((a/n: KITTIES))
She woke up in Michael's bed, covered in hickies with a throbbing headache. She sat up, unaware of her whereabouts. Her hands flew over her face as soft groans emitted from her lips when the light hit her face. The sounds of birds chirping outside echoed in her ears, allowing her head to pound.
"Fuck." She cursed under her breathe. She threw the duvet off, her feet hitting the cold ground as she tried steadying herself. The moment her vision focused, she had the urge to throw up. Not knowing her way around Michael's house, she stumbled around until she found the bathroom and threw up the events of last night. She stood up when she felt empty and dehydrated, looking at herself in the mirror. Her makeup smeared down her face, her hair thrown in a million places, and bags had formed under her eyes. Her fingers traced her neck, running over the bruised skin. She sighed, rinsing her mouth out with water and washing her face before finding her way back to Michael's room. Her small body climbed back in, pulling the blanket over her lap. She glanced down at Michael, his bare back being warmed by the sunlight, his arms tucked under the pillow, his lips parted ever so slightly to let soft snores out.
She tried to recall the events of last night, but she didn't remember anything. It was like there was a block in her mind.
That's called the after effects of drugs, fucker. She told herself.
She let out a soft sigh, Michael stirring beside her. His eyes opened slowly, landing on the distressed blonde.
"You're still here." He mumbled, rolling onto his back.
"Can't leave when you don't know where you are." She looked down at him.
"You okay?"
"Everything hurts, but I'll make it." She offered a small smile, "Nice collarbones, loser."
"What? What's wrong with them?" He tried looking.
"People usually get matching tattoos or sweaters." She chuckled, moving her hair back to reveal the constellation of purple bruises.
"Did we.."
"The burning sensation in my thighs says we did."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." She laughed, laying back, "Besides, thats a good work out."
"That's the lamest thing I have ever heard."
"But it's true." She smiled before it went comfortably silent.
"Do you want breakfast?" He broke the silence. She nodded. He repeated her earlier actions, standing up, revealing him in only his sweats.
"how are you not throwing up?" She copied him.
"I don't get hangovers. You know, you look pretty good in my shirts." he smirked, pointing down to the Metallica tank top draped over her tiny body.
She rolled her eyes, following him down to the kitchen.
"What do we, Cam?"
"Um, you make food, that's what a kitchen is for." She stated, sitting on the counter.
"No, smartass, I mean about this." He pointed between the two, "You have feelings for Calum, and he does too. You and I are nothing more than a couple of druggies with the occasional fuck." He pulled the pancake mix out, creating a bowl of liquid that he placed on the heated pan.
"Oh," She said quietly, "I mean.. we could pretend it never happened? Could go back to being assholes to each other? What do you want?"
"I want you with Calum." He looked at her, "It doesn't matter what I want because this is your happiness we're talking about."
She watched him intently as he flipped pancakes, soft sizzling sounds following it.
"He's just so complicated." she sighed, running her finger tips over the cold marble counter, "I don't know why I keep giving him chances."
"Because, you love him." he handed her a plate of pancakes coated in syrup, "And you're afraid to give up on someone you love."
"Have you ever been in love?" she asked curiously, taking a bite.
"Once or twice." he shrugged, "Love is a great thing if you're happy. If you're not you're fucked. Like, right after you tie the strings, y'know, it gets harder to let go, because they gain an extra coating of emotions and shit and you just can't cut them."
"Spoken like a true love expert." She chuckled.
"Shut up," he pushed her softly, "All I'm saying is I think you need to talk things through with Calum, see if there's any potential relationship with him in the future."
"I have a feeling I know how that'll end."
"Don't knock it till you try it." He grinned. She chuckled, a hint of sadness in her smile. He took her plate off her lap, setting on the counter before wrapping his arms around her. "You'll get through this, Cam." He whispered.
"I hope." She mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into him.
They stood there silently for minutes, just hugging it out.
"Cameron?"
"Hm?"
"Do you wanna fuck?"
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im so
i love their friendship it makes me so hAPPY
