Dance, Dance {The Story of How I Woke Up Naked Next to Patrick Stump}

Sugar, we're goin down.

*Adrian's POV*

I opened my eyes and groaned lightly. My head was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up. Once I was able to actually see I was going to get out of bed and go take a shower. I slightly sat up and stretched. I yawned and shut my eyes really tight because it hurt to see the little sunlight that was shining through the window. I opened my eyes and just sat there for a second. This isn't my hotel room. Where am I. I felt this strange breeze and I looked down and realized that I wasn't just in a foreign place, I was also naked. I quickly pulled the comforter up to my chin. What. The. Fuck. 

I tried to recollect everything that happened last night but nothing was coming to me. I sighed and tried again to think of last nights festivities. The room was almost silent, the only noise was light snoring. 

Wait.

Light snoring? I looked to my right and lo and behold someone was laying next to me. This wasn't just a normal guy I'd shack up with from the bar. This was Patrick Stump. Now I remember the Fall out boy concert. But everything after that is still a blur. I looked down at Patrick with wide eyes. The comforter was laying across his lower body. his chest was completely exposed and I had a feeling he was to naked. 

I was still kind of in shock but I managed to reach over and poke his side. 

"umm..." I muttered. I didn't know what to say. "Uh, Mr. Stump?" I poked his side again. 

He mumbled a few words under his breath. He opened his eyes half way then shut them completely again. 

"My head." He complained and he put his hand on his forehead. 

"uh, Patrick." I said again. His eyes shot open and he looked at me with a look of confusion.

"I believe we've engaged in sexual relations." 

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short first chapter. If I have time later I'll write more. Tell me what you guys think. Should I write more? 

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