the good bad boy // cody herbinko

ten

graysan

i woke up with the worst headache ever. and i was in a bed that wasn't mine.

i got up to walk around the house to see where exactly i was and i saw that i only had a shirt & underwear on. shit.

i wrapped the white sheets that were on the bed around my waist and lower part of my body and started walking out of the room.

i entered the living room and figured out who i was with.

cody herbinko and his friend.

"uhm, why am i here..?" i asked, seeing cody jump up from the couch he was laying on.

"uh, the party, uhm something happened and matt and i took you back home with us." cody said, pointing to his friend sleeping on a chair.

"did anything happen with us? why don't i have any pants on? and why does my head hurt so bad?" i asked, squinting my eyes and placing my hand on my forehead

"no, we didn't do anything. you were drunk.. really drunk, and when we got here you tried taking off your clothes and kissing me, but i gave you one of my shirts and then we waited until you fell asleep, then we went into the living room." cody replied, messing with his rings.

matt woke up right after that and explained everything that happened the night before and then went and got him, cody, and i McDonald's.

my head still hurt like hell even after i took 3 advils, but i felt better knowing that i didn't do anything with either of them.

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