Thump, thump. Thump.
My eyes opened and that's when the thumping in my head got worse. I was in someone else's bed, my phone charged on the bedside table and an aspirin next to it with a glass of water. Well shit, I've got one hell of a hangover. Already knowing how to handle a hangover, I say up slowly and that's when I had 25 texts and a call from mom. Holy shit. I'm dead. I quickly pulled my phone from the charger and swiped on the notification that said my mom had called. The phone started ringing and on the first ring, mom picked up.
"Hey, Mom." I said, my morning voice deep. I ran a hand through my hair, prepping myself for when she would yell at me.
"Oh my god! I was worried about you because you wouldn't pick up! You need to be home in 30 minutes or you're grounded!" she exclaimed.
"Alright I'm on the way." I answered.
Out of anger, she hung up, leaving the phone beeping in my ear and then flashing to the lockscreen.
"Shit." I whispered to myself. The clock on the bedside table read 10:30 with a solid red. I chugged the water and the pill and looked at who texted me 25 times. Who needed to text me 25 times? I looked and it said 22 were in a group chat Mikey, Ash and Luke threw me into. The other 3 were from Mikey and he texted me that he had already left. I must've been out cold, and then I remembered that I was shitfaced. While I was planning my escape, my phone vibrated in my hands. I looked down and it was Eve, texting me if I was ready to go. I quickly pulled on my pants and then scrambled around the room, wondering where my shirt was at.
I ran down the stairs after throwing open the guest bedroom door as my belt buckle jingled since I didn't close it. Too distracted, I didn't even notice that Mikey was still there and didn't leave like he had told me.
"Dude, where's your shirt?" He asked me.
I looked down and saw my bare chest. "Fuck. I don't know. I don't know where any of my clothes are, I was lucky I found my pants. I don't even know what happened last night." I answered.
"I don't either." Mikey replied as he shoved some random sleeping girl's head off his lap. She stayed sound asleep even after the hard shove. I raised an eyebrow at him as he shrugged his shoulders in reply. "My head is killing me."
"I need to find my clothes and then make sure I look somewhat presentable. Have you seen my-" Right as I was turning around and skimming the living room floor for a small black pair of Vans, I saw Eve right behind me, shoes in hand.
"Looking for these?" She asked.
"Yeah. I was. Where were they?" I questioned.
"Right by my feet. I was walking down the stairs and saw them at the end."
Eve walked towards me and handed the pair to me. I nodded in thanks and then continued my search for my shirt while Eve and Michael were making small talk.
"Nice shirt," I heard Eve say and then Michael snorted. I looked down and then tried to stop the blood rushing to my face. I turned red anyway, which caused Eve to smirk.
"Do you need help?" she asked me sweetly, still wanting to laugh at my blush. Eve didn't even wait for an answer, she started looking.
"Yes please." I admitted. Right as I started looking, I felt soft fabric hit my face and heard Mikey and Eve laugh.
"Thanks guys." I said.
"You're welcome." Eve giggled.
"What did you do, strip on the way to bed?" Mikey asked me.