The sun in my face is the first feeling I get until the headache sets in. I groan in frustration opening my eyes not fully but searching for a glass of water or anything else that would be worth opening them.
There's no nightstand to place a glass on. And between me and the ground is just a soft mattress. There are clothes scatterd in the whole room and the walls are coverd with some bandposters and there's a guitar leaning against an amp right in front of me. That's when I realize that I don't even have a guitar. And that I own a real bed. And a nightstand.
I open my eyes in shock but close them almost immediately because it's too bright. After I let them adjust to the brightness I slowly set upright. The pain in my head isn't leaving and I wipe my eyes to get rid of the heavy feeling only to see black marks of eyeliner on my hands.
I groan again and yawn loudly as I look to my right and for the first time this morning I notice that there's someone laying beside me. Not just someone but a guy with blue hair. I rub my eyes again, not caring about my makeup this time but it's definitely blue. He's laying on his stomach and snores softly. A blanket is wrapped losely around his lower body just above his waist.
I shield the sun with my hands to get a better view of the room and scan the room for sings that would tell me where I am and how I came here. A black dress and a bra are laying on the ground. But not only some dress. That's my dress and my bra. In this moment I realize that I'm totally naked. And from what I can see the blue-haired boy is naked aswell.
I quickly get up ignoring the heavy pain in my head and put on my bra. I see my panties laying right beside it. Putting them on as well I lift my dress from the ground. But since I'll never be able to zip it up without help I just slip on one black shirt from the ground that doesn't look too dirty and let my dress fall down again. I grab my purse that's dangling on the door-handle and some black sunglasses that were laying on a cassette player.
I take one last look at the boy still sleeping peacefully and notice for the first time what a beautiful kind of blue his hair is. Like the sky on a really sunny day but a bit deeper. Like the ocean but a bit brighter. It's like the colour of the point where the horizon fades into the ocean.
Afraid that I might wake him with my staring I carefully open the door and walk on my tiptoes out of the room and into the kitchen. I search for a clean glass in the mess of dishes in the sink and as I can't find a clean one, I just grab a bottle of water and set it on my lips. I let the cold liquid calm my throat and claer my head as I hear a deep voice from the door.
"I could wake up to this every morning." I turn around quickly to see who's talking. Leaning against the doorframe is a really tall boy with darkblonde hair and no shirt on. I immediately try to pull down my- his shirt a bit so it's resting now on my upper thigh.
"Nice shirt.", he said smirking at me and showing one deep dimple.
"Uhm, my dress is ripped and I didn't want to wake him..." I tried to reason my lack of clothes.
"No need to be careful. Mikey sleeps like a stone plus he probably has a hangover as well so he won't get up until 3pm.", the boy stadet and I noticed a black ring in his lip that he was playing with.
Shaking my head to focus on the conversation again. "Mikey?", I ask realizing that I don't even know with whom I spent the night.
"Yeah, it's Michaels shirt, I guess.", his eyes leave my body where they where focused on and he looks me straight in the eyes. I tug again at hi- Micheals shirt to cover myself a bit.
I look around the kitchen in search for a clock and as my eyes set on one at the oven I trip over my own feet. It's 2:30pm and I really don't want to face Michael right now. I stumble out of the room into the hallway. I had one foot in the door as the boy from the kitchen came up behind me with my pair of black chucks in his hand.
"Thanks..." I wait for him to tell me his name.
"I'm Luke.", he says.
I slip on my shoes and thank him "Well, thank you Luke, for this nice conversation and the shoes but I really have to go now." I half-shout the last words because I'm already out of the door when he says something that I can't really understand but I have bigger problems right now.
For example where the fuck I am.
