Step Brother

I Was Supposed To Be Sober So I Could Be The Driver For Me And My Friend

EDITED

Morgan's POV

A pounding headache is what I wake up with. I open my eyes but it's too bright inside so I close them again. When I open them a bit, I see sunlight and it makes me want to go back to sleep, but I can't. Then it occurs to me that I have arms wrapped around me. Did Tommy find a way to sneak into my room without my mom  knowing?

With my eyes fully opened, I look around my bedroom to find that it is not my bedroom. I look down at the arms around me to find that seem familiar. I look behind me at the face that got me in his house last night, my very own Tommy England. Why are we cuddling right now? Oh well. I don't care.

I squirm in his arms, making his grip on me tighter and I feel the sudden desire to pee. I poke his side and feel him stir behind me.

"W-What?" He croaked with his morning voice.

"I have to use the bathroom," I say a bit quietly. He sighs before letting go of me. With a hand to my head, I get up and look around his room, finding a door open, leading to his bathroom. I hurry there and shut the door. I empty my bladder then wash my hands.

After drying my hands with a towel hanging up, I leave the bathroom to see a fully awake Tommy sitting up on his bed. I look around the room, actually paying attention to his room that I have never been in. In fact, I have never been in his house. Old band posters are hanging up while a few clothing articles litter the floor. His bed is positioned in one corner while on the other side of the room, there is a tall and wide black dresser next to the door that leads to his bedroom. Next to his slightly messed up bed due to the blankets and sheets is a small black nightstand with a lamp and a few pieces of paper, crumbled and flat.

"Do you have any aspirin or anything?" I ask Tommy as I lean against the wall.

"Yeah," he says and gets up, going I the bathroom I was just in not too long ago. He looks through the medicine cabinet until he finds exactly what he was looking for. "Here," he says as he hands me Tylenol.

"Thank you," I say as I grab the bottle.

"I'll be back," he says then leaves the room, giving me no chance to reply. Holding the Tylenol bottle in my hand, I take a stroll around Tommy's room. He has a couple Nirvana and Kurt Cobain posters, an Iron Maiden poster, a Kiss poster, a Rock 'n Roll poster, and a Pink Floyd poster.

I take a seat on his bed and in a few minutes, he is back in the room with a glass of water in his hands. He hands it to me and I thank him as I take it from him.

"Don't mention it," he responds. I take two tablets of Tylenol and finish the glass of water. Tommy puts the bottle back in the medicine cabinet and leaves the glass on his nightstand.

"What happened last night?" I ask Tommy after a few minutes of silence with us sitting next to each other on his bed.

"You texted me and invited me to a party you were at," he responds. He rubs his forehead with one hand as he places the other on my knee. "I came and we danced and drank and hung out. It was fun."

"Exactly how much did I drink?"

"You ended up drinking two bottles of Tequila. You ended up totally drunk so I brought you here." He pauses to look at me. "You told me to stay with you and cuddle with you so I did then we both fell asleep. So here we are now. I promise I did nothing else, Morgan. I would never take advantage of you like that."

"Wow," I say. "I was supposed to be sober so I could be the driver for me and my friend. I wonder where she is. And I understand."

"Haley? She's downstairs."

"Really?" I ask him. The pain in my head has dulled down and now it's fine to talk normal or even yell.

"Yeah, she got so drunk and was hanging out with you before you even started drinking. You were talking about how you had to take her home a few hours later," he tells me. "So I brought her over to and let her crash on my couch."

"You didn't have to so that, you know," I say.

"I don't care. It was important so I decided to."

"Thank you, handsome." I lean over and kiss just outside of his lips. "I'm glad I have you here with me."

"I'm glad I have you too, love."