There is a guy... In my bed... He's hot, but I don't know his name. I get ready to slowly get up, that's when I realize, my clothes are on the floor. I look over and I see his bare chest. He has some pretty damn good abs. That's all I see though, anything below his abs is covered with a blanket. I'm still wearing my bandeo. I look over and the closet door is open, there are literally people laying on my closet floor, they're asleep. I I reach down and feel around for my shirt.
My head is already pounding, I don't dare move too quick. I find my Elkhart shirt and sit it beside me on the bed. I slowly sit up, I get dizzy and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I stop moving and just sit there, almost sitting up, but not quite. I wait until the feeling subsides, it takes about four minutes. After that, I sit up even slower. This time, I get dizzy but not as badly. I slowly and carefully slip my head into the sleeveless shirt. I'm kind of hot, so having the sides cut out is really nice.
I look over the edge of my bed, and see my phone laying By my jeans. I slowly put my legs over the side of the bed, and take about five minutes to put my pants on. I get dizzy and lay on my side, with my legs hanging off the bed. I close my eyes, I want to sleep, but my head hurts so bad, I can't possibly sleep. I lay there for a while, getting the courage to sit up again. I finally do, after a long, silent pep talk.
I get really dizzy again, but it goes away soon. I reach down to the floor and grab my phone. I don't turn it on yet, the room is dark and I'm not stupid. With a headache like this, and a dark room, turning on a phone would be stupid of me. I would probably die or something. I slide my phone into my back, right pocket.
I grab my nightstand and try to stand. I epically fail and fall back onto my bed. I feel some movement and look over to see a beautiful face staring back at me. I don't know his name, but he has a gorgeous smile.
"Let me help you." He says.
He gets up and faces the bathroom. He's butt naked, and puts on his boxers. They're from American Eagle, red, black, and blue plaid. He puts his khakis back on, and then walks over to the other side of the room, where his blue polo is. He turns around and smiles at me as he slips the shirt over his curls.
"What's your name...?" I ask embarrassed.
He smiled and then laughed. It was a deep laugh, it fit him.
"Luke, my name is Luke." He smiled.
"I'm Alice, a lot of people call me Sky-Walker though." I laughed, that was a stupid idea.
My head started pounding, which made me laugh even harder. I was basically hurting myself, I was so stupid. Luke started laughing and it made me laugh even more. I knew he was laughing at how stupid I was being, he had a genuine laugh though. It was cute, he seemed to care.
"Stop laughing, you're only making it worse. I can tell." Luke smiled.
"You're right about that." I reply.
I grab my head and close my eyes. I press on my temples and try everything to make the pain go away. I throws my arms down and slowly open my eyes. Everyone else in the room was still passed out, I don't even know what time it is.
"I'll help you up, you wanna go downstairs? I can help get everyone to leav, if you want." Luke volunteered.
"That'd be great, Luke." I genuinely smile and then wince.
The headache hurts like a bitch. I wince and Luke walks over to help me up. He holds out his hands and I grab his forearms. He holds on to my elbows and I slowly stand up. I let go with one arm and hold my head. It's pinging, but my god Alice, get the fuck over it. I open my eyes, my vision is blurry, but after a minute, it goes back to normal.
