Old Friends [{Joshler}]

WHY U NAKEY BREN BREN

I wake up, groggy, my head hurting. What happened last night? I lay there with my eyes closed, the nice silk sheets against my skin. My back. My butt. Like a nice cocoon.

I don't own silk sheets.

I DON'T SLEEP NAKED.

My eyes slam open, and prop myself up on my elbows. I'm in a huge room, with a view of the city. I look next to me and see Brendon, asleep, and naked.

I shake him awake, to which he smiles. "Last night was incredible." His voice is all crackly from just waking up.

"WHY ARE YOU NAKED? WHY AM I NAKED? I HAVE WORK TONIGHT!"

"Oh, sh*t, you don't remember?"

I rack my brain, and a fuzzy little bit comes back to me. "YOU GAVE ME 17 SHOTS AND YOURSELF 1!"

"Chill, you only finished 12 of them."

"Brendon. Boyd. Urie. Why does my a** hurt?"

"I think you know why."

"Brendon."

"Come on, you wanted it."

"I WAS DRUNK AND YOU WEREN'T!"

"You could've not taken the shots."

"WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING?!"

"Dude, if you remember, you came on me first."

"SO YOU CAME IN ME?!"

"Try to use logic here. I'm horny, you're drunk, you're everything I wanted, and it's just sex! Chill!"

My eyes water. "Brendon. I was a virgin."

His eyes widen. "Oh. Oh my God. Uhm, I'm sorry. Here I was trying to make it seem like it's your fault. I'm sorry."

I shake my head. "I was gonna save it until marriage. Now I'm not even gonna remember what it's like."

"Oh my God. If it helps at all, you were incredible. And um, on the bright side, now you can have sex all you want... Because the whole marriage thing is done. Yeah. Uh."

I sit all the way up, rearranging the blankets to cover me, not that he hasn't seen all of me yet. I rub my forehead. "I need clothes, Advil, and greasy food."

He scoffs. "I'm not your slave."

"It wasn't a question."

He reluctantly kicks his feet off the side of the bed, and stands up. He's not wearing anything, and it's weird to think that that was in this.

I'm not gonna lie, he looks good naked, but I'm not gonna let him see me looking at him. He walks out of the room, and comes back with some clothes. I glare at him, telling him to get out, and throw on the clothes.