The Melody Of Us

In the bedroom

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Next day, when my poor face gets hit by a strong beam of sunlight, I internally curse myself for leaving the curtains of the window open. Again.

How thick can anyone get?

But as I stir around​ a little, I realise that I'm not sleeping on my bed. The base is way too different, and non-cushiony.

What?

Was I too drunk to not drag my body to the bed? Did I sleep on the floor?

Ugh, ew.

My eyes fly open, only to be rolled back into their sockets. My head hurts like a skeeter on the septic tank.

Why why why do I have to get drunk at every fucking party?! Why can't I resist the urge to spill alcohol inside my system?

As expected, the idiot within me groans. I slap my forehead rather too hard and regret momentarily.

"Are you being suicidal by slapping​ your forehead?" A dangerously familiar​ voice greets me.

I slowly open my eyes and turn to my right, only to be welcomed by a smiley face of none other than, Gabriel Stone.

To say that I had a major Goosebumps attack would be a terrible understatement.

I felt like someone had just dropped a bucket full of ice inside my clothes.

WHY THE HELL WAS I INSIDE GABRIEL STONE'S BEDROOM?!

I stand corrected, amigos.

WHY THE HELL WAS I SLEEPING ON GABRIEL STONE'S BED?!

Ya ya. You get that feeling and I'll award you with a thousand diamonds.

"Did you see a ghost?" He asks like an innocent kid and for a split second, I contemplate on pulling his cheeks.

"Why am I here?"

Yes, mates. I don't beat around the bush. And if I do that right now, I know I will be having a tough time making friends with my senses.

"Um, I carried you here..?"

I choke on my own spit.

"WHAT?!"

Honestly, if he tells me that he carried me all the way to his bedroom, in his arms, in front of a crowd, I will scream. Worse, I will be victim to a major cardiac arrest.

"Yeah. I mean, you pushed me in here." I gape at him. "You were way too drunk last night. I... When I left you in the garden, I don't know how and why but you followed me. And in front of Shelby, you literally dragged me towards my room. You fell down midway and then I had to carry you."

"You're lying."

I pray to the God Of Embarrassing Moments to let open the ground and engulf me as a whole.

"That's not it." He says rather too coolly. "You went all wild on me once we entered the bedroom."

I will cry.

I did not make a complete fool of myself in front of my crush.

No no no.

"You're a liar." I say, the tears pooled in my eyes threatening to let loose.

"Well, I can't deny that I got to see a really different face of you." He smirks and I break down.

I start crying like a baby, forgetting about the stampeding head ache haunting my well being.