Loving #199

Hangover Harley/ Pastranacakes

The next morning, I didn't remember anything. All I knew was I had a splitting headache, there were two Advil on my bedside table with a glass of water that looked half drank, and I was in my room at Uncle Ken's house. I stretched out under my covers, still not being able to see very well, I bumped my arm into something warm. I realized there was an echo of breathing different from mine. My heart sunk. Did I get THAT wasted last night?! I slowly turned my head thinking to myself, please don't be Ryan, please don't be Ryan in my bed with no clothes on, but when I looked, I saw auburn/brownish curls on my pillow, and what I could make out of a redbull shirt. I couldn't see his face, but he looked so comfortable I didn't wanna wake him. What bothered me more was, I'd never ever seen him before! I snuck out of bed to go to my bathroom quietly, I didn't want to wake up the mystery guy, although I did want to know who he was, but I was also scared to find out! I finished in the bathroom and crept out, silently and stealthily, noticing that his time, he had rolled over and I could see his face. I tip toed closer and closer, reaching my side of the bed. He looks familiar, who does he look like, I can't put my finger on it... I gasped, I know who it is! Travis freaking Pastrana is NOT sleeping in my bed right now this is a dream. I slapped myself in the face, nope this isn't a dream. I got into bed silently and pretended to be asleep. Shortly afterward, he started moving around, I heard him get up and creep to the bathroom the same way I did. I rolled over super fast and ran my hands through my hair smiling. Then I thought again, oh my god. Did I have a slutty one night stand with Travis Pastrana?!? My stomach dropped. Oh god. No. No this isn't happening, how come I didn't remember anything? I heard the toilet flush and I automatically acted like id been woken up by it. I began rubbing my eyes and stretching as he crawled into bed,

"Goodmorning." Travis said quietly. I jumped, then looked at him confused,

"You-you. You're, you're Travis Pastrana?" I said. I'm playing this off so well so it's not awkward.

"MmM, last time I checked. How do you feel?" He said.

"You-you're in my bed. With. Me. Why? How?" I asked him. This time I wasn't faking, I really had no idea.

"Well, I wish I had an answer too. I WAS on the floor, but, I ended up in your bed." He stated.

"Oh my god!" I whispered loudly. He looked at me like something was wrong with me.

"Did we have sex?!" I asked low.

"Oh no no no! You got really really drunk last night and I kept you from rearranging your face on the stair case, then I carried you to your bed because you passed out in my arms. You woke up, got sick, so I brought you Advil and water. Then you were trying to get dressed and kept falling over, so I helped you, then put you to bed and your uncle came in and asked me to babysit you so you didn't hurt yourself." Travis explained.

I was so embarrassed! By this point we were sitting up infront of eachother, still in bed. I put my head in my hands,

"Oh my god I did that?!?" I asked unbelieving.

"Hey now, we can't be accountable for the things we do when we are THAT drunk, Harley." He said with a hand on my shoulder. My head shot up,

"You know my name?!" I said, dumbfounded.

"Yeah we just met last night." He answered.

"Oh my god I'm never drinking AGAIN!" I said beyond embarrassed. I got up and went to grab my bag,

"I'm gonna hop in the shower and try to gather my psyche, if you don't mind." I stated with red cheeks.

He chuckled at me,

"No, go ahead I'll be downstairs."

Before he walked out of the room,

"Hey!" I called to him from the bathroom doorway across the room. He turned around quickly,