Floating (boyxboy)

Breakfast featuring a hangover -6-

Chapter six -Breakfast featuring a hangover-

I'm liar. I lied and told someone I would update days ago... I'm sorry. Will you accept my chapter...? Dedicated to Drummstixxs. Currently reading What My Girlfriend Doesn't Know, Trevor and Nathen are just: *squeals*

No song for this chapter yet.

Why is someone beating on a drum?

It took me a few seconds to realize that was actually my hangover. I slowly sat up. "Ugh," I groaned. I made a check list in my head.

No girl beside me √

Fully dressed √

In a bed √

Wallet with money still inside it √

Wait... why did this room look so familiar?  I looked over at the dresser. A carved box sat atop it. Was this Sebastian's room? If I was in Sebastian's room, I must've been laying in his bed. He wasn't in it though. I heard a slight rustle of movement and I looked down. A figure was sprawled out on the floor, their dark hair splayed over their face. Sebastian. When I looked at his face I felt something stir in the recesses of my mind. I didn't know what it was. I usually felt like this after I had a really good dream and I couldn't remember it. I mentally reached toward it, but I couldn't grasp it.

In my head I could feel something fading away, I couldn't even remember what it was. Oh, well, just a dream.

I strained to remember what happened the night before. I remembered getting to the party, I remembered meeting all those people. I talked to Cindy in the kitchen... the rest of it was a blur. I didn't even remember how I got to Sebastian's house. Did it really matter though? As long as I hadn't done anything crazy while I was intoxicated, everything was good.

I got out of the bed and tiptoed over to where Sebastian was sleeping peacefully. I squatted down and gently shook his shoulder. "Sebastian..." I whispered. He groaned and rubbed at his eyes. He blinked a few times before lightly grasping at my arm.

"Cameron?" His voice was husky and thick with sleep. For whatever reason, that sent a shiver down my spine. I ignored it.

"The one and only," I muttered. "Is it okay if I leave? I need to be home at decent time." I didn't want to get on my mother's bad side. Again.

He sat up and ran a hand through his complexly colored hair. There wasn't even a name for it. "Yes, yes. But if you want I can make you breakfast first...?" He trailed off.

"You don't have to, but you can if you want."

"I want to." With that said, he stood up and stretched. I jealously watched the muscles in his back ripple. Why couldn't I be built like that?

Pushing my petty thoughts away, I stood up and followed Sebastian out of the room. It must've been early because it was relatively quiet in the house. But we weren't alone, I realized. When we walked into the the kitchen, a very shirtless Noel offered a wave and a smirk. "Morning. Fancy seeing you here, Cam."

Sebastian gave him an annoyed look. "Can you go somewhere else?" I looked between the two of them. Noel was giving him a smug look and Sebastian looked somewhere between pissed and pleading. Was I missing something?

Noel shrugged. "I leave you deux amants to have a nice breakfast." He stood up and walked out of the kitchen, flashing Sebastian a smile as he left.

I sighed and hopped up on one of the counters. "It's times like these I really wish I could understand you guys. I'm starting to think French would have been more benificial to me instead Spanish." I grumbled as he cracked eggs. "What did he say?"