Not Everyone Gets Prince Charming (Escape the Fate & Falling in Reverse FanFic)

5. Morning After

Laura's POV:

I woke up to a loud crash downstairs. My head was already on fire, so I was immediately annoyed. I rolled my eyes before I thought 'Wait. I'm supposed to be alone.' I panicked a bit more when I noticed I was only in my underwear. And there was a pair of black skinny jeans on the floor next to my bed. And they weren't mine. I tried to recall what happened last night but for the life of me I couldn't. Oh. My. God. I stared at my reflection and shit a brick.

I had not one, not two, but THREE dark purple hickeys. I panicked. I ran to my closet and threw on some shorts and a hoodie, not bothering to wash my face or fix my hair before jogging downstairs.

I died.

My house was trashed, and there were three figures curled up on my floor. I rolled my eyes and walked to the kitchen, where I found Max kneeling and picking up shattered glass. Wait, then who the fuck is in my living room?

"Max, what the fuck is going on?" I asked, leaning against my counter. He jumped up, with wide eyes. I giggled at him.

"Oh hey McFaullen. I was attempting to cook, and shattered a plate," he answered, throwing away the last of the glass shards.

"Explains the crash. But why are you in my house, who else is in it, where did these hickeys come from, and why is there a pair of male jeans on my floor?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Didn't feel comfortable driving all the way to mine, Ronnie, Matt, and Saskia are here, Ronnie gave you those, and those are his pants," he answered. I went wide eyed.

"Why is Saskia here, and what did Ronnie and I do last night?" I asked, feeling panic rise.

"She was supposed to stay the night at mine, and I forgot. I couldn't cancel, but I couldn't leave Matt and Ronnie. And I have no idea, ask him," he shrugged and turned back to the stove. I rolled my eyes. I'm pissed he invited her over without asking. Dick. I walked into the living room and saw Ronnie awake, and sitting up. He was only wearing boxers, so those pants really are his.

"Hey," he greeted with a wide smile. I just nodded.

"Can I talk to you? Upstairs?" I asked. He nodded and stood, following me to my room. Once we were sat on my bed I looked at him

"What happened last night? I remember dancing, and the one hickey, but nothing else," I said

"You honestly don't remember?" He asked, looking hurt. I felt horrible.

"I really don't," I shook my head and he sighed.

"We came back here, Saskia showed up and was all over Max. Matt was already asleep, and we went up here while they-" I cut him off

"They had sex in my living room?!" I screamed, Ronnie nodded, looking scared. I growled, but motioned for him to continue.

"I was on the floor, but you insisted we cuddled. I agreed, and Uhm..." he trailed off

"What happened Ronnie?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"We cuddled, but you said it was hot, and stripped down. I tried to look away but," he shrugged and continued, "you cuddled up to me again, but complained my pants were scratching you. SoI took them off, next thing I know you're straddling me and raping my neck." He laughed a bit, pulling his hair away and displaying some hickeys. I gasped and blushed deep red. "We started making out, and I gave you a few too," he said pointing to mine. I nodded

"That's it?" I asked. He nodded, and I felt totally relieved. "Thank god!" I laughed, he scoffed

"You'd be fucking ecstatic to hook up with allllllllll ah dis," he said, rolling his body back. I just rolled my eyes. He was a little right though, shhhh.