Not A Small Town Girl (dance moms and magcon)

Chapter 6

I wake up with my face buried in between a heap of pillows. 

"Ugh, eh, ew," I let out a few morning groans, my head still entombed under the darkness of the pillows. Lazily, I sprawl my limbs out along the linen of the sheets, giving them a good stretch. I yawn loudly and slide my head over one of the pillows. Mmm, comfy. Muffled on the side of my head that is against the pillow, I hear three light knocks which interrupt my sleep. I try and yell at the person to go away and let me sleep but, no sound comes from my mouth. With my eyes still squeezed shut, I listen as the person lets them self in. Reluctantly, I open my eyes which are momentarily shocked by the brightness of the room. I slip my hands out of the covers to shield my eyes, but before I do, I see who's at the door and more importantly, I see where I am.

"AHHHHH!" I scream, jumping off the bed taking the blanket with me.

"Woah, woah, it's just me," Hayes smiles while watching me clumsily trip over his rug. His hair is wet, like he just showered, and he's wearing a loose tshirt and sweatpants.

"Wha-why was I in your bed?" I question, trying my best to remember what had happened last night.

"You really don't remember anything from last night, do you?" he asks, ignoring my question.

All I can remember is drunk dancing with him and then, him pulling me to the side after and leaning toward me. Did we kiss? I can't remember!

"We didn't do anything...right?" I ask nervously, still standing in the corner of the blue room with his blankets wrapped around me.

"No. No, we didn't. And I slept downstairs," he answers.

"Oh," I say, moving back to the bed to put the blankets down.

"Not that I didn't want to. You kind of just passed out so..." he explains to me, walking to the dresser at the base of his bed.

"Oh," I say again, not knowing how to reply to that. I start to make the bed and notice that there's a giant spit stain on one of the pillows. Quickly, I chuck it under the bed, luckily Hayes is too busy digging through one of the drawers to notice.

"So, where are Kalani and Kendall?" I ask, flattening out the last crease in the plaid comforter.

"Kalani is in the guest room still sleeping and Kendall's downstairs," he answers, shutting the drawer.

I look over to him. My eyes widen upon the surprise of seeing him shirtless. He has a six pack, crafted by the gods, and the deepest V lines I've ever seen. I stare as he slowly changes into a new shirt, lifting it over his head and sliding it on. He looks at me suddenly.

"Don't like this shirt?" he asks me.

"No, no, it's not the shirt," I laugh nervously and sit on the bed, "Um, maybe change the sweats for shorts," I make up something off the top of my head so he doesn't think I was just staring at him creepily...which is exactly what I was doing.

"Oh, okay," he opens up the door to his closet and grabs a pair of black basketball shorts. I look away, even though I really don't want to, so he can change into them. I peer down at my own outfit, I'm wearing exactly what I was wearing last night. I touch my face and can still feel the caked on makeup. I realize that I probably look extremely scary and disheveled. I quickly dash to the bathroom sink and splash a few handfuls of water on my face. With half my make up off because of the water, I decide to just wash it all off. Without makeup, I do look a lot younger, but I rather look young and natural than like a fake Barbie doll on crack. When I finish, I sit back on the bed.

"Hey, uh, so I came up to ask if you wanna get breakfast," Hayes asks, shutting the closet door and moving to the bed.

"Actually, yeah I'm starving," I say, noticing my empty stomach.