Last Nights Events

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The last thing I remember is setting that empty bottle down on the table. I woke up that morning with skin cold as ice and I was shaking like crazy. Behind my eyes burned like I was staring at fire. I closed my eyes tightly as I gasped. I looked down my skin was so pale that my veins were showing. I looked around at the unfamiliar room, on the floor lied clothes and empty bottles of beer and alcohol. I started to panic as I realized I was half naked. I looked next to me and there laid a man who had blond hair and pale skin. He was fully clothed and dead asleep. I got up slowly and quietly, cautiously making sure I didn't wake him up. I hurried and looked for my clothes on the floor throwing them on my body. The room was spinning and I could feel a pit in my stomach as I was about to throw up. I gagged running to the bathroom shutting the bathroom door a little too hard. I heard someone cough and footsteps coming towards me. Then, a light knock on the bathroom door.

"You alright?"
The voice sounded familiar now.

"Yeah I'm fine."
I say wiping my mouth.

"Do you need some water or something?"
He asked.

"If you don't mind please."
I say as I hover over the toilet.

The man begins to walk off and soon returns I unlock the door revealing max standing there with a water bottle in hand. My eyes widen as I take it from his fingers.

"Max"
I say shocked.

"Yeah?"
He says confused.

"What happen last night?"
I ask he takes a deep breath sighing hard.

"A lot but don't worry we didn't fuck if that's what you're thinking."

A weight lifts off my shoulders as I open the water taking a long drink.

"So then why didn't I have clothes on?"
I tug my shirt over my head since I didn't put it on because I was interrupted by vomit.

"You really don't remember?"
He says with a little smirk and laugh. I shake my head no.

"You took them off when you we telling everyone to go skinny dipping."
He says with a chuckle.

"Oh god."
I grab my head and rub my temples with one hand.

"So Scrim and I brought you up here and told you to sleep."

"Oh my god."
I panic.

"Here take these."
He hands me two pills and I look at them.

"Xanax?"
I say staring back at him.

"It will help."
He says shoving them towards me. I give him a look and he gives me a look like 'just take em' bitch' I place the two pills in my mouth and wash them down with water.

"Where's Ruby and Scott?"
I ask.

"They passed out on the couch."
He says, walking back to his bed he lays down.

"Surprised they didn't leave."
I say walking to his bed Sitting down.

"I told them to but they wouldn't leave you. I told them I'd make sure you were okay and that you'd get home but they said no."
He pulls out a cigarette chucking the pack back on the side table. I sit there with a little smile surprised that they didn't leave.

"Are the pills helping?"
He lights the cigarette.

"Yeah I feel really good"
I say leaning against the headboard.

"Yeah?"
He says with a laugh

"What time is it?"
I ask and he pulls out his phone.

"It's 1:25"
He chucks it onto the side table.

"I'm gonna wake the boys up but thank you for taking care of me Max it means a lot."
I stand up and walk to the door.

"It's the least I could do after what I did."
He says apologetic.

"No, it's fine don't bring it up."
I say walking out the door. Before I can shut it he calls my name. I turn around looking at him.

"I really am sorry Cher, you were a good one and I fucked up letting you go."
He doesn't look at me and I just stand there for a sec. then I close the door staring down as I hold onto the nob.

"Hey I was just coming to check on ya."
I turn around to see Ruby coming up the stairs.

"I'm fine, thank you"
I say.

"Are you sure?"
He holds my chin in his hand and a blunt in the other.

"Yeah I'm sure."
I say.

"Did you take something?"
He asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yeah some Xans, but it's fine."
I assure him.

"Alright."
He says letting go of my face.

"Well good morning."
He says handing me the blunt.

"I'm good."
I deny it and begin to walk to the stairs.

"Wow, a stoner denying a blunt."
He acts shocked, I laugh.

"My mouth tastes like shit I just wanna go home and shower and brush my teeth."
I walk down the stairs.

"True"
He follows behind me.

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