On Me (Matt Sturniolo)

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I groaned, the pounding in my head more excessive than normal, as I lay on my back.

I opened my eyes, feeling the white light blinding me from across the room.

"Morning, sleepyhead"

I froze, feeling movement beside me.

"Did you sleep okay?"

Matt.

That's Matt.

That's fucking Matt.

In bed.

With me.

Oh God, I did it, didn't I?

I slept with him. Drunk. And I can't remember a thing.

"Hey" he laughed, stroking my arm. "Wake up"

I reacted, feeling the goosebumps across my body which made me feel cold.

How much did I drink?

I sighed, realising I was fully clothed. I closed my eyes, thanking God for not letting me embarrass myself.

"Morning...afternoon actually" I said, feeling my chest burn from being dry while asleep.

"Here you go" he smiled, handing me water and two painkillers. "I thought it would help with the hangover"

I smiled and sat up against the headboard.

I bet my hair looked greasy on top, my skin was probably blotchy and my eyes were definitely bloodshot.

Attractive.

"You were pretty out of it last night" Matt suddenly said, knocking me from my thoughts. "But you enjoyed yourself"

"I did?"

He nodded. "Best rendition of Shania Twain I've ever heard"

I stared at him, with wide eyes.

Why, why do I drink?

"It was funny" he smiled. "I'm sure I have a video of it on my phone"

A smile I wanted to slap off his face right now.

"I want to die!" I groaned pathetically. "I may throw myself off a cliff later"

Matt laughed. "It wasn't that bad. Your dancing was worse"

"Fuck off" I groaned, making him laugh. "And it's always bad when you sing Shania Twain, Matt" I threw myself head first into the pillow. "Why would you let me do that?"

"Rachel and Nate came over" he said, smirking. "After you asked me..."

Oh no.

"Wait, do you remember?" Matt asked. "Before Rachel and Nate turned up?"

I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

"Yeah" I whispered. "Stop looking at me like that. It's embarrassing"

"You're cute when you're embarrassed" he laughed. "Anyway, we drank some more and eventually, Rachel called and asked where you were....I don't think you got round to telling her you were with me"

It was getting worse by the second.

"Next thing I know...they're at my door and we're drinking"

"Please tell me we didn't play truth or dare"

I stared at Matt, and the second I saw his face soften and a smile come through, I knew I was fucked.

"Find me the nearest cliff right now"