I woke up at 11:00AM; my mind is still fuzzy from last night. I tried to head back to my blissful dreams but that didn’t quite work because the sun was shining right on my face. I had then come to the realization that I am awake. I sighed as I arose from pulling off the duvet and the warm fuzzy blanket I had draped over me, I pulled it off in hopes that I could try to recall all of the details form last night. I got up from my bed to see another person that had been laying next to me all night, I’m pretty sure it was Ashton, but I didn’t really seem to mind as of right now, because my head is pounding and all I want to do is take a shower. I walk into my bathroom, started the shower and then began to strip down; leaving everything perched on my toilet. I begin to step in the shower as the first drop of warm water hits my skin.
I start to recall bits and pieces of last night, a good chunk of it seemed clear. The warm droplets had formed steam as I stood in the shower not moving a single muscle, as the scenes from last night replay in my head. But it was all the same scene replaying over and over again. It always started with Ashton and me arriving, then I lose him and head straight for the bar, then it goes blurry, and somehow I end up in my car driving home. I turned the shower knob slightly so the water would become hotter, as the water droplets hit my skin, my muscles begin to relax, and that part of the scene that was once blurry is becoming clearer. I start to think harder, but nothing came to me. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and wrapped my long light brown hair in a towel and then wrapped one tightly around my body.
I turn and look in to the mirror to see that someone had bit me on the neck, and had left a good handful of dark purple/red marks. They weren’t terribly high up, but more near the base of my neck, I throw on my bra and tank top that I had warn to be, and they were still there plain as day. I wrap the towel around my waist as I walk out of my bathroom, and walk back into my bedroom. I slowly open my bedroom door to make sure that I wasn’t going crazy about seeing someone in here earlier; I glace over at my bed and see a boy laying on top of it, and snoring quite loudly. I step in, in hopes that he doesn’t see me staring at him to see if I could make out that face that was lying on my pillows.
I look harder and see that it was Ashton; SHIT! Was Ashton the one that gave me all of these damn hickeys? That can’t be possible, at least I don’t think it could be possible, I mean, I don’t like Ashton in that way, I love him like a brother but then again he never really has told me anything about his feelings towards me. I had always thought that they were mutual, that we would never have to worry about this. But maybe I was wrong, shit I hope I’m not wrong. I walk over to my dresser and grab my black panties and then head to my closet and take off my tank top and grab my favourite Sleeping With Sirens t-shirt in hopes that it would hide all of those hideous hickey that are scattered all over the base of my neck. I pull the shirt over my head and run over to the mirror, luckily the necks seam my t-shirt covers a couple of them fully, but there are always those last three that aren’t covered what so ever. Then I pull the biggest pair of sweatpants that I own, well actually I don’t own them, they are Ashton’s but I put them on anyways, I always loved how big and baggie they were on me, they made me feel comfortable. Right as I pulled the towel off my waist I hear a loud moan, I’m assuming that came from Ashton, I turned around to see a shirtless Ashton standing up off of my bed, he was stretching, shit I hope he didn’t see me changing. OH MY GOD… If he did I honestly don’t know what I would do. I quickly throw on my painted and then slide on his sweatpants.
“S-ooooophie is that you?” he asked as I begin to turn around. I nodded at him and he began to laugh.
“THATT WASS THE BEST PARTYYYY EVERRRR!!” he shouts, I shush him immediately as my head began to pound even harder than before. I knew from the moment when he scrunched his face, realizing that he shouldn’t have shouted that. I laughed at his facial expressions that were plastered on his face. I knew that he had experienced about the same amount of pain as I did.
