I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache. The memories from yesterday hit me and I looked around and I was in a room. I tried to get up but a force pulled me back down. I turned and I saw Mike sleeping and his arm around me. I turned to get out but every time he will just tighten his grip. I decided to shack him so wake him up.
"Mike wake up" I said. Nothing he just groaned. "Mike if you don't let me go I am going to pee myself" I said and then he let me go.
I walked to the bathroom and did my business and then I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh god I looked terrible and what sucks is that none of the guys in this house wear any kind of makeup. I am sorry Mike but I am going to have to use one of your towels. I grabbed his towel and a lotion that was around and took off my makeup. I looked bad without my makeup but I don't care I have a hungover. I looked down and my shit and it smelled like alcohol and my pants have a stain, great. My hair didn't look to bad so I just brushed it. I walked back to Mike's room and he was awake sitting in his bed.
"Good morning" he said.
"Morning" I said.
"God my head hurts" he said.
"Yeah mine does too" I said.
"Do you remember anything?" He asked.
"Just band stared to appear, me taking shots of shots and then I black out" I said.
"Just what I remember and I don't want to look at how trashed the house is" he said.
"It's going to be bad and um Mike can you let me borrow a shirt?" I asked.
"Sure and I bet you want some pants since yours look ruined" he said.
"Please" I said.
"Don't worry I'll see what I can find" he said.
"Thanks Mikey" I said.
"Stop it with the Mikey" he said.
"Why" I said.
"It's not something I am used to" he said.
"Ok then" I said.
"Um here how about these" he said.
"I'll try them on" I said.
I walked to the bathroom and Mike gave me a plain black shirt with black jeans. I tried on the jeans first and they fit me a bit big but they fit. I then put on the shirt and it was big on me but comfy so I did t mind. I looked down and I saw I didn't have my shoes on so I had to look for them. I got out and Mike was already dressed and I saw on his side table my phone. I put in on my back pocket and then looked for my shoes. I couldn't find them so they might be somewhere down stairs.
"Come on let's go look at the mess" Mike said.
"Oh god" I said.
Me and Mike walked out of his room and went downstairs. Once we hit the last step their were cups and confetti. How the fuck did confetti get in the house. I saw a knocked out Kellin on the couch and a knocked out Ronnie on the floor hugging a pillow. I saw Vinny so I woke him up and I couldn't find my shoes. I saw a knock out Vic on the kitchen table so I threw a pillow at him. He shot up and I laughed he got off the table and stood next to me.
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Vinny Mauro Is My Brother
FanfictionViolet Mauro was alone in the world. She had lost te parents and older brother in a car crash. When she found out she ran away from her town sad moved to Los Angeles. She was thirteen and in five years later she was eighteen and finds her long lost...