I Guess This Is Growing Up

better?

I woke up with my head on Alex's chest, in his bed, tangled in sheets.

He's so warm...

It feela like I just got punched in the gut, but not quite. It's going up. Up. Up- oh shit!

I quickly pulled myself out of his arms, and ran to the bathroom, before puking.

I puked for about two minutes, before collapsing on the floor as the door opened.

.......

He's not like having a medical emergency, is he?

Ring, ring

"Hello?" Matty answered.
"H-hey. Look. Jack, the guy you met last night, well he drank a lot. This morning he was puking for a while and then collapsed on the floor. Should I be too concerned?"

"This, Alex, is why you should've taken my brownies! Plus they help with hangovers!" He emphasized.

"Matty. Do you think he's having a medical emergency or not?"

"He's alright. Just take care of him. Alcohol on an empty stomach is a terrible idea, so feed your husband. Bye dude." He hung up.

I guess that's a relief...

......

What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Owe. My head. My stomach. Why's it so bright?

I whined loudly. Noooooooo.

A soft hand ran through my hair. "Hey, Jack." Alex cooed.
"h-hey,"
Why's he being so lovey? I don't really mind, but it's a little bit odd. I haven't been all lovey on him.

Did I do anything while I was drunk? No, just Blink-182 dancing, and that guy at the door.

Wait why is that all that I remember?

"Whatever I did while drunk, I'm sorry."

Alex chuckled softly. "It wasn't that bad."

I groaned again.

I had about half of my body on top of Alex, with my arms around him like a teddy bear. We're on his bed. My head is in the croock of his neck.

"Are you comfy?" I whispered against his neck, giving him goosebumps.

I can give him goosebumps that easily? Hm...

"Yeah. You're fine." He mumbled.

"Can we stay here all day?"

"I gotta go to work later..."

"Will I be here all by myself?"

"Yeah.. And I expect you to fucking behave yourself, okay?"

"Or else?" I challenged him. I sat up, and moved around so I'm innocently straddling him.

"J-jack-" He gave me wide eyes.

"Or else what?" I repeated.

He regained his composure. "You'd have to find out."

"No." I crossed my arms. "That's not good enough for me."

"Fine. I'll take all those sex toys I know are in your bag, and I'll take them all away until you earn them back. Is that good enough?" He smirked up at me.

"Yeah." I whispered. "I'll be good."

He smirked.

This should be fun.