Level minded, I'm blinded by the promise of happiness if I can find it.
The sun poured in from the open window, pulling Valerie from her sleep. She blinked her eyes in the bright light; mentally cursing how the yellow painted walls that surrounded her made the room brighter than it already was.
Valerie rolled over in the large bed only to hit her head against another's. "Fuck." She hissed, her fingers splayed our across her forehead; her eyes shut. The body let out a muffled groan and rolled over, only to tumble off the bed and onto the floor. "That's not even fair." The voice croaked from the floor, the voice belonging to Holland.
"Holland, get up. Give me your hand." Valerie whispered, leaning over the side of the bed and pulling her friend up to her feet.
The two red heads sat on the large mattress, struggling to call to mind the events that took place the night before. On the chair next to the bed lay their dress, folded neatly. The room held the faint smell of smoke and cologne. Two of Valerie's favourites. Holland grasped a picture frame off the night stand and held it between her thumb and forefinger. She turned it to Valerie with a smile on her full, pink lips.
The picture was of Dylan on his birthday the year before; a bright smile on his lips and cake frosting smeared on his face. Behind him stood most of his friends posing for the picture. Valerie smiled, the memory fresh in her mind. "We're at Dylan's house." She whispered to Holland, earning a slap on the shoulder. "No, really? What gave it away?" The sarcasm was evident in her tired voice.
Kicking her legs over the side of the bed, Valerie stood up and took no time in dashing across the room to the door. Holland was quick to follow. The two carefully crept down the stairs, trying to limit the squeaking of the wooden steps.
The sound of the blaring tv filled their ears, a rerun of Supernatural playing on the screen.
There, passed out and curled up into a ball on the couch was Dylan, soft snores passing through his parted lips. A pang of guilt filled Valerie due to Dylan taking the couch while she and Holland took his bed.
Holland crossed her arms over her chest, a confused expression painted on her flushed cheeks as she watched Dean and Sam being tied up by two Pagan gods disguised as an overly enthusiastic, Christmas loving elderly couple. "Supernatural." Valerie laughed, earning a nod from the strawberry blonde.
Valerie dragged her gaze back to the sleeping boy on the couch. "We should stay until he's up, no? It seems right."
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"You guys were so trashed last night." Dylan chuckled, stirring his coffee with a plastic spoon. "Don't remind me. My head is spinning." Holland groaned and rested her arms on the marble counter. Valerie smiled up at the taller girl, nodding her head. "What about you, Val? How are you feeling?" Dylan asked before taking a sip from his mug, brown eyes locked on hers. Cheeks instantly turning hot, she shrugged her shoulders. "Not too bad, I guess."
Dylan furrowed his eyebrows and scratched at his chin. "That James guy wanted to get you so wasted." The two girls looked at eachother, Holland with a smug smile. "He was hot. Like, really hot. If you wanna meet up with him again or something, Val, I got you girl." She giggled, earning a shy smile from Valerie. Dylan sat there awkwardly, listening to them gawk over James. Rolling his eyes, he took a sip of his coffee a little too quickly resulting in him burning his tongue.
"Shit." Holland whispered, returning from the living room where she had been taking a call. "I've gotta go, babies. My ride is outside." Dylan glanced up at her, his bottom lip sticking out, enjoying her company. Holland pulled Valerie and Dylan into a tight hug, her undoubtedly flawless smile tugging at her lips. "I'll be back to visit you later, Dylan. Don't you worry about that. I need to pick up my dress anyways." After planting a soft kiss on his cheek, Holland waved off her friends and made her way out the door to where a friend of hers was waiting, pulled halfway into Dylan's small 2 car driveway. The deep red painted door closed, leaving Valerie alone with Dylan in his medium sized townhouse. "You're not gonna leave anytime soon, are you?" He asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
