sorry not sorry ; muke af

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"damn, i've never been this hungover before," a red haired boy, preferably called michael, obviously never felt that hungover before.

well, it was his own fault actually. he had multiple shots until calum had to physically dragged him out of the club.

at least he thought it was calum, his long-term boyfriend for over four years since he was fourteen.

shall i remind you, that michael become extremely horny when he's drunk, so he really wanted to ride calum into the sunset.

so that's what he did.

he remembered tugging calum's blonde hair whenever- wait a minute, calum didn't have a blonde hair.

"shit," michael thought. "whose hair did i tug last night? shitshitshit."

a mop of messy blonde hair under the blanket distracted michael's internal cursing, making him cringe at how greasy the person's hair was. did they ever wash their hair?

however, michael decided to poke the person's hair. it was greasy as hell.

first poke, the person didn't move.

second poke, still didn't move.

third poke, it spoke.

"i'm awake since three hours ago i just don't want to move," a small whimper took michael by surprise, making him jumped a little.

michael didn't want to deal with anyone's shit at seven in the morning so he decided to ignore the person, put on his clothes, gathered all his things, and left as soon as possible.

when the door slammed shut, our poor little blondie whimpered once again.

"he-hello?"

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(a/n) don't even know what this is but i'm digging the new writing style hehe

-bia