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Chapter 3

The sunlight is slapping my face and it wakes me up. When I open my eyes I look around and I notice that I have no fucking idea where I am. Where the fuck am I? Sheena, try to remember what you did yesterday. Ok, so I was in my drums' room and my drumstick just broke in two.

After half an hour playing the drums I broke my drumstick. I had to stop anyway. When I was climbing down the stairs to go call Jade someone knocks the door. What the fuck?

And someone knocked the door...

I open the door and I see a guy with a poodle blond hair, blue eyes and a cute smile.

"Yeah?" I said suspicious.

"Oh, hi! I just came here because I heard a beautiful noise of drums from this house and I came to see who was playing drums. Since I've been living here I never saw this house open so I suppose you're my new neighbor!" he says while sounding really happy.

"Me? New here? I've lived here since I remember being a human being. I just left for three months. So the one who's new is you little boy." Ok, this must sound rude from me, but I'm having the longest worst and good day of my life. Give me a discount.

"So I'm your new neighbor then! Welcome back!" Oh my god, who can this guy sound so happy?

"And you are...."

"I'm Steven! I live in the house right next to yours!" Oh boy, that smile is so cute.

"Sheena" I say

And then I went to Steven's house...

Steven opens the front door of his house and then we get in. The house looks like mine but with a different decoration. Well, the houses of this neighborhood are all the same.

And we drank a lot... I'm in Steven's House! At least, my house is two steps away from here.

I look around and I notice that I'm wearing man clothes. What the fuck? Holy shit! My head hurts so much! Stupid hangover! I shouldn't have drunk so much last night. But whatever, I don't care. I like to drink. No regrets.

I sit and rest my head on my hands. It feels like it's going to explode.

"Oh, you're awake. Good morning." Someone says. I lift my head up from my hands and I see Slash shirtless sat down on the floor.

"Good morning, Slash. What time is it?" I say and put a hand against my forehead.

"1:15 pm. Headache hun. Hangovers... I'm going to get you some pills to kill that pain." He says as he gets up onto his feet.

"Thanks." I whisper. Holy crap, this headache is killing me. This is driving me crazy. Cons of drinking... Why do I never think about the whole after drinking thing? Am I stupid or what? I'm definitely stupid. I got drunk in a house of five guys that I barely know. The only thing that I know about them is that they are famous rock stars and sexy as fuck. What? I'm not even thinking straight. Sheena, stop. But they are so goddamn sexy. And Slash is a fucking god sex. Stop!! For fuck sake! You won't fuck anyone of them. They are fucking rock stars! They are used to fuck girls every single day and you're not going to be one of those girls who they fucked.

The noise of the door closing snaps my thoughts. I look at the door and I see Slash with the tablets and a glass of water.

"There you go, darling" He says, handing me the tablets and the glass.

"Thanks Slash." He smiles. I take the pill and land the glass on my lap. "So... What happened last night?" I ask, running my fingers through my hair.