𝐉ᵘˢᵗ 𝐅ʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ✔︎ 𝗃.𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗇

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗂𝗋

A breeze of cold air brushed across your bare skin, making you flinch out of your deep sleep. With your eyes half opened, you processed your surroundings.

You felt squished together, with someones hand resting on your stomach. Your eyes widened as you turn you head around to see a knocked out Joost, snoring lightly in the rythem of his breathing.

You turn back with a starteld look on your face, trying to recollect your thoughts. You peak underneath the blanket, seeing your naked body way too close to Joosts. You almost visibly gagged just by the thought.

You tried to squeeze your way out of the bed without waking him up, your whole body feeling heavy as you took all your strength to pull it up. You moved the bed making Joost wake up. You turned to him, as he tried to keep his eyes open.

"What did we do last night?" You asked him to see if he remembers. He peaked underneath the covers seeing himself but naked.
"Fuck" He said so nonchalantly, like it was obvious.

You turn your look back at the open window that woke you up. You sighed as you got up, pulling some panties on along with a loose fitted shirt.

You wobbled your way to the window, closing it as you itched your eye. You grabbed your bag from last night that was left on the counter. You took your cigarettes out flaming one on, raising your eyebrow as you looked at Joost, basically asking him if he wanted one. He lightly nodded. You threw him the box that contained the lighter inside. He flamed one on before he threw the box back at you. You caught it, dropping it on the counter as the sound of the hollow cigarette box rang thru the room.

A interval of time passed where the two of you just smoked out your cigars, rethinking the night before. The only thing that was heard was the sound of cigarettes sticking to ones lips, and the burning sound of ash.

You reached the filter, turning the cigarette off on the box and throwing the cigar in the bin.
"I'm gonna go shower." You reported as you walked away to the bathroom while Joost was still peacefully smoking, staring at a dot as a million thoughts went thru his head.

You took a nice hot shower, cleaning yourself nicely from all the sweat and liquids you leashed out last night. When you got out you felt like a new person, you put on one of those hotel robes and exited the bathroom as your bare skin that was open to your surroundings felt cold due to the sudden temperature change.

Joost went inside the bathroom without a word being spoken. The door closing as you walked to your suitcase, throwing your dirty clothes in a plastic bag you had. You took out your deodorant, spaying some on before you got your undies on.

You sat in the armchair, feeling your heavy eye bags. With each blink you felt more sleepy. You stretched a bit, cracking your back as you tried to wake yourself up as soon as possible.

After some time of you recollecting your thoughts and also scrolling through twitter to see the news, Joost finally came out. He wobbled to his suitcase getting his clothes on as you glared at your phone. Basically just staring at it not even reading anything, just to avoid any contact with him right now. Any contact would be weird and uncomfortable, so it was best to just stay distant. You broke the silence just as Joost finished changing.

"Where will we eat breakfast?" You asked the half open eyed Joost.

He simply shrugged as he plopped down on your bed, making it shake for a second. You glared at him as he just stared at the floor, zoning out.

"Let's just go somewhere, I need coffee." You got up from the chair, taking the key and your bag.

You got to the door, Joost following behind you. You walked thru the streets, there not being much people since it was 10:00 o'clock.

You eventually settled down on some cozy little diner. You sat down the waiter asking for your order, you quickly ordering whatever and also a coffee. You tapped your fingers against the table, looking everywhere but at Joost.

But you just kept feeling like someone was watching you, some eyes glared at you. For a split second your eyes flashed at Joost, seeing he was the eyes watching you. You took a second look, seeing he was still glaring at you.

"You seriously don't remember anything?" Joost asked now that he finally had your attention, raising his eyebrow. You pouted, lightly shaking your head. Joost looked at you for a few more seconds before he looked away.

"I remember some things. I remember the concert, I remember the club, and that's it I think." You listed, trying to dig through all the corners of your brain. Joost eyes looked at you for a moment, before going back to looking at your surroundings.

The waiter soon came with the food, you thanking him before you dug in. Taking a sip of that coffee was like someone helped you open your eyes. You felt the coffee awaken all your body parts, as you felt it rush through your hands. You felt immediately better, cutting up your egg and now eating it with joy.

You both ate, your chews now being more fuiled with energy. Your train of thoughts brought you back to Joost. Specifically him asking you if you 'seriously didn't remember anything'. It made you curious, making you look up from your plate and at Joost, who was peacefully eating his food.

"What do you mean by 'you seriously don't remember anything.' " you quoted him.

"Am I supposed to remember? Do you remember?" You gave him a bit too many questions at once.

He chew as he thought, you both waiting impatiently for him to swallow so he could answer.
"I don't." He simply answered. All that waiting for that answer.

Your brows furrowed, as you felt suspicious about his answer
. After some time you just shrugged, carrying on with your day. I mean, it was just sex. You had a sex with dossens of men.
What's so different about Joost?

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A/N:
A bit short pookies, sorry ):

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