There's Blood On The Dance Floor (A BOTDF Fanfic)

:Chapter Five:

I ended up falling asleep on the couch next to Jayy, exhausted mostly because of (now that i figured it out) the booze he had accidentally given me the night before. I assumed that he was so out of focus from drinking before that he thought he had grabbed a strawberry flavoured Propel - I realized that they also had some in the back of the mini fridge - and grabbed the booze by accident. I guess I don't blame him, mainly because now I understand how fucked up you can be when drunk.

Literally.

When I woke up, I was groggy with sleep with my head pounding as if someone had smacked me across the head with a sledge hammer, feeling like I was going to throw up my insides. As I opened my eyes, the blaring lights from up above blinded me temporarily, but I soon adjusted to them. I could tell it was still dark outside. I immediately glanced at my watch, and saw that it said 5:37. 5:37 in the morning....IN THE MORNING.

Fuck! I HAVE to get home! Mom's gonna kill me. She'll be all "Ohh you're off fucking some guy again, huh?" When the truth is, for ONCE in my life, yes mom. I fucked "some guy". But Jayy isn't just some guy. He's the sexiest man to ever exist. And most of all, he's GAY. Or, at least I think. Bisexual when drunk, but very very gay when sober. Being drunk as a skunk does make you see things strangely and not care about shit, so I could understand why this all happened. But what if I was used? What if he's just a horny bastard that'll purposely get anyone drunk just so he can fuck them? He did start it, after all...

 "Well good morning sleepyhead!" I heard a rather high voice chuckle above me. It took me a few moments to realize it was Dahvie. Dahvie Vanity.

Just then I remembered what had gone on last night, and that I was totally naked. Naked.

I gasped, looking up at him with probably the most stupid look on my face, maneuvering my hands up cover up my chest the best I could, and felt something soft already covering me. I looked down across my body and saw a huge purple quilt covering my whole body. It was very warm and comfy; made me almost feel at home. Not MY home though. Some other, real home where everyone loved you for who you are. Whoever had been kind enough to place this around me, I owe a lot too. It was very sweet of them.

"Oh, I, uh, haaa...Hi Dahvie.." I said nervously, my lips quivering slightly, pulling up the blanket closer around me. Not that I had to; it was already practically stuffed right under my armpits. I craned my head up slowly, looking around the bus. JayyVon was nowhere to be seen; just Dahvie, smiling ever so kindly down at me. I wish he didn't have to see me like this...

"Hey sweetie, I put that blanket on you if that was alright? I didn't want you to get cold..." His fingertips touched my right arm softly, trying not to startle me. I must look like a wreck. "And Jayy is in his bunk, sleeping like a baby. We haven't left to the next venue yet however; we thought we'd be nice and not leave before you woke up to go home!" He winked playfully.

"Yeah, no, that's alright," I said, my voice coming out quieter than I had intended, "Thank you, actually. I appreciate it." With each word I spoke, I thought my brains were going to spill out of my ears and mouth and my head was going to deflate in on itself. As I started to get a real sense of what was going on and where I actually was - Blood On The Dance Floor's tour bus and 5 in the morning -  I got a nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Hey, may I ask where the restroom is? I'm not feeling the greatest...."

"Would you like to get dressed first?" He motioned to a pile of clothes neatly folded on a side table that stand next to the couch. My clothes, with my heels underneath, resting on the hardwood floor.

"Sure, that might be a good idea," I smiled softly.

Dahvie agreed and helped me up, holding me around the waist and half-walked half-carried me to the bathroom. When I reached the bathroom, I burst through the door and landed right on top of the toilet, letting out whatever had been in my stomach that wanted to come out, out. Since i hadn't eaten anything before the concert last night at all - nothing all day - all that came up was liquids. Lots of clear liquid too; the alcohol. I must have dranken more than I thought....

Dahvie let me be, closing the door behind me and walking off somewhere else in the bus. As I lay there vomiting my heart out, something crossed my mind. EVen though I knew its a bit early to suspect it, but:

What If I'm pregnant?

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Sorry it's not too eventful >,< Kind of boring, really. Next chapter is sure to be interesting (;<