"This cannot be happening," I let out a groan as I struggle to find my bra within the mess of clothing and blankets.
Of course the one time I hook up with a guy, I can't find my clothes. Just my luck. Tiptoeing around the bedroom trying not to wake the boy with messy curls, I finally see it. I pump my fist into the air as a sign of success before I realize I probably shouldn't be doing that because I am naked.
I quickly put my bra on, along with my jeans and the teeshirt that he wore last night. It has holes in it, so I don't think he will mind anyways.
He turns over so that he is facing me. He has beautiful dark blonde hair that sweeps over his face and his lips are parted as he takes deep breaths. He is probably the most godly looking person I have ever seen. Like an angel.
I run into his kitchen and grab a old looking, leather bound notebook that is sitting on the table and the pencil next to it and decide to scribble out a little note and tear out the page to place by his bed side.
"Dear mystery man whom I have slept with last night, thanks for not killing me. I work in downtown Chicago. If you want me, come find me. You wouldn't wanna waste the night, right?
-H.L
P.S- thanks for the shirt. I like Green Day also."
~jaz~
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Waste The Night ~ afi
Fanfiction"If you want me, come find me." Was written on the note left behind after last nights high. Well here I come. ~afi~ BOOK ONE
