Us First [A BoyInABand Fanfiction]

7. The Day After

Immediately after my eyes opened I just felt pain. Rolled over on my back stared at the ceiling. Wait, this isn't my ceiling. I sat up and looked around at the room. I was laying on a leather on ouch in the middle of a quaint living room. The was a brown coffee table with tissues, a small box TV, and a cat bed in the scene before me. Oh! The memories flooded back to my brain. The coffee, the shopping, the meeting, and the ... "date." I was at Dave's flat,but I-I can't remember how I got here. The last thing I remember from last night was being terribly drunk and falling out of my chair. Oh my god, I completely embarrassed my f*cking self. I knew I shouldn't have drunk, it's just bad luck.

Gathering my thoughts, I stand up and fix my clothes. I search around the room for my purse and don't find it anywhere. Sh*t, I probably left it in his car. Well, I had two options: one, I could just wait till he gets up and ask, or two, I could see if he left his keys in here. I didn't have my phone, so I picked the latter. Who knows how long it would take him to wake up? I took one step and thought, "Crap." My body was filled with pain. I bent over and clutched my stomach. Oh my f*cking god, I had a freaking hangover. I laid back down on the couch.

Still clutching my stomach, I pulled up the blanket and rolled over. Not only did I feel like I'm going to throw up, I had a splitting headache. Great. I heard a door creak open and I immediately rolled over and stood up. It was just Quistis peeking out from the bedroom door. Dang it, I had hoped it was Dave.

Well, I can't just sit and wait for him, I mean who knows how long it'll be? I clutch my stomach and waddle around the room. Oh god, where does he put his keys? I check his desk, the coffee table, the kitchen, everywhere except his bedroom. No, it would be mental to go into his room. Well... if I want to leave... I can't, I really can't, what would he think? But I really just want to go home.

Fine. I will just peek through the sliver of space Quistis made between the door and the frame.

Slowly, I creep out of the kitchen and through the living room to get to the door. I suck in a breath and hold it as I peek through the opening. The suddenly creeps open, then whack!

I fall to the ground and rub my head. I look down and see Dave also laying down. Quickly, I look away as I blush. I had clumsily fell on top of him. "S-sorry Dave." I could tell he was blushing, but what for? He definitely doesn't like me, and I was the blithering idiot that ran smack into the man. I decided not to think about it any further and continued to stand up. I brushed the non-existent dust of my dress and look up at him. "It's fine Y/N. It was probably my fault anyway." He scratched the back of his and looked as though he was in deep thought. It was awkward for a few moments before I broke the silence and said, "Uh, Dave, sorry to be a t-trouble, but my purse, I must've left it in your car. My keys are in the purse and I can't go into my flat without them." "Oh, yea. I'll go get them for you." He turned around and grabbed the keys to his car off a table in his room. Dave turned back to face me, gave me a quick smile, and then continued on his way to the car.

As soon as he left the room, I let out small laugh. Dave's morning hair was hilarious, but probably no better looking than mine. Suddenly, my stomach turned and I rushed to the bathroom. I quickly grabbed my hair in one hand and leaned over the toilet. Ow. I threw my inside up as quickly as I could and then closed the toilet lid and flushed it. Luckily, Dave wasn't back yet so he didn't see or hear a thing. I turned to the sink and looked at myself. I wash positively flushed and my lip was quivering. F*ck. I looked like a sick tragic mess. I threw some cold water against my face and then dabbed my face with a hand towel. Thankfully, I hadn't washed off all my makeup, well what little I had on from the day before.

Happy that I looked a bit better, I walked out of the bathroom. Dave walked through the door holding my small handbag. "Sorry it took me so long. There was a problem with the elevator, so I took the stairs." I nodded and asked a question that had been bothering me, "Where did you put the groceries?" "Oh! They are in the fridge. I think we should take them to your place now." "Well, I think you should brush your hair first." He laughed and said, "The same to you." I grabbed my purse from him and pulled out my compact with one of those tiny hairbrushes in it and started combing my hair. Dave walked past me and into his room. A moment later he came back with a hairbrush and started combing his hair. After a few minutes he said, "Now can we go?" "Sure!"

We headed into the kitchen and Dave opened up the fridge. He handed me 6 bags of the lighter things then grabbed the gallon of juice and two bags of cans. I looked down in the bags and saw that he hadn't checked what he put in the fridge. There paper towels in a bag that was in the fridge all night.

I carried the groceries to the door and waited for Dave to open it for me. We headed down the hall to my flat and I unlocked it and pushed the door open. Damn, I should've thought about this be fore I invited him over to my flat. Boxes were piled everywhere. My back pack was just thrown on the couch, and some of my stuff spilled out. The makeshift bed I had was an untidy mess with all my pillows strewn about. "Sorry about the mess, I didn't have much time to clean up my stuff." I apologized. I quickly slid a box out of my way with my foot and then walked into the kitchen.

I set my bags down on the counter and began to sort them. Dave set the juice in the fridge and continued to help me sort. Once I had gotten them into piles, I started putting them into the fridge. "Hey Y/N, where do you want me to put the cans?"Dave asked. I whirled around to show him and smacked him right in the mouth.. with my mouth! I had accidentally kissed him! F*ck! I tilted my head down in embarrassment and pointed to the cabinet.

We finished putting away groceries in silence. It was really awkward for about a minute until Dave silently left. I sighed with relief as soon as the door shut. After sitting there for a few moments, I decided to be productive and clean up my apartment and sort all my stuff.

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Yea, sorry it took me so long to publish this. (It's really long and crap so that took forever.) But other than that I had a small writer's block and have been really busy. Soooo, yea.

Peace

~Madeline 🙃

Word Count: 1292