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Seventeen - Happy Unbirthday

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I wake up in my own bed, wrapped in several blankets. The curtains have been pulled closed and a fan is lightly blowing in my direction. I try to sit up, but the world spins around me and I fall back against the pillow.

There is a steaming cup of hot coffee on my night table and I laugh at the swirly pink straw in it. My chest aches with every breath, my lungs trying their best to expand.

I can hear the shower running in my bathroom and I quickly guess that it's either Jake or Ana. I'm sure that Jake never left the house, he would want to stay until he was one hundred percent sure that I was okay. I don't even know if Ana was made aware of what happened to me last night. She has probably blown my phone up with millions of texts telling me about what happened to her at the party, or she's asking where the hell I am since she was supposed to drive me home.

I can smell bacon and eggs downstairs. Mom isn't very big on cooking, but she always makes a ton of sweets when she's stressed. I bet when I go downstairs, there is going to be four baskets of muffins and three tins of brownies. Dad usually drinks when he's nervous, so he's most likely passed out in his armchair with Family Guy playing on TV.

I try to sit up again, this time there's more luck. I very carefully take the cup of coffee off of the nightstand and hold it in my hands. I suck on the straw, savoring the bitterness of hazelnut.

The shower shuts off and I look up at the bathroom door. It opens and Jake emerges with a towel around his waist.

"Hey! You're up!" He practically jumps onto the bed next to me, not bothering to worry about the fact that his towel is sliding down his hips and his V muscles are very prominent. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay," I answer, my voice sounding foreign to me. It's scratchy in my throat and croaky on the way out. "A little sore and dizzy, but okay."

Jake smiles, liking my answer.

"Everybody is downstairs making breakfast," Jake explains. "Are you hungry?"

I nod, still sipping my coffee.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go get dressed, and then we can go." He hurries off into the bathroom, the towel falling just a tad more so I can see the top of his butt crack.

"I can see your ass!" I shriek, covering my face with my hand.

Jake emerges from the bathroom moments later wearing dark blue jeans and one of my dad's button up flannels. He walks over to my side of the bed and grabs my coffee and sets it back onto the nightstand. He takes my hands, being careful of the bruises, and lifts me out of the bed. My whole body screams at the sudden movement, but the pain subsides quickly.

Jake notices me wince and he sighs.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"It's fine," I answer. As I look down, I realize that I've been changed into a Pink Floyd band tee and my comfy booty shorts with 'Yummm' embroidered onto the butt.

"Don't worry, Ana changed you." He explains. I noticeably sigh in relief.

Jake leads me to the stairwell, holding my hands to keep me from falling down. Every step hurts and every breath aches, but I manage to make my way into the kitchen without hurling, so that's a plus.

What I see makes me immediately smile. Ana is at the stove, making the eggs and bacon. Her mom is helping my mom put blue frosting on a batch of cupcakes. Chuck and my dad are talking about football at the kitchen table, arguing about which team is better, the Patriots or the Cowboys.