𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 || 𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙩

05

disclaimer: the rest of this story will continue in lorelais pov and this chapter contains mentions of throwing up so if you have emetophobia please skip this chapter (I'll put a summary at the end.

LIGHT shone through the curtains as my eyes slowly peeled open, quickly noticing how I wasn't in my own bed nor my own home.

When I had sat up I immediately felt my head pounding and the urge to throw up grew stronger. I looked around the random room I was lay in.

There was beautiful plants scattered on a cabinet, that complemented the grey walls that surrouned me. It was dawned on me that I'd never been here before.

Never been in this room. This house. This bed.

I look around one more time not trying to panic but to grasp whose house/room I was in. It had to be someone I knew we'll right?

A pan dropping snapped me out of my thoughts and back to my sheer, sheer reality that was being hungover.

I slowly crept out of bed, ignoring the urge to throw up and shakily walked out of the room and into what looked like the living room.

Looking to the left I saw the black haired man cooking or atleast trying to.

"hi" I say quietly with a hoarse voice.

"shit, hey, sorry if I woke you up" he replies with a smile after he clumsily burnt his hand in the pan.

"don't worry about it"

"what are you attempting to cook?" I inquire trying not to laugh at the mess he's made while also trying not to freak out.

"uhh...eggs...not really sure anymore"

"you call that fucking eggs?" I laugh with an amused look.

"yes...I'm shit at cooking man"  he says while turning the oven off.

"id give up now wanna be Gordon Ramsey"

"woah, I think I'm way better than Gordan Ramsey" he sarcastically says with a face that said 'im offended'.

"if you say so pal, if you say so" I say walking over and putting his back in fake sympathy.

"so how the fuck am I here" I ask changing the subject due to the awkward silence that came over us after I patted his back.

"you got really fucking drunk Lori, like really drunk my dude"

"well shit" I reply.

"and you wanna know the worst thing about it?" he says with a condescending tone.

"oh god"

"your meeting my band today"

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ruby speaks !!

I know it's a short one but I have so much homework these days.

I was trying to out across how they were flirting but as a gay person whose lonely idk how to flirt lol

anywayz once again if you have an critiques I'm all here for it aha

I also change the title picture and description bc my page looked disorganised since I posted a new story (which you should check out) about Mandy milkovich :)

make sure to eat drink sleep and love yourself

baiiii