Portraits [On Hold]

Chapter 11- Aiden

(Author's Note!)
This is basically just chapter 10 that has been re-written in Aiden's point of view and a continuation to it. However, it starts on the morning after they all got drunk. It's a little short but it's in HIS pov so I mean, it's a rewarding in a way, I guess ?? This is one of the very few chapters that will be written in Aiden's point of view so I hope you enjoy! :) By the way, shoutout to @cookiez4lllife helping me by telling me whether Aiden sounded too girly here or not lolol I'M NOT A BOY SO. Ahahah perks of boy virtual friends lol. Make sure to give him a follow (: and read his awesome book, I helped him write it! Now, stop reading this, and get to reading the good stuff! (;
Aiden's POV:

*Earlier that morning*

"Aiden, wake upppp." I heard a female voice say, and suddenly noticed I felt warmer than usual. I noticed the familiar smell of strawberry shampoo and I slowly opened my eyes.

At first, I frowned, not aware of where I was. Suddenly, my eyes widened as I found myself with an arm wrapped around June.
"What the- June? What are you doing here? Oh my- did we sleep together?" I asked, my tone sounding rather panicked and confused as to how she ended up here with me.

Not that it's a bad thing but you know, an explanation is always nice.

"What the- no!" She said quickly, shaking her head.  "We did not sleep together. I'm here because this is my house. You all passed out after getting drunk." She explained and I felt relief wash over me as I smiled down at her.

She felt so nice and warm. I was surprised she was still letting me hold her, honestly.

Suddenly, she got all weird and quickly unwrapped herself from me.

Yeah, it was expected. It was bound to happen.

"Nice bed hair." I stated, letting a playful smile onto my face. She immediately tried to brush it out with her fingers, looking away embarrassed.

It wasn't as bad as she thought, but it was just fun messing with her.

"Whatever." She mumbled.

"It's okay, cupcake. You look cute." I said teasingly and she just rolled her eyes. She rolled her eyes at me a lot. I'm sure one of these days she's going to end up either having a seizure from it or her eyes will be permanently rolled into the back of her head from doing it so often.

"We need to hurry or we'll be late." She reminded me. I tried standing up but quickly lost my balance, forgetting I wasn't exactly in the best condition right now.

"Owww. My head— it hurts." I groaned, holding my throbbing head and squinting my eyes in pain.

I forgot what hangovers felt like.

I definitely did not miss this part of drinking.

"Oh right. I'll go get you something to take." She said, standing up and making her way back to the kitchen.

I looked around me and noticed all three of us had blankets on us and a bucket by our side. Obviously, June was responsible for this.

For a second, I wondered who in the world has a bunch of spare buckets, but then I remembered she was an artist. Also, my memory reminded me I was one too, and just like her, I also had a bunch of those at home. I grinned when I realized she actually took her time to do this for us, me included. I mean, she must've been pretty exhausted too yesterday. She didn't really need to do that.