Haunted

h a n g o v e r

𖤣𖥧𖡼𖤣𖥧 Gabriella 𖤣𖥧𖡼𖤣𖥧

Waking up with a hangover from Halloween, should've been horrible. But it wasn't.

Because I kissed Joey fucking Lynch.

I'd been secretly crushing on him since the day I saw him. I really did enjoy having him as my friend but I wanted more. Joey wasn't the type of guy you could just be friends with.

Especially since he looks the way he does.

Heart stoppingly gorgeous.

I had kissed guys before but I didn't exactly know what the protocol for kissing a friend was.

Was I supposed to text?
Should I bring it up?
Do I pretend like it never happened?

Deciding I needed a second opinion I fired off texts to Aoife, Casey and Katie and told them to come to my house.

I jumped in the shower, quickly put on makeup and a sweatsuit and ran down to the kitchen. Using my hangover as my reason for not eating breakfast, I made myself a cup of tea and waited for my friends to arrive.

My mam was out—thank god—at some brunch with her friends, and my step-father was away on business. Leaving me alone in the house. Which I didn't mind. Being alone was better than having my mam constantly nag me.

After twenty minutes there was a knock on my door. I pulled it open to reveal my three best friends.

"I was so glad you texted," Aoife grinned, "I need details."

"I need an IV because I feel like death," Casey groaned, adjusting the sunglasses she was wearing.

"I have gatorade," I offered, stepping aside so they could enter my house.

"Yes please," She nodded, following me into the kitchen.

I reached into the fridge and retrieved a red gatorade for her.

"Thank the lord," She groaned, immediately cracking it open.

We then joined Aoife and Katie in the sitting room.

"So, what are these details?" Katie asked, taking a seat on the couch.

"The kiss with Joey!" Aoife clapped, "How was it?"

I perched on the edge of the couch and sighed, "So amazing."

"Like panty dropping?" Casey smirked.

"One hundred percent," I groaned, dropping my head into my hands, "It was so good, I can't stop thinking about it."

"Give me the details," Aoife insisted, "Tongue? Too much tongue? Fast? Slow? Hand placement?"

"Yes tongue, but the perfect amount. And it started slow but then got faster. My hands were in his hair and one of his was on my jaw and the other was around my waist," I explained.

"I'm going to faint," Katie swooned.

"Damn, Lynch really knows what he's doing," Casey smirked, downing the last of the gatorade.