Crying Lightning

Fake Tales Of San Francisco

"Jasmine!!!!!!" Matt yelled through the flat.

I groaned, my eyes fluttered open and the light burned them. My head was pounding and I couldn't remember a thing after 11 o'clock last night. I sighed, another night hammered.

"What?" I replied, but my voice was so dry and he wouldn't have heard me.

I whipped my legs to the side of my bed. I attempted to stand but immediately fell back on my arse. Still a bit drunk then I guess.

I stood again and looked down at myself, I was wearing a shirt, and a shirt alone. Guess it was Matt's.  I glanced at the clock on my night stand. 12:30. I moaned. I still need sleep. I heard a rustling.

I spun around and in my bed lay a man, his identity was unrecognisable and I slapped myself in the forehead.

Fucking hell Jasmine, you little slut.

I swore to myself in my head. I left the mystery man in bed and slipped some pants on. I groaned, my clothes were all over the floor and his I'm guessing.

"Matt, there's a guy in my bed." I mumbled once I finally made it out of my bedroom.

"You what?!" He half yelled. I pushed his face from near me.

"Shush, make me coffee and get me and aspirin." He sighed and got at making me a coffee.

"So there's a guy in your bed, what did you wake up wearing?" He quizzed, he was basically my brother.

"A shirt, not even pants for fucks sake. I'm a drunken slut." I laughed at myself, he finished up my coffee and placed it in front of me, thank the lord for this creation. He shook his head at me in disapproval.

"Do you not remember a thing?"

"Not from 11 after...." I looked down into my coffee and popped the aspirin in my mouth.

"Silly girl, but I can't say much, you know I've done the same plenty of times." He chuckled and punched my shoulder gently.

"Whatever, can you make what-his-face a coffee as well? You're a life saver, I love you."

"Sure, babe, love you too." He kissed my forehead and I went to wake the bed guy up.

I swung the door open and sat on the bed, was this guy that I'm almost positive I slept with. He was sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, he had a mop of very dark brown hair that was currently sitting uncomfortably on top of his head. He had strong muscular arms and from what I could see, an impressive six pack.

I coughed a little to catch his attention and he looked up. My breath caught in my throat and I started having a coughing fit in the middle of my room. I fell to the floor and bent over choking on thin air. He raced over to me and started patting my back. I felt a small tingling sensation from the contact. I looked up, my eyes watering.

"Are you who I think you are?" I tried to say between coughs.

I looked deep into his chocolate brown eyes, they looked strained from the light, clearly hung over as well. He looked into mine and I wanted to explode, if this is who I think it is, I will have to suppress the major joy that will over come me. I will also have to suppress a giant scream that could possibly damage my lungs.

He looked at me with concern and I died a little inside, I was hoping it was and wasn't who I was certain it was.

"Well...." he said, a strong Sheffield accent confirming my thoughts. I bit down on my lip and held back the scream that was trying to escape, fan girling right now wouldn't do anyone any favours.

"I'm, Jasmine..." I said, I was still crouching on the ground and his hand was still burning through what is most likely his shirt.

 "Alex." he replied, sleep still evident in his voice.

"Would you like some coffee? Matt's already on it." I barely whispered. Nervous as fuck.

"That'd be great darlin'." He smiled back. I stood up.

"I don't remember a thing. But I'm guessing we...you know." I stood up and played with the hem of my shirt. His shirt.

He stood and scratched the back of his neck. His body now in full view. I think saliva gathered in my mouth. He nodded slowly and ran his hands through his hair. I nearly had another coughing fit.

"Um, yeah. Sorry about that." He hesitantly looked at me then at his feet. I laughed.

"It's fine, we were both clearly off our faces. Come on, let's get you that coffee and a well needed aspirin." I began to walk out when I heard the light patter of feet following behind me.

In the kitchen, Matt was leaning on the counter reading OK!.

"Matt, this is Alex. Alex," I turned to him, "This is Matt, my flatmate and best mate." I smiled at Alex then to Matt.

"Alright." Alex said to Matt and he nodded in response.

"Do sit down. Coffee's there, do you want any sugar or extra milk?" I asked, my heart beating violently against my chest.

"No this is fine tar." He replied politely.

"Okay, I'll just go and change. One minute." I scampered off to my room and quickly stripped the sheets off the bed, got changed and hunted for my phone. I had 6 missed calls and 15 texts from Bella.

-Where are you?

Did you get home safe last night?

-Hangover?

-Oi! Bitch!

-You took a fella home, how was he eh? ;)

etc.. I laughed. I brought up a new message and started typing.

-Hey, I don't remember shit about last night. I woke up with this guy in my bed. I have BIG news. I'll meet you later. You will shit yourself. Love you xx -

I hit send, slipped my phone in my sweats and applied the tiniest of make up. Hearing laughter, I went back to the kitchen to see Alex and Matt having a great conversation.  A smile broke out on my face, I guess Matt will not be punching him.

I walked passed and smiled at Alex, looking in a better condition than earlier, he smiled back. I flicked through the channels on TV and settled on FRIENDS re-runs. It was on an ad break so I decided to make myself another coffee, to be fair, my heart was pounding enough, I didn't really need coffee.

"Matt, make us another coffee will you love?" I shouted from the sofa, he scoffed.

"What did your last slave bloody die of?" He countered.

"He didn't die, I just amputated one of his balls when he was sleeping." I replied.

"Fuck you."

"You wish."

"You know." This was usual banter for us. I turned to look at Alex who was just moving his head back and forth watching it all play out.

"Well I did." Alex declared and I choked. Again. Matt ran over and patted my back whilst laughing his ass off.

I swotted at Matt and punched him in the stomach. He keeled over coughing.

"Bitch." I spat. Think that boxing comes in handy.

Alex was staring at me with shock, he just witnessed me nearly die and then punch my best friend in the stomach.

"Welcome to my home." I bowed and took a sip of my coffee, he cracked a smile and started chuckling. Matt was curled up on the floor clutching his stomach. "Dude, get up and deal with it. Although you should feel defeated, you look like an absolute twat right now."

He grunted at me and I waved it off.

I had a remarkable feeling that today would be fun.