W.D.Y.W.F.M. (Jesse Rutherford Fanfic)

Chapter 4

A/N: You guys are amazing! I just want to apolagize for updating late and for the heavy swearing that I realized was a little too much in the past chapters. I guess it's just helps me express the character. Anyways, here's a sort one. The next chapter will be up hopefully tomorrow! Kisses, xx

Sky’s POV

Meow.

What the heck is a cat doing in my bed? Is this even my bed? My sheets never smelled this good…

Opening my eyes, I meet a blurred vision of a huge black fur ball crawling on top of my head. Trying to get it off, I realize that my face is covered by a strange fabric, which comes out to be a cat eared lace mask.

Ew, what kind of weird masquerade party did I get involved in?

Ouch. No kitty-cat, please don’t put your fur in my nose and your claws on my skin. No, please pussy, go away.

I forcefully push it down the bed, just to be hear a sleepy moan by my other side. That’s definitely human.

Dreading the worst, I slowly turn around to be greeted by the soft features of a peacefully sleeping kid. Or more like a baby-faced guy. Aw, he’s cute.  

Little snores escape his half-opened lips, as his chest rises and lowers steadily at each breath. His white shirt lets me peak through to see his toned skin and prominent collar bones. Even through my bare legs are shivering, the radiating hotness of his body makes me melt. Ugh.

One of his arms is lazily draped over my neck, his fingers tangled in my platinum hair, which must be an incredible mess. I can see, from my minimal eye sight, some sort of tattoos going down his arm, toward his writs. Even though he seems familiar, I can’t put a name to his face.

I must say I’m surprised. His type usually goes for brunettes, not the fucked up heroin chick. Well, anyways, this must have been just a one night stand. It makes me somewhat pissed to know the fact that I don’t even remember anything from last night. I bet someone got me drunk.

So I should get going. Nobody wants to see a ‘drunk mistake’ in the morning.

I should be finding a strategy to get out of here unrecognizably. Still, I give myself a minute more, just to stare at the harmonious features of the unknown sleeping guy by my side.

Ummmm. Messy brown hair, full lips, cute chin…

He also has a nice nose piercing. It matches with Jesse’s.

Wait what?

Fuck.

This is Zach. As in Jesse’s mate, Zach. As in Jesse the fucking annoying tattooed asshole. Shit. I completely forgot about him and his band.

Tell me I did not just have sex with this lunatic. This can’t be happening.

Wait a second. I still have clothes on… But they’re not even my clothes! I never owned this sort of black leotard thingy. It’s way too itchy and body-fitting. I must have exchanged clothes with someone, which means that I have gotten naked at some point. Shit…

Ok. Calm down. Try to remember.

I was opening for the Neighbourhood. After the show they invited me to go chill with them. Jesse drove me over, but not without being a fucking perv by peeking through my shirt. That is pretty much an unnecessary detail, but anyways.

After that, the only thing I remember were somebody’s hands on my hips, the word ‘Know’ tattooed on one of his knuckles, as he pulled me down to sit on his lap. The rest is completely black. I probably let myself go, and these people gave me to drink and pushed me in bed with this complete douchebag that I don’t even know. Talking about trusting strangers. I am so never doing this mistake again.