Frenemies

Chapt 11

Miku awoke with a pounding headache and cuddling a stuffed lion. She was under marigold and snow colored sheets which weren't her own, staring at a ceiling which wasn't hers, either. She rubbed the crust from her eyes, then opened them only to be met with throbbing pain in her head. She groaned and put her hand up to the side of her head as she sat up slowly, wondering what happened the previous night. She couldn't remember. She blinked, then groped the table next to her for a lamp. Once she found one, she pulled the chain, and obnoxiously bright light flooded the room. Her head screamed in pain, and she groaned again as she threw her arm over her eyes in a feeble attempt to block the light.

Eventually forcing herself to get used to it, she sat up and looked around. The room looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on where she'd seen it. Doesn't matter, thought Miku with a glance around the familiar room with wary eyes, doubt I'll stick around. The probability of her doing something... degrading seemed relatively low, considering the absence of warmth next to her, as well as the lack of clothes savagely flung around the room. At least she had that much going for her.

She sat up and swung her legs over the bed, delicately pressing her feet against the carpet as she stood. But when she was standing on her own, a tsunami of nausea came overwhelmed her, forcing her to use the nearby end table as an anchor. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the sickening feeling to pass, then cautiously opened them to survey the room further. She froze.

On the floor, she estimated it was on the other side of the bed, a pale hand laid, limp. Her breath hitched. What the fuck did I do last night? 

Miku inched closer with caution, and peaked over the bed. The hand belonged to Len, who laid on his stomach with his other hand under it. His head was facing her, so when she saw the drool leaking from his open mouth, she snickered. If she could find her phone, she definitely would've taken a picture. But it was nowhere to be found, luckily for him. She nudged him with her foot when she got close enough.

"Hey. Loser." She whispered hoarsely. She tried speaking up, but winced and decided to speak quieter- it hurt her head to speak loudly. He groaned and furrowed his eyebrows as he closed his mouth. He turned to the other side. "Hey! Don't ignore me!" She nudged him again, but harder. He groaned louder and threw the blanket over his head. How childish. Miku practically kicked him this time; he threw the blanket off his head, rolled over, and glared at her with tired eyes laden with irritation. Miku smirked.

"About time. I wasn't scared to break a few ribs, you know." Len stared at her. He blinked. Then his eyes widened, and his cheeks turned pink. She gave him an inquisitive stare. "Why're you loo-"

He suddenly scrambled to his feet and aimed a spray bottle filled with a clear liquid- water, probably- at her like a weapon. "Miku, I swear on my fucking life, if you kiss me or something, I will drown you in water! Do not test me, Hatsune!"

Miku couldn't even comprehend what he just said.

Kiss? Him? Her, kissing him? Him thinking she was going to kiss him? Her thinking about him thinking that she's going to kiss him?

Maybe he hasn't gotten over the mistletoe incident? She thought. She furrowed her eyebrows with a frown. It was only a few nights ago, after all. But there's no way she'd kiss him, just...because. It probably got to his head, she thought with an eyeroll. It always gets to their heads. Idiots.

While it was absolutely preposterous, she didn't remember a single thing from the previous night, except downing some alcoholic drink at a New Year's Eve party; a party some goody-two-shoes like Len wouldn't go to. She stared at him for a long time before her brain could think of the words to reply. "You think I'm going to kiss...you? Are you actually stupid? You think just because the m-mistletoe thing that suddenly I li- that I want to kiss you?" Her words came out slowly, as if she were thinking them as she went along, sort of like improv. She forced her mouth into a frown and mustered up the most intimidating glare she could and directed it at Len. He only raised his eyebrows, unaffected. That only made her frown deeper. Len's eyes glittered with suspicion. Nonetheless, he lowered his bottle.