Waking up in the bad boys bed

Chapter one

Noah;
And I'm awake. My head is throbbing and my eyes burn from the amount of sunshine shining into the room. where the hell am I? More importantly how did I get here, and who's clothes are these? my eyes spin around the room until a door opens, I try my best to look away but my eyes are fixed on it I can't believe who looks back at me, Lucas. I stair at the little ring piece of meddle on his bottom lip. Oh god lips. I didn't kiss his did I? I smile an awkward smile as Lucas sits at the end of the bed handing me a cup of tea.
"So um what happen last night?"
Lucas laughs a little bit getting back under the blankets like this was the most normal thing in the entire world.
"Last night? Well you got very wasted, which Noah really i didn't know you could even drink that much! That's why the tea, it always helps my hangovers"
I roll my eyes in annoyance yes I know I'm small and your typical gay boy who surly can't handle much alcohol, but I also look down at the tea and smile Lucas actually being nice was this possible?
"And?" This is the point where I'm supposed to put my hands on my hips but I have a teacup in my hands not to mention the clothes on my body are not mine!
"And I was kinda well drunk" he laughs and waits a moment before going on "and I don't remember this but apparently we made out" I have so many questions going through my head which instead of going through my head came out of my mouth, "what do you mean apparently" I watch as he take his phone out showing me a picture of the two, hands in hair and everything.
"Your gay?" I knew it was rude the moment it came out of my mouth but he surely doesn't look or act it.
"Just because I'm not into acting or acting like I'm sassy as fuck." He rolls his eyes at this point seeming to be a little annoyed with me "doesn't mean I'm not into boys." He finishes and look over at me
"I'm sorry that was rude." He says looking all around the room avoiding eye contact
"No. I was rude-" I stop with the sudden taste of vomit in my month pop up, and the hangover begins. Lucas hands me a bucket like he was expecting this and help me to the bathroom where he sat next to me
"And cel told your parents you were with her so all is good with that." He says placing a hand on my back as I continue. I didn't even think about my parents or cel, cel or her full name celandine but no one ever knows how to pronounce it so she's cel, she's my best friend and the first person I came out to. I feel Lucas hand on my back as he slowly starts to rub it which lots of touching usually makes me uncomfortable but this I oddly don't mind at all. It seems like forever when the vomiting stops
"I should probably get home." I stubble to try and stand up holding onto the sink counter for support as I feel Lucas hands on my hips
"Noah, you can barely stand up, cel told your parents that you are with her it's okay just stay here until your crazy hangover is over."
I look up at him "or maybe you just want me to keep you company." I start to flirt a little bit
"Maybe." He smiles leading me back to his room. I and everyone else at bayside high school find him a bit intimidating, he's tall not super weird tall but he's tall. His hair is black and always messy but the messy girls are obsessed with. He has piercings and lots of tattoos but right now it feels safe not scary. I lay back down in his bed and start to close my eyes I'm tired but I barely just woke up. He turns the tv onto a movie that looks like it's from the 80's that I've never heard of. At first we keep our distance he's at one side of the bed and I'm at the other but slowly we make our way near each other. I fall asleep sometime during this and wake up groggy on top of him
"S-sorry." I mumble starting to sit up
"Your fine." He smiles bring me back to him
"What time is it"
"Almost nine" he says it like its not a big deal which made me feel like it was still the morning
"Wow it's dark for this early"
"Nine? It gets dark at like seven"
It hits me then it's nine at night not in the morning.
"Fuck fuck fuck." I almost yell getting up quickly looking for my things frantically
"What's wrong?" He seems confused
"It's nine I've been sleeping all day, here!"
"It's okay." He stands up placing a hand on my shoulder
"I have to go!"
"You must be starving at least let me take you out for coffee or dinner or something."
"What coffee shops are open at night?"
"The good ones."
"Okay fine." I stand up and look at him I roll my eyes a bit and he just smiles again looking down at his feet.