Didn't your mother tell you it's rude to stare?

of jackhammers and doubts

"It seems I have something you have lost."

I'm not sure if this was a dream but I was hearing things around me, a distinctly male voice floated to my ears, but my eyes feel so heavy and refuses to open. I felt so tired but comfortably cocooned in warm soft sheets. Moving wasn't really an option at this point

"She's fine. Sleeping off the alcohol. Pretty sure she'll have a nasty hangover when she gets up." the male voice said.

"Hmmm...so lovely.." I murmured against the soft silken cloth on my cheek.

silence. closing footsteps. soft laughter. a soft caress across my jaw.

"You, my friend, certainly owe me a story to tell. She is absolutely adorable and bears a great deal of a resemblance to a certain girl we once knew."

the male voice melted away back into the darkness. Perhaps it was a dream.

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I was awakened by two male voices talking. Voices that were like jackhammers against my skull.

"I found her walking..well, not so much walking but flat on her butt, alone in the woods out back." the first voice full of mirth. "drunk as a skunk, If I might add."

"How did you know she's mi-- to call me?" a different agitated male voice answered. This one sounded a lot like Matt.

The other guy laughed.

"She kept apologizing and calling your name, my friend. Seeing as that your property is the only one next to ours, I deduced that she was probably a guest of yours."

"Why didn't you bring here up to my house then!" His voice raised by an octave, equally bashed my head in.

"Well, I was not about to just drop a drunk girl at your doorstep! Besides, my place was nearer." The other voice retaliated.

"Please... be quiet!" I called out and buried my head further into the pillow.

I heard shuffling of feet. "Babe..."

I quickly opened my eyes. "Matt!" I tried to sit up, but he quickly pushed me back into bed.

"Easy, you have a killer hangover." He was crouching next to the bed and brushing my hair back.

My throat felt so dry. "Where am I?" I looked around, trying to register the beige colored walls.

"You are in my home." I followed the sound of the voice and found the Adonis from my ill-planned adventure standing on the foot of my bed. "Brandon Sheffield. Just in case you forgot."

I gave him a slight not before I dragged my eyes back to Matt. His soft brown locks were disheveled as if he kept on running and tugging his hands through it. His eyes were red rimmed and  bursting with remorse. I felt a stab in the center of my chest and began to sob. "Oh Matt, I'm sorry... " I buried my face into the pillows and I felt Matt caress my back.

"And that's my cue to leave." Brandon interrupted and started to step back. " Listen, stay here for the night or whatever, I'll be downstairs if you need me." He shoved one hand in his pocket and motioned with his other hand before making a hasty exit.