Ugh.
Hangovers are the worst.
I woke with a pounding headache. The curtains were pulled closed to block out the sun, thankfully. I sat up and massages my temples, trying to rid myself of the terrible pain. I looked to my left to see a Tylenol bottle on the bedside table next to a glass of water and a note. I took the medicine before picking up the paper. It read;
Amber,
I hope your cephalalgia gets better. In all fairness, though, it's your fault for drinking so much. Hope you learned your lesson!
~Beckett
Oh, thanks for the sympathy, Beckett. I scoffed and rolled over, burying my head into the soft pillows. A knock sounded at the door. I grunted in response, not having the will power or energy to do anything more. My visitor walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. I heard a male voice whisper my name a few times, but I did nothing in response. Then I felt two large hands on either side of my head, playing with my messy pink hair, sending tingles down my spine. I shivered and rolled over to see Beckett knelt over me, smiling softly. I rolled my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but Beckett stopped me. "Amber. Amber. Amber!" He shook me, trying to get me to open my eyes. I groaned and looked at him, my eyes narrowed. Messing with normal me was risky, but messing with hungover me?
Don't do that.
I sat up and pushed him off the bed, before running to th bathroom. I felt like I was going to be sick, so I had to run to the bathroom, but with each step my pounding head got worse. Long story short, I felt like shit.
I made it to the toilet just in time. I hoped that none of the guys would be awoken by my gagging, if anyone was a even sleeping anymore. My wish was not granted as Emmett, Beckett and Cortez crowded the doorway. Beckett held my hair back, Emmett rubbed my shoulder in a soothing motion, by Cortez just stood there, grossed out. Emmett looked over at him with a glare, and Cortez shivered visibly. "Why are you guys... How can you stand being that close?! That shit stanks! I think I'm gonna be sick now... But you're not gonna rub my back and hold my hair out of the way, are you?" He scoffed and turned to leave. "Oh, by the way, I'm leaving. And I'm taking my goddamn pizza with me." Beckett sighed and Emmet rolled his eyes. "Did he sound jealous to you guys?" Emmett asked, looking between Beckett and I. I nodded and Beckett just shrugged. I wondered. What did he have to be jealous of? Me, vomiting? I sighed and stood up, flushing the toilet before leaving the room.
I turned back to Beckett and Emmett.
"When are we gonna have the conversation thing? You know.... The whole reason I came here?"
