Waking Up (CaptainSparklez Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

You work to the sound of light clicking and typing. Taking a deep breath, you think about how much of a commitment this will be. Classes are getting harder, but you don't mind. Half the fun of taking these classes is the challenge. The other half? That man who sits two seats over. The way he his eyes twinkle when he is interested in something. The way his lips curl up when he finds something funny. The way his chest beats up and down to his heartbeat. You find yourself daydreaming over him once again, and decide to get back to work on your computer before you fall behind.

Lights.

That is all I remember from last night. Lots of lights. And loud music.

I pull up my blankets closer to my chest. I can barely remember last night. It must have been a wild party. But I am glad to be back home now.

I don't want to open my eyes, but I know if I don't get up now I probably never will. I roll over to where side table is to grab my glasses, but something large blocks my way. I open my eyes to see a man inside my bed. I take that back, I'm in his bed.

Holy shit.

What the hell happened? I frantically check to make sure I am clothed. I have on underwear and an oversized black shirt. Good girl, Taylor. You didn't drunkenly do anything with that guy. Then I slowly get out of the bed, being careful not to wake the guy next to me. As I finished getting out, I look down at him. He is actually really hot. His facial features are amazing. His nose, to his eyebrows, just everything. And those abs...

I snap out of it and waddle over to where I assume his bathroom is. I quickly realize that I am hungover, really bad. I fall onto his floor with a loud "thump". He wakes up and violently jumps out of his bed to check what made the noise.

"Oh my fricken god. Who the hell are you?" He yells. Frightened, I reply quickly and quietly.

"Taylor, and who are you exactly?" I ask.

"A very upset person who wants you to get the hell out of my home!" He furiously points to the door.

"Can I just ask one thing though?" I beg.

"I'm calling the cops." He mutters and runs towards his cell phone.

"Please don't! I'm just as confused as you are! Can we just talk this out!" I plead. After a few rings of the phone, he hangs up his cell.

He leads me to his living room, and with a couple trips here and there, I manage to make it to his couch. He must have not gotten too drunk because he seems pretty sober.

"How did you get into my condo?" He demands me to answer.

"Well I would assume you drunkenly let me in, because I woke up in your bed with you this morning." I told him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a minute of peace, he asks me another question.

"If I was drunk, why would you have come?"

"Well I can't remember anything about last night either, so I assume I was drunk, too." I reply sullenly.

"Well, because you are not capable of leaving yet, I guess you have to stay until you are physically capable of walking, okay? And I'm Jordan by the way." He shakes my hand. I remember learning in school people with firm handshakes are always the most respectful, and this Jordan guy had a pretty nice handshake. If it weren't for all the "waking up in his bed during a hangover" thing, I think we could have been friends.

"I guess I should properly introduce myself too. I'm Taylor." I tell him. He gives me a slight smile back. I try to give him a smile, but I probably look like I'm stretching an awful Halloween mask because of my makeup I apparently didn't clean up last night before I went to sleep with this Jordan guy.

Jordan's POV

I pace back and forth in my kitchen. Did I really just invite a girl to my house for the night? I have a girlfriend. How am I going to explain it to Kate? How could I have been so foolish?

The girl was actually really hot. She had brown hair, green eyes, and perfectly fit. And that cleavage...

But she is just another girl who is probably trying to get on with every guy she meets. She although she is pretty, she looks fake.

She just sat there on my floor of my living room like this was big deal. No, it's not like she just woke up in bed with some total stranger. Nah. No biggie. Not for her at least.

I go and make breakfast while she sits on my floor. When I bring the cheerios to the breakfast bar, she doesn't even budge.

"Do you want some food? It's the least I could do for bringing you to my place while we were both drunk." I offer. She sighs then stands up.

"You've never had this happen before, have you?" She says, then sits where I placed the cereal.

"What do you mean?" I reply. She rolls her eyes.

"You know, waking up with a total stranger." She says like it was obvious.

"And you have?" I ask in disbelief. She sighs.

"Of course not." She mutters so I can barely hear her. She doesn't speak for the rest of the meal.

Hours later, she sits on my couch staring out into the city. She still hasn't said anything since breakfast.

"Do you need anything?" I ask her. She shakes her head and mutters something.

"Excuse me?" I ask. She shakes her head again.

"Nothing, I need nothing."

"Do you think you are able to leave now? I mean, not to be rude, but I have my girlfriend coming over."  I tell her.

"I don't have my car or my phone, so sucks for you I guess." She replies and shrugs her shoulders. She still hasn't looked away from the wall.

"Well, do you have any clothes?" I ask.

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you brought me home." She tells me.

"Okay then." I mutter. I stand up and call Kate, my girlfriend for three years. She picks up immediately.

"Hey Jordan." She says cheerfully. Her voice brings a smile upon my face. But it quickly fades away when I realize I have to tell Kate about Taylor.

"Kate, I made a huge mistake. I don't know if you would even want to stay with me any longer after this." I tell her sullenly.

"Jordan, I highly doubt you would do anything that would want me to break up with you." She replies back.

"Maybe." I mutter.

"Well I guess I will see you later then." She replies.

"Um, could you bring some extra clothes with you? Some you may not want to have back." I ask her quickly before she hangs up the phone. She is silent for a moment, then responds.

"Um, sure, can I ask why?"

"I'll tell you later. But just remember the clothes." I tell her.

"Okay then, see you later I guess." She replies then hangs up. I look over at Taylor who is still staring out the window. I have no idea how Kate will react when she meets Taylor.

You can't kill me now because I finally posted the first chapter so HA! This story is going to be so stupid oh my goodness I don't even know why people want to read it seriously. And if you don't already follow me on instagram @stickynotesquote because... because.... just because. Welp, that's all!

-VintageZebra