Am I Serious?-ON HOLD

.....♥Momma Bear♥...

"Aye Dios Mio. Mi Cabeza." (Oh My God. My Head). Rolling over I groaned feeling a million blocks hit my head....oh wait nope. That's the floor.

What the hell happened? Groaning I threw my arm over my eyes shielding the sun. Releasing a sigh, I cracked my eyes open adjusting to the light before glancing around the room.

"Well this place is trashed as hell." I muttered taking in the sight. Liquor bottles littered the room, the furniture was in the center, the bed was bare and the curtains gone. Sitting up straight I leaned my head against the bed sighing. What happened last night?

Glancing down at my attire I mentally gave myself a thumbs up for still having my clothes and underwear on, well my heels are gone. Hearing a groan from above me I got on my knees, resting my elbows on the edge of the bed. Fuck being protective or whatever I'm hungover as shit.

"What the hell happened?" The voice groaned out. Hmm.....at least I wasn't the only one drunk last night.

"Fuck." The voice muttered again before a head lifted up meeting my gaze.

"I see you're hungover too huh?" I asked Zoey. Glaring at me she dropped her head back against the bed while I got up, stumbling a bit. Raising an eyebrow at her she gave me a confused look. Pointing beside her at Detective Wilson I rose an eyebrow only to be met with Zoey's wide ones.

"What the actual hell happened?" She whisper shouted shoving his arm from around her waist. "Oh God, Tyler's gonna kill me." Chuckling softly I turned around, my forehead banging into a metal pole in the process. What the fuck!! Hearing Zoey's laughter from the bed I glared at her before glaring at the pole.

"Damn fucking pole in the way. Who the fuck even puts a pole beside a bed!?" I angrily mumbled as I made my way out of the room after passing through the ring of furniture and a burnt curve behind it? Oh crap.

Hearing my tummy grumble, I walked straight past my room and headed to the kitchen, the smell of food hitting full force. The sound of laughter lightened my grumpy mood but made my headache worst.

"Aye!" I shouted instantly regretting it as my head hurt even worse. Silence fell over the kitchen as I stood at the door holding my head in last night's dress. "Thank you."

"What crawled up your ass?" Andrew asked as he glanced at me.

"Never mind that. What the hell happened to you?" Tyler asked laughing. Frowning I looked at him confusingly.

"She hasn't looked in a mirror yet dumbass." Kyle said rolling his eyes as he passed me a mirror. Taking it from him I didn't bother saying thank you. Staring at my reflection the first thing that came to mind was homeless.

I looked like a fucking homeless stripper. My hair was in knots and looked like a racoon went to bath in it. My make up ran leaving me looking the lead singer from KISS when he cried.

"Oh God." I groaned banging my head backwards on the wall beside me as I slid down. Stretching my legs in front of me I closed my eyes.

"Can someone please tell me what happened last night?" I asked not opening my eyes.

"Well---ummm....let's just say tha-"

"Shit the food!" I heard someone scream frantically.

"Don't burn the food." I said not bothering to shout.

"As I was saying. You and Zoey literally kidnapped your little cop friend and locked yourselves in one of the guest bedrooms."