Internet Friends | mgc

Chapter 3

I was awoken by a large crash outside of my door, followed by a subtle groan.
I quickly sat up, assuming it was just Ashton being his typical clumsy self.

I felt around for my phone in the mess of blankets swirled around my bed. When I felt the cool surface brush my hand, I pressed the home button, illuminating the screen.

The time read 10:47, signaling that I shouldn't bother going back to sleep. I scrolled through my missed notifications, mostly just stuff from Twitter.

It's not like anyone really texts me.

Just as I was about to roll out of bed, I saw my door open with sudden force, causing me to jump slightly.

To my surprise, Luke was standing there, shirtless. My eyes fixed on his toned torso for a few seconds too long. Yes, he was like a brother to me, but that didn't mean I couldn't admire his beauty.

My gaze trailed up to his eyes, which looked bloodshot. I swear to god, if he was drunk again....

"Sorry if I woke you up," he slurred, lazily rubbing his eyes. "I was looking for some pain pills, my head is killing me after last night."

What the hell happened last night? Was I missing something? It wasn't a rare occurrence for the boys to be drunk or hungover, it happened too often for my liking.

I was a firm believer in waiting until you were legal to drink, and as much as they made fun of me for it, I was not letting them sway my opinions.

"It's fine, I needed to get up eventually anyways," I muttered, letting out a yawn.  "What happened last night anyways?"

He laughed a bit, looking as if he was thinking back to whatever crazy things must have happened the prior night.

"Maybe you would have been there too, if you hadn't gone to sleep as soon as we got home from the diner," he teased, ruffling my hair.

I swatted his hand away, not appreciating him this early in the morning.
"Whatever, I probably don't want to know anyways," I said, motioning to the door. I was growing tired of his presence, and didn't want to end up being the one to take care of him during his hangover like usual.

He groaned softly "don't you at least have a little sympathy for me," he said with a pout.

"No, I don't. Now out." I ordered, pushing him out the door, he kept resisting, causing me to shove harder.

Either his cheeks were flushed from all of the alcohol, or he was blushing. I looked down to notice my hand was resting right on his bare abdomen. I quickly pulled my hand back, not wanting to deal with this.

"Bye Luke!" I sang, slamming the door in his face. Usually I would feel really awkward after an encounter like that, but he always got horny when he was hungover, I was kind of used to it.

I walked over to where my phone was buzzing like crazy, checking the screen. I saw I had a few messages from Dan.

"Hey Evie, was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight to see a movie and get dinner or something?"

"If not it's fine"

"Why am I even texting you now, you're probably asleep. Text me back once you see this,"

I smiled at his flustered responses. I've noticed that he kind of rambles a lot, but it's kind of cute I guess. It's not like I don't.

I sent back a quick response, telling him to pick me up around 6:00. That was our usual time, so I assumed he wouldn't mind.

I looked at the clock to see it was now 11:00 am, I didn't have to get ready for awhile, so I decided to head downstairs.

I was met with three incredibly hungover boys, all draped over the sofa. I ignored them and went to the kitchen to grab some cereal. While I was pouring the milk in, I heard loud snoring begin.