When The Rain Washes You Clean. (You'll Know.)

Chapter Nine.

Heaviness and cloudiness hung behind Leland's eyes when he attempted to open them first thing in the morning. He could already feel the way his head was pounding from the hangover that was waiting to welcome him, and when he was alert enough to finally pull himself up in the bed - he could feel the way his stomach started to swirl. It was upsetting the insides of him, as he blinked his eyes awake the best he could - and shit, he can't even remember how much he drank last night. The hangover he's currently experiencing is causing him to squint his eyes, and he brings a hand up to his head, in an attempt to try and massage the pain that's pounding in there.

It's been a minute since Leland has felt this way before, and the room was still a bit blurry around him - as he tries to wake himself up completely. He genuinely feels like he might throw up as well, whatever alcohol was leftover in his system - is refusing to stay put, and he's half paranoid he might release the contents on the bed. The sun was glaring into the bedroom as well, which was becoming a tiny bit sensitive to his eyes - and it's only when Leland rubs at them the best he can; could he finally see exactly where he was.

His eyes widen just a tiny bit when he takes in the room decorations, and he can see a couple of posters plastered on the wall with bands like Queen, and The Ramones that Leland pieces together where he was. He can feel the way his stomach flips at the realization, and not in a good way either - no, Leland thinks he might actually throw up whatever is left inside of his stomach from this. He's quick to look at the bedsheets as well, seeing his lower body was still wrapped up in the black sheets - but his upper body was missing the shirt he had last night.

He can feel a spike of panic wash through him as well, as his eyes dart around the room to see if he could locate it - and he finally spots it, crumbled up on the floor closest to a study desk. The next motion he makes is him lifting up the sheet wrapped on his body; and a small sigh of relief passes through him when he sees he still has his underwear on. He isn't a hundred percent sure on what exactly he was expecting when he lifted the sheets, but the wave of relief was enough to calm his heart down a little bit. There was only two questions that was running through his mind right now, and that was; why the fuck was he in Johnny's bed? And, why was he half naked as well?

There's an answer tugging at the back of his head, that can only indicate one thing - and Leland is scared to think about that right now. He needs to rack his brain the best he can to try and remember what he did last night, but everything keeps coming up blank on him - and just how much did he fucking drink last night?

He feels nauseous, and he feels anxious the more he takes in the situation he's in. He's half naked, in Johnny's bed - and he can't recall what he did last night, or how he even got here. So was it possible that Johnny did something to him last night, while he was intoxicated beyond recognition? It's only then did Leland notice that he was actually alone in this room, and there was no trace of Johnny to be found anywhere. He's not even sure if that's a good thing or not anymore, his mind still racing in circles about everything else.

He still feels like absolute shit from the hangover that's running through his body, and when he gets the strength to get out of the bed; his legs feel extremely weak as well. He's unsure of what steps to take next, and half of him wants to locate Johnny to get answers for last night - but the other half of him kind of wants to throw up as well. He can feel his stomach start to curl a little bit more, the longer he stands up; so he knows he won't be able to make it far without at least emptying his stomach the best he could first. He does his best in grabbing his shirt from the floor, before locating his pants as well - which thankfully, weren't that far away either. And when he has both articles of clothing wrapped up in his arms, does he make his exit from Johnny's room.