Nonexistent strings

Don't think about the things you made

Laura's POV

I was sitting straight on the bed still with the blankets on me and resting my hand on my forehead. It was like all the things that were in the room were moving from side to side, but I knew they weren't. It was just the massive headache and the feeling of dizziness that made me feel so....hung over?

When I tried to stand up from the bed I was laying on, there was a heavy sensation coming up to my head that made me sit down again.

It was in that moment, when I realize this isn't my bedroom.

My eyes widened when something came to my mind. Oh no, please don't tell me that I got drunk and hooked up with a random person. Because if that's it, my life is screwed up more than it already is.

I was so deep in thinking that the doorknob switching wasn't a big deal.

"oh, good you are awake" a male voice spoke entering in the room with a tray of food in his hands.

You know what, this is worse than I ever imagined.

I just kept looking at him up and down with a confused expression still not figuring out how did I come here.

"what?" he asked shrugging his shoulders a little. "So, I am here in your room not knowing how did I come here or if something went out of control last night, and you just say 'what?'"

"oh sorry, did you sleep well. Had any nightmares?" he smirked at me. Yeah, this one.

I looked at him with a sternly look, "you know I wasn't talking about that".

"But what do you want to know. How many drinks did you have? How you were so drunk that you almost wanted me on bed? I don't know, you tell me" my eyes widened when the words were out. Did I seriously do all of that?

I am hoping the drinks he was talking about were water or Coke.

"and no, they weren't water or Coke"

I looked at him with disbelief. I can't believe it and I refuse to.

"but how? I don't like liquor and I would never like it. How did I drank it?" I was still confused and with each minute more than before.

"Well, let's just say boredom can lead you to do crazy things"

"what are you implying?" this guy is taking forever to just say a few words. Is all I am asking, a few even keys words would help too. But no, he has to start with the very first beginning.

"I mean, that there was nothing else to do at that pity party, and the uncomfortable silence wasn't helping at all" he said in a obvious tone, "well, I am sorry but there are only blur images of yesterday night" it's true, there is this one where we are laughing so hard but I can't seem to remember why?

"No but talking seriously, it isn't a big deal" he said while shrugging his shoulders. Drinking is a big deal! And to top it off, I am underage!

"Can you just spill out the truth so I can leave this room without any doubts?" I want to now the story behind the drinking part so bad, because it's really hard for me to actually believe I let damages drinks enter to my system.

He was still telling me about that it isn't that bad, or I shouldn't be worrying about a stupid reason. But the story behind all of that is what is making me curious and worried.