Hoodie (1)

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Waking up undressed in your best friends bed is not ideal. Especially with a big pain in my lower back. My eyes traveled to the snoring body to my right.

"Shit" I muttered as I watched Masky's bare chest moved as hell breathed. All I remember from last night is drinking with everyone and playing truth or dare. Hearing Masky shift made me realize I needed to go. This could ruin our friendship and I couldn't have that.

Silently I stood and tried to move around. The pain wasn't too bad luckily, my body was still screaming as I look for all my clothes.

Boxers on the lamp, jeans on the floor, shirt had been destroyed and was in a few different places. Seeing the ruined shirt I just looked for my hoodie, quickly dressing myself.

"Mm.." Masky groaned softly as he started to wake up.

I rushed to the door after grabbing my mask and shoes first. "Thank god," I mumbled walking to my room.

"You look like shit Brian," BEN smirked from his doorway. "S-shut up BEN." I went to step into my room. " I heard everything last night, didn't get drunk, so everyone who had sex, I heard. Seems like you're limping" he smirks, " Don't worry I won't tell."

I closed my door and frowned as he chuckled at me. Tears started to fall as I slid to the ground. "This is f-fucked up-p..." I mumble before laying on the bed and started crying softly.

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