Forever You and I (Lesbian Story - COMPLETED)

Chapter 21

Coley

What. A. Hangover.

I gently grumble at the massive pounding in my head. Never have I had a hangover this bad. I never really got a hangover before, I don't drink enough to get like this. This is the worst feeling.

And the worst part is, I don't remember a thingfrom last night. Literally the last thing I remember is going to the club with Cara, and meeting the bartender. I think her name was Lauren.

I stretch my arms out, flopping them back down on the bed. I frown when I feel the spot beside me. It's warm. I open my eyes, turning my head to my side. The covers are pulled back. Like someone was asleep with me.

Huh.

Also, oddly enough, I didn't have any Sonya dreams. I usually have them every night. I shrug it off as being the alcohol's fault.

I pull the covers off my body, and sit up, nearly throwing up at the motion. This is what death feels like.

I close my eyes, and swings my legs off the bed, planting them firmly on the ground. When I open my eyes back up, they fall on the glass of water and little white pills sitting on my bedside table.

What the fuck?

I take the pills and the glass of water, downing them both. I'm so confused right now, but I honestly don't really care because my head hurts so much. I moan out loud, heaving myself off the bed. My hair feels like it's disastrous and I get a chill on my bare body. Wait.

Hold up.

WHY AM I NAKED?

Oh my god. Oh my fucking shit. What happened last night?

I quickly look around, and see my clothes from last night sprawled over the floor. I quickly go to my dresser and pull out some sweatpants and a sweater. I comb my hair with my fingers, and head out my bedroom. The first thing I smell is coffee. Someone is here.

Maybe it's Cara. Maybe she's the one that slept over. But wait, why was I naked then?! Oh my god, now I really don't want it to be her.

I slowly make my way into the living room, and stop in my tracks when I see a familiar dark haired girl sitting on my couch, a cute bun on top of her head.

Lauren.

She's also wearing some of my clothes, to which I find kind of awesome. All of a sudden, as if the locked doors of my mind swing open, everything about last night returns to me.

The drinking. The dancing. The cab ride.

The sex.

"Oh my God, we had sex," I say out loud.

Lauren turns to me quickly, startled, then laughs. "Well good morning to you too, sleepy head."

I pad my way over to her, flopping down on the couch, wincing at the sudden motion. My head is too sensitive for this. Lauren is watching Netflix, although I have no idea what she has on. She's holding her cup of coffee in one hand, petting Willow with the other, who's sprawled out on top of her lap. When Willow notices I'm here, she meows, and comes over to me.

I clear my throat, looking at Lauren, who's staring back at me amused. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to say that out loud. I just couldn't remember anything about last night until just now."

She smiles at me. "All good. I'm sorry for making myself at home. I just didn't want to wear clothes from last night, or leave before you could wake up. That's kind of rude."

I nod at her, giving her a smile back. "That's okay. Thanks for the water and the Advil. You didn't have to stay."

She's about to object, but I stop her. "But I'm glad you did."