I wake up the next morning to find myself laying in Mike's arms. This makes me quite flustered. The reason? I'm in love with him, I always have been. But he doesn't know. And us being this close, it really makes my heart flutter. I look up at Mike with a tired expression, and he looks away from his phone to look down at me, and he smiles.
"Morning, sleepyhead." He says with a smirk. "How do you feel?"
In response, I just place a hand on my forehead and groan. He chuckles softly.
"I figured you'd be like that." He says. "You were hella drunk last night."
I groan again, and my voice sounds sleepy. "I was not -" I stop speaking and place a hand over my mouth, feeling sick.
Mike looks at me sideways. "You okay? Are you gonna puke?"
I quickly get off of Mike and run to the bathroom. I get sick, luckily making it into the toilet.
Spencer comes out of the kitchen, holding a juice box. "I'm assuming she's up now?" He says to Mike. Mike rolls his eyes. "No, she's puking in her fucking sleep." He says sarcastically. Spencer laughs, and Freddie comes out of the kitchen. He stands next to Spencer and joins the conversation. "Sleep pukes? I do that sometimes. Weird shit." He says. Mike and Spencer just kind of look at him sideways before Maverick walks into the living room, slipping on his shoes and grabbing his keys.
"I'm going to Starbucks. Text me what you want. And if you say you don't want anything, I'm getting you something anyway." He says before leaving and shutting the door behind him.
I yell from the bathroom after a second round of puking. "FUCK!!! WHY DID YOU LET ME DRINK SO MUCH??!!"
Mike laughs from the living room. "It's not my fault you can't hold your liquor, sweetheart!!" He calls. I can practically see the stupid smirk on his face.
I get up and brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush Mike had in his bathroom. I walk out to the living room where Mike is standing and just lay my head on his shoulder and groan.
He laughs a little. "You want some water?" He asks me, rubbing my back. "Mhm..." I pout at him. He chuckles and leaves the living room to go get water.
Upon his return, I'm now sprawled out on the floor, with my hand on my forehead. Mike comes and stands above me.
"Water." He says, pointing to the glass of water in his hand. I hold my hands out as he hands the drink to me.
"Thank you, angel." I say as I take the water out of his hands. He laughs. "You're very welcome."
I down the water quickly, and Mike's eyes widen as he chuckles a bit. "You thirsty?" He asks. I look at him and roll my eyes. "No, not at all. Whatever gave you that impression?" I say in a jokingly sarcastic tone. Mike laughs at me as he sits up on the couch.
I pout at him. "Nooooo...don't leaveeee.." I whine. He laughs. "Then come up here, dummy!!" He says to me, leaning forward a little. I crawl on the couch and lay on him, and he places an arm on my shoulder.
"I'm dyingggg...." I pout at him. He softly giggles and brushes some hair out of my face. "You're not dying, dork. You're hungover. Very hungover." He says to me with a soft smile.
I just groan and bury my face into his chest as he laughs at me again.
He pulls out his phone but doesn't turn it on. "Parker?" He asks me. I look up at him. "Hm?"
"Can I ask you a question?" He asks. I nod my head. He ponders for a moment. "Do you...remember being...I don't know...affectionate with me last night..?"
I laugh at myself. "I don't remember anything after me complaining about the empty tequila bottle." He laughs with me and turns on his phone. "I'll show you what I mean, I took some pictures and videos." He says, putting in his passcode. I look at his screen while I'm lying on him, I'm genuinely curious to see what he's talking about.
He plays a video, and it goes something like this:
Mike is sitting on the couch, with me in his arms, sitting on his lap with my legs wrapped around him. My face is buried into his shoulder, and he has a huge smile plastered on his face. "Parker..." He says, holding in a laugh. "Shut up. Bitch." I slur with my face in his shoulder. He laughs at me. "Parker!!! I-" And I seem to cut him off with a quick kiss. Mike continues to laugh in between the kisses I'm giving him. I then give him a kiss on the cheek before returning to my original position. He laughs and kisses me on the head.
And then the video ends.
I just kind of sit there with a confused expression. I'm quite shocked that I was doing that while I was drunk, and it was making me a little worried for what else I might have done. I stutter as I try to play it off. "W-Wow..- I don't- I don't remember any of that!!"
Mike laughs. "I wouldn't expect you to, considering how intoxicated you were." He then thinks for a moment. "You also told me you were in love with me." He said before laughing. "Although, I didn't really believe you. I couldn't exactly just take your word for it in the state you were in."
I mumbled to myself. "Well... I wasn't lying..."
He stops laughing. "...What...?"
Oh fuck.
