How I Became the 4th Member of a (former) All-Boy Band

I Go Paintballing My Frustrations Away

sorry for the long long wait. summer = vacay for this little crazy writer girl. also the fact that i forgot to bring my story idea notebook, and the fact that my english teacher decided to give us o-freaking-thello to read over the summer. and yesh, i admit to slacking off and eating "shaved" ice and great food and watching anime day and night... >.>

read my new not-so-short-short-story! Sketches and Scars. Go on. check it out.

Skye's POV:

It's still dark when I suddenly came to. My head was throbbing in a way only a hangover could, and I didn't recognize my surroundings at all through what little I could see in the dim room. The only thing I was aware of was the bed beneath me, the closed door, and the arm around me.

This was seriously getting old.

"Argh! What the f----!" 

Brown eyes blinked blearily, shaking dark hair out of his face as he flailed around in a panic to locate his assaulter. But his arm lifted from me, and I sat up gratefully. I ran a hand through my messed up hair, taking a look around the room again. I wasn't freaking out because I was still half-delirious, and plus, the boy beside me wouldn't hurt a hair on my head. I just punched him in the gut, after all.

"Where are we?" I asked Shane, turning to look at him.

He rubbed his eyes, sitting up as well. "At our apartment," he mumbled, shaking his hair aside again. "You passed out from drinking so much."

"Oh." I frowned. The clock said three forty eight am. "Were you... I mean... you... Uh..." I bit my lip, glancing over at him. I barely remembered what happened at that club we were at. Something about performing, and then this guy, and then a bloody nose (that guy, not me). Was he taking care of me all this time?

He looked back at me. "It's alright," he said quietly. "I don't mind." He yawned. "You should go back to sleep. Do you want an Advil or something?"

I nodded. "Thanks."

He got up to leave the room. I watched him absently, something funny going on with my heartbeat. It's colder without him next to me, too. Wait, why the heck did it feel so normal that he was sleeping next to me, and why didn't I feel bothered at all by the fact that I was all snuggled up with him in my unconscious state? Must be all the alcohol. Gah, why did I drink so much?

"Skye? Are you okay?"

I raised my hands from grabbing my hair. "Huh? Yeah, fine. I'm great, thank you." I grinned at him overenthusiastically, and he stared at me weirdly. 

"Here's your Advil." He handed me the pill and a glass of water. "You should probably go back to sleep, if you can. Otherwise it'll be a killer for both you and me."

I nodded. There was a moment of silence between us as I swallowed the water with a bit too much enthusiasm and Shane suddenly found interest in his bedspread. "Did I... do something?" I said to the empty glass. 

He snorted. "You did a lot of things, Skye."

I rolled my eyes, but since it was dark, he didn't see it. "I meant, did I do something super embarrassing or wrong, or... did I do something to make you mad?"

He didn't answer right away, which made me more nervous than necessary. Then he sighed, and there was some shifting around in the dark, until he ended up right beside me on the bed again. "I'm not mad at you, okay? If I was, would I be taking care of you like a lovesick puppy---?" He cursed under his breath. "Ignore that, please."

"True. But you're a nice person, so..."

"I'm nice? Damn, that means I need to go kick a puppy into a wall or something..."