Memories of last night slowly start sinking in but probably due to my major hangover, translating into a headache that makes me want to crawl under the bed and never move again, everything is kind of a blur...
So I decide to call to the rescue my most loyal ally, the one that is always there for me even in the darkest of times, aka my phone. That's right, I am a (not so ) proud drunken paparazzo. This means, that whenever I'm more or less intoxicated, everything becomes as valuable for me and my camera as a Paris Hilton's nip slip is for people's new front cover : very. So back in my 'Linsday Lohan days', it was not unusual for me to find hundreds of random to super weirds party pics that helped me retrace the events of the past night. Brooke and I used to call that "drunk Sherlock".
Okay let's see what we've got this time.
I anxiously scroll trough my camera roll, seeking for hints of what in hell has brought me in what I presume must be a shelter for enraged dogs. That's the only explanation I see for the mess. And the smell.
Oh my god that's way worse than what I thought. I really did go crazy last night.
Note to my future self : next time you have a very obvious bad idea, ask someone to slap you to set your stupid brain straight and go on with your day, don't go trough with it you dumbass!
I successively discover a picture of the inside of a hamburger, the top of a random girl's head, a bunch of selfies with strangers who seem as sane as I look, which means not at all, a video of me doing a multiple shots and then attempting to do push-ups with a plant on my back, but miserably falling on my face and breaking it (which now respectively explains the headache and the bruises on my arms) and god what is that , a close up of some dude's nostrils? Well that's a first...
« Oh my god » I mouth while hitting my forehead with my palm.
« Oh. My. God » I repeat louder.
« You can call me Adam baby. After all, we know each other on a pretty personal level now, so I don't think theses formalities are necessary anymore. »
I am so surprised by the deep voice that just said those words that I squeak and fall out of the bed . Smooth Rachel, smooth.
« Did you hurt yourself? I'm sorry, the effect I have on woman has collateral damages I'm afraid... » the voice continues steadily, with the same half-mocking half-flirty tone, completely ignoring the fact that I am now out of his sight, practically under the bed, covered with dirty clothes... and ridicule.
« Well, someone seems very self-assured » I breathe, getting up with difficulty, considering that my legs are still asleep and that the absinthe I recently gulped down did not really help my already questionable balance.
« Well your , how do i put that delicately, oral responses last night kind of comforted me in that way, didn't they? »
« Okay dude, I burst, you really need to get your head out of your a... » I stop, making an insane effort to hold my mouth from dropping open, when I discover the guy on the other side of the bed.
Oh. My. God. Seriously?
Who is that hot? Are your a greek god? Are you young Leonardo Di Caprio secret brother? The illegitimate love child of Theo James and Andrew Garfield? No. So how do you justify looking like that?
Hum. Okay focus Rach. Where was I? Oh yeah.
« Would you please stop eye-undressing me? Oh wait. You already did undress me. Last night. Remember that baby? » He says, in turn observing me from bottom to top, than planting his eyes in mine with a flirty smirk that makes me super angry and self conscious at the same time, for whatever reason...
« Okay first stuff you have to stop calling me baby this instant. Secondly this was obviously a huge mistake, I was not myself the other night and... » I say, trying to not let me distract by his long and toned body casually laying on the bed, « wait a minute why am I trying to justify myself to you? We were in this together, plus you look like a pretentious prick, way to self aware, so really I have nothing to say to you.»
« Yeah but you think I'm hot » he says with an unbearable smirk
« Oh my God are you for real? I am out of here . » I say, trying to walk out of the room with dignity, with is pretty hard when you are half-naked with your clothes curled up in your arms, and that your makeup is probably smudged down your face , single-friend-after-a-bachelorette-party style.
« You know where to find me baby » I hear him from outside the dorm room.
Ughhhh.
Well that was a mistake. Let's forget it and never bump into this jerk ever again.
« Sounds like a plan » I say to myself as I walk of shame towards my dorm.
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(A/N)
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On the side is a pic of Daniel Sharman, who plays Adam. No further explanations needed I think... ;)
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