June's point of view
As an uncomfortable light hit my eyelids, I turned around in bed, pulling the covers over my head, groaning as the headache I had was unbearable, and the sound of the birds singing outside wasn't helping me.
"Would you shut the fuck up?" I muttered angrily, as I threw a pillow at the window.
I took a look around the room and frowned at the unknown bed I was in. The night prior had been quite lively, and I didn't remember how I ended up sleeping in a bed I didn't know.
The sound of the shower running in the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom confused me, and as a fisrt instict, I looked underneath the covers, and realized I was only in my underwears. A wave a panick washed over me, as I tried hard to remember last night's events. The last thing I could remember was playing this drink game with Brooke and some of her friends; the rest of the night was a total blackout.
Rubbing the tiredness from my eyes, and hopping the hangover I had would go away as well (of course, it didn't), I sat up in bed, an scanned the large room with my eyes in order to find my dress to put back on and leave the unknown place before the person in the shower would show up.
And of course, I couldn't find it.
I wrapped the covers around my body, and began to search quietly around the room. I was panicking just thinking about the eventuality that I had slept with somebody while being drunk.
During my search of my clothes, I tripped over the cover that was wrapped around me and fell on the floor with a loud thud. Fuck, I cursed under my breath. Immediately, I looked at the bathroom's door, but no one came out of it, but the shower was no longer running.
I stood back up quielty, and finally I spotted my dress on an armchair in the corner of the room. I reached it, walking on my tip-toes, without making a noise, and put it quickly back on. I zipped the back of it, took my purse that was next to it, and finally I was able to leave the room, and the place I was in.
As on cue, the bathroom's door opened as I was opening the bedroom's door. I was afraid to turn around and meet the person I might had slept with.
"It's rude to leave without saying goodbye, missy," a feminine voice I recognized as Brooke's said behind me, and I could finally realease the breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"Oh man, Brooke? Thank God it's you!" I said in a sight of relief. "I thought a guy was in there."
Brooke laughed a little, "It's just me. Liam is in the other shower, so I took this one. Did I wake you?" she asked me, drying her long brown hair with a towel.
"So that's your place?" I asked, hopeful.
"Uh, yes? You were too wasted to go back to the hotel last night," she said, speaking slowly. "You don't remember shit from last night, do you?" she laughed again.
"The last thing I remember was playing this drinking game with you and your friends," I declared, rubbing my aching head.
"Really?" she asked, making her way up to me. "Nothing after the game?"
"Not a single thing," I shook my head, and caught Brooke's smirk. "What? What did I do?"
"Oh nothing huge. You really did have fun, that's all. Your newbies were - "
"Oh my God, the newbies!" I yelled, a hand over my mouth.
I took my phone out of my purse, and dialed Rebecca's number immediately.
"Relax, they're fine!" Brooke laughed a little, walking past me. "Meet me downstairs in the kitchen when you're over, breakfast's waiting," she said, and I nodded, mouthing 'Thank you', "aspirin's waiting too," she added with a smirk, closing the door behind her as she left the room.
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[MJ Fanfiction] Whatever Happens (Sequel to "What Happened That Day")
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