Wanting My Step Brother

[10]

Blake

I felt like I was seriously going to die. 

It wasn't like the other times, when I felt pain somewhere in my body and instantly thought "oh god, here we go". 

This time was different, and a whole lot more fucking painful. My body was legit rejecting my soul. 

Wait, maybe I'm already dead? And this was hell. I've tumbled into my own personal, fiery, scorching hell that is a hangover. 

Why the fuck do I do this to myself? 

It'll be fun they said. You won't get a hangover they said. Well look where I am now bitches.

Groaning, I rolled over, away from the light piercing through my open blinds. I pulled my duvet up over my head, letting myself wallow in my own self pity. 

Slowly, but not clearly, images and memories resurfaced from last night. Ella, Hunter, ugh, and Silver. Oh my god, did I seriously punch her. Yas bitch. Go me.

I remember Alex saving me and taking me home. Oh, and myself vomiting on my mother's unsuspecting flowers in the front garden. Whoops. 

Just as I was slowly drifting into a peaceful slumber, the door swung open. Fuck. 

"Good morning sleeping beauty!" Alex cheered as he stomped into my room. 

"Go away. Let me die in peace." I muttered from under the covers. 

"I bought you some comfort snacks. Since when did Blake Parker turn down food." Alex snorted as I heard his footsteps near my bed. 

I stuck my hand out from, "Gimme." 

"Not until you show me your face." Alex bargained, leaving me hanging. 

"I swear to holy chicken nuggets, my face will be the last face." I mumbled, so not in the mood to play games. Especially when there is food involved. 

The bed bounced as Alex dived onto my mattress, the surface dipping under his weight. 

"I bought cookies." 

"What kind?" 

"Chocolate-chip." 

"My fucking weakness." I mumbled under my breath. 

Creating a hole in my comfort, I put one eye up to it and peeked through my blanket fortress.  

Alex was lying next to me, a smile on his face. He hadn't changed since last night. Still in his costume, and his light brown locks tousled from running his hand through it. 

"Come on, I bought movies and chocolate milk." He pleads, tugging at my comforter. 

I cursed under my breath, slowly sliding the blanket it away. I regretted it in an instant. My eyes squinted, the harsh lights feeling like a freaking firework went off behind my eyes. 

I hissed like a freaking cat. 

"Oh my god, I'm living with a fucking vampire." Alex chuckled, jumping off the bed to close my curtains fully. 

"I feel like death." I muttered, staring up at the roof.

"Yeah, you smell like it too." 

"Shut the fuck up," I tried to hide my smile as I chucked a pillow at him, "It's too early for yelling." 

"Blake, it's fucking four in the afternoon." Alex stated, giving me a fixed look. 

"Exactly," I said, pushing a finger to his soft lips,  "Shhh."