Crown-less Kings

King Charming

I snuggle into the pillows and comforter more, sighing lightly in content. I guess my bed gets more comfortable the more hungover I am. And damn, they smell good. 

That makes me open my eyes, regrettably. I blink, the light hurting my already pounding head. I must be facing a window, the brightness flowing interrupted into my eyes. But I need to open my eyes. Somethings wrong.

I force my eyes open and realize my bed is more comfortable and better smelling. It's not mine. Wrapped up in dark sheets, I stare at navy blue walls with various music memorabilia covering it.

Rey.

I swallow, scared to move. Now I'm overly aware of the dent in the bed. My eyes are wide, my breathing stopped. Fuck. What do I do? I still feel all my clothes on, thank the fucking lord. Remind me to thank every form of Jesus in the world. 

But that doesn't help my case. Laying in my straight hot neighbor's is very troublesome, interestingly enough. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing the memories of last night to come alive.

I giggle, swinging my hips to the music. I can't remember much of where i am, and how long i've been here at the moment. I frown when the music stops.

"Alright crazy cats! That's all! We're closing, so please pay your tabs, and thank our favorite D.J. R.E. for the amazing beats tonight!" I scream along with the rest of the drunk crowd, swaying slightly in place.

I will thank the D.J. he is so nice playing music for us all night. I giggle imagining him as i handsome man. Oh yes, i must thank him. He is like magic playing all this music without a drink.

I can a little fort near the corner that the announcer was in. Maybe he's back there. I swerve around the people heading the opposite way, tripping a few times but that's alright. I'm going to meet a hot D.J.

It doesn't take long getting back there, the wall is made of fuzzy. There's a door so I knock. I hope he likes my manners.

"Yeah, I'll be right our, Aaron," The voice seems a little familiar. He called me Aaron, I'm not Aaron.

"I'm not Aaron," I pout and cross my arms, starring meanly at the door. How could he call me Aaron?

There's loud thudding, like someone running down a small set of stairs. The door pulls open and Rey stands there with confusion.

"Oh. Hi Rey! I just came to say hi to the D.J. Is he in there? He called me Aaron, and I'm not Aaron," I was happy seeing Rey but I cross my arms again. 

"Shit," Rey mutters, as I smile drunkenly at him. He's got such a good face, ugh, "You're drunk out of your mind. Are you here with anyone else?"

I bite my lip. Am I drunk? I came with someone, but he's gone, "Oh. He's gone. You see, we came here to get him laid because he's a virgin and I'm a good friend that poor boy. And then he left. I hope our mission was a success so I can sing mission impossible," Then I start humming it till I realize I was humming it, "Oh. Shoot. What are the words?"

I watch as Rey runs a hand through his hair and blows out a breath. Maybe his hair is super soft. I pat his hair. Mhh, it is soft.

"Okay, Barkley-"

"Not Aaron."

"No, not Aaron. You are very drunk. You're going to have a terrible headache in the morning-"

"Oh no!" My hand flies to my head my eyes wide with concern, "I'm going to have a terrible headache in the morning. How am I going to drive home?"