8- I Regret It

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I woke up, a blanket covering up to my neck.

I quickly looked around.

From one look at the blanket, I knew I wasn't home.

It was a perfectly white blanket, with some whiter designs of flowers.

It laid perfectly on a white bed sheet.

I looked next to me, my right.

Nobody, but there was a wall.

I looked to my left,

Anthony.

Anthony was an angel asleep, lightly snoring.

My eyes widened.

I was either to wake him up, or leave without notice.

I didn't want anything bad, though.

But I do recall him drinking a few sips of alcohol.

But does that mean he was drunk?

I shook him. "Anthony?" I asked, shaking him a bit more.

"Anthony.." I said calmly.

"Anthony!" I got a bit louder, shaking him like a rollercoaster ride.

He groaned, turning back to see who was shaking him.

His eyes widened,

Then he smirked.

"Looks like dreams do come true,"

"Shut up!" I began to get out of his bed, but he stopped me.

"You can't stay a bit longer?"

"No!" I looked forward so I couldn't get guilt tripped.

"Please?"

"Don't you dare---"

"Pleeeeeeeaaaaasssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?"

"Anthony," I grumbled.

He inhaled. "Pllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssseeeeeeee?"

Darn.

He could hold a note for hours.

"Anthony really," I turned around.

Shoot.

Nope.

I regret that.

He had a pout planted on his face and his eyes sparkled.

"Please?" He begged once more, noticing I had looked at him.

I sighed. "Anthony really, I can't."

"Woah," someone laughed in-between their words.

"What happened here? You guys fell asleep together?"

"Don't even," Anthony said a bit angry. "You fell asleep on the couch after doing, 'something'." He winked.

"Well, at least I wasn't drunk."

"Neither was I," Anthony smiled.

The man grumbled.

"And at least I didn't do 'it' when so many people were watching."

"Anthony, shut up." I stepped in.

"Hah. Your girlfriend isn't on your side anymore, pun intended."

"She's not my girlfriend, at least not yet."

"So you had it with a complete stranger?"

"Your talking about yourself, Daveed."

"Actually, your getting all your information wrong!"

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