༺☆ 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 ☆༻

chapter 7

It was early hours of the morning. Michelle woke up to massive pins and needles in her arm and a banging head ache. She was laid hanging off the edge of the settee with a ratty old blanket on her legs. Tucked behind her against the cushions laid sleeping Damon.

The room was pretty much silent except for the noises of snores from literal random people laid around the room. Michelle looked around trying to recall shit from the previous night before turning herself around and getting up slowly.

"What the fuck.." Michelle whispered underneath her breath at herself, when she'd seen a random guy also asleep sat up on the very end of the sofa, her and Damon was asleep on.

She stood up and turned around to look at Damon. He was fast on. His hair was sticking up in all directions. Michelle looked down at the blanket which she had on and put it over him. She brushed his fringe out his eyes and kissed him softly on the forehead. Before tiptoeing around to try find his jacket he lent her.

Finally, she spotted it. It was next to the beanbag chair she was sat on yesterday.
The only problem was the fact that Alex was literally laying on it asleep. He'd got a massive dick drawn on his head and he'd got half his back on the floor and half on the seat. Somehow he'd managed to sleep in that position with a half full glass of beer resting on his chest. He was snoring so bad, it looked like anytime he was gunna move and spill it all down him.

Michelle covered her mouth to try keep the giggles in as she went to pick up the coat. She didn't want to be the reason why he woke up at fuck knows what time, absolutely covered in lager.

Slipping on the jacket she headed towards the outside door to Alex's flat. Outside sat Graham with his guitar smoking a fag on the steps.

"Oh, hey Michelle you okay!" He spoke looking up at her.

"Not really mate I feel like proper shite.." she answered shifting her knotty hair out her face.

Graham stood up to talk to her and flicked the ash from his cig on the floor.

"Aha not surprised.. had a cracking night though what about you?" He asked. 

"Yer fun.. although most the shite that happened after them skin head's turned up is a bit of a blur. Michelle giggled and Graham smiled.

He almost looked lost in thought.

"You okay Graham?" Michelle questioned.

"Yes I'm fine.. I don't tend to sleep well at other peoples houses anyway. He sighed Do u wanna fag ?" handing her his box and lighter.

"Or cheers mate!"she replied taking one and putting to her lips. "I don't sleep reyt well either especially when there's randomers laying on the floor next to you and stuff." She smiled, lighting her tab and inhaling the smoke. "Suppose that's why us two are stood about round here while all them lot are inside snoring away." She laughed.

"I know, and did you see the state of Alex. When the rest of that lot get up, especially the skins, there gunna take the piss out of him. Because for some reason half the party didn't go home they just ended up falling asleep alover Alex'a gaff." The pair laughed at Grahams comment.

"I feel a bit bad for him, having to kick everyone out and then clean everyone's crap up.." Michelle said.

"He got himself into that so I'm sure he's grown up enough to tidy up his own mess." Graham always spoke so well he semt like the mother hen of the group.