Falling For A Murderer (BoyxBoy)

Hangovers, Headaches and Horrible Mistakes

Jason's P.O.V

I wake up to something digging into my shoulder blades across my back. I don't bother to look to see what it is, safely assuming it's Sam's arm.

Someone moves next to me, and I instinctively move closer to the warm body, as I do most mornings when I lay beside my boyfriend.

"Fuck. My head." The person next to me groans. My eyes shoot open when I don't recognise the deeper and rougher voice, unlike Sam's soft one which I am so used to.

I sit up and look around. I'm lying on a staircase at a house I don't remember, next to someone I don't know. From where I sit, I can see three doorways, one to a dining room, where the remnants of a beer pong game sits in the table, one to a lounge, where a make shift dance floor is set up, and the third to a kitchen, where I can see a few glass shards sitting among a yellowish liquid.

I grab hold of the hand rail to steady myself as I stand, my head spinning.

"Help me up, will you?" The mystery person asks. I look down at them, but offer a hand anyway. "Cheers dude." I pull them up and the two of us venture to the kitchen, stepping over the shards.

"Sorry, who are you?" I ask, looking at them. "I don't think I've seen you before."

"Name's Simon." He holds out his hand.

"Jason." I take his hand, shaking it. My hand falls back limply to my side. Kyle walks into the room through a side door that I hadn't noticed.

"Jason? I thought you went home with your brother." Kyle enquires, cocking his head slightly and giving me a strange look.

"They left me here?" Kyle only shrugs a reply.

"I'd better clean up that glass." He announces after a while, not wanting silence to hang in the air.

"Why's it there?" Simon speaks up.

"That Sam kid that came with Jason dropped it. He was so mad." Kyle smiles, shaking his head slightly. "Think he likes you or something."

"What?" Is my only reply.

"He came in here for a drink and then he saw you two snogging it out on the stairs. He was so pissed. Kinda weird. Like he was your boyfriend or something." He laughed.

"Sam is my boyfriend." I spoke quietly.

"Oh." Was all he replied.

"Why can't I remember anything from last night? How much did I drink?"

"Well, you didn't drink that much..."

"There's a but."

"Someone spiked your drink. You probably blacked out." I groaned, and hit my head on the wall.

"So, I got high unwillingly and kissed that guy." I pointed to Simon.

"Actually, I think it was more me who kissed you." He muttered.

"That really helps my case." I turn to Kyle. "What else did I do?"

"I don't fucking know. Ask your boyfriend. If he's still talking to you."

I exhale loudly in regret. "I don't think he's going to after what apparently happened." I paused. "I should probably get home." If I could at least attempt to talk to Sam, then I'd feel better.

"Need a lift?"

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I got out the car before it had fully stopped, waving a hand to Kyle in thanks as I hurried inside my house. I threw open the door, slamming it shut in my rush. I sprint up the stairs, almost falling and using my hands on the stairs to propel myself forwards quicker. I stumble at the top, and fling my door opening, a hopeful smile on my face as I expected Sam to be there.