This Time Is Kinda Different

I opened my eyes taking in the fact that I was in the same position I found myself in every Saturday morning-on a couch while my best friend was probably upstairs, naked, in some guy's bed. Seven wasn't a slut, she was just a horny drunk, there's no way to justify that, but she was still my best friend and I still loved her no matter how many times she messed up.

Being the nice person I was, I decided to search the kitchen for bread, water and aspirin to soothe Seven's usual hangover. I walked into the most disgusting kitchen I've ever seen in my life, even the doorframe was disgusting-it was wooden however it was hard to tell with the mold all over it. Had this guy ever thought about cleaning once in a while? I turned on the light an I could swear I saw roaches crawl into hiding. Coming to the conclusion that she'd rather eat dirt out of a hobo's ass, I thought just taking her back to our house would suffice and took the first opportunity to move like lightning and exit the kitchen.

After retrieving my best friend and attire that would cover most of her "buisness", I decided to call a cab and leave before the owner of the dirty kitchen woke and convinced my still partially drunk best friend to stay. Next to my bag i was surprised to see there was a note, it read :

'Brianna,

sorry I left this morning I had to take care of some stuff but I had fun last night you should call me sometime

-Ryan'

Once again a guy forgot my name, or Seven's name...If the note was for either of us.

"Classy" someone said as if reading my mind, however it sounded more as if it was directed towards me, his voice sent chills through my body. I turned around and laid my eyes on the most beautiful creature god ever created realizing he was looking at the paper in my hand, but boy was he gorgeous.

He had curly brown hair that framed his face perfectly, a golden tan and green eyes, his black eyebrows were sharp it looked almost as if he had got them done, his jaw was perfectly chiseled and just a shadow of hair decorated it. His t-shirt clung to his body like a second skin because his muscles fit so perfectly in it, he didn't look like a juice head, but he sure as hell wasn't scrawny. Can perfect be an understatement? In this case it definitely was. How could I miss this amazing piece of art sitting on the couch just opposite me?

He was way out of my league, but suddenly I wanted to remember what happened last night. I must not have been as sober as I thought. I realized I couldn't remember anything that happened last night, so I stood there, with my lids shielding my pupils from the god sitting on the couch for what felt like forever and tried to recall my last memory.

"Am I that much of a bad sight to look at?" said the god. If looks weren't enough to make you swoon, the sound of his voice was sure to make your knees buckle beneath you.

"Uhm, no sorry, I-I was just-" words became so foreign to my mouth at that moment.

"Bee, can we go?" Seven blurted out. "Oh hey Ryan, sorry I'm a bit of a sleepy head..but it's partially your fault, you know cause of all that fun we had last night" she said burying herself in his lap with her best capable smile on and her arms around his neck.

Right in that moment I wanted to drag her out of the house, lock her outside and keep her outside of a 100 mile radius of Greek. Yes I already had a nickname for him, Greek god, but Greek for short, don't judge me.

"It's Mark, the Ryan you are referring to is my brother."

"Oh" she said pulling away from Greek. Maybe Mark was better, but Greek fit him pretty well, so I'd stick to that.

"I'm Seven and this is my gorgeous best friend, Bianca." She said confidently.

"Yes, I remember. Were you girls leaving? You don't want some water or anything?"