A Change Of Directions (Camren)

Chapter 11: Shopping

"Blah, aargh, chrm... Ew."

The taste on my tongue was disgusting and my whole mouth felt dry and dirty, I almost expected to cough out fur like cats sometimes did. Opening one lazy eye, I quickly closed it again, blinded by the light. Cautiously, my eyelids fluttered open again and I took in my surroundings before I sighed and decided to go back to sleep.

Wait.

Eyes snapping open again, I quickly propped myself up on my elbows, finally seeing my surroundings. Not that I saw much.

I was lying on a bathroom floor.

I had woken up in strange places before, including roof tops and police stations, but most of the time I had managed to get myself into a bed before I passed out.

And it wasn't like I had drunk so much last night, I actually remembered a lot of things and this meant -

Oh oh.

What the fuck had happened? I thought everything was fine last night! I had danced a little bit with Lauren, then with the hot rocker girl and then, if I wasn't mistaken, had gotten laid.

So why the hell did I wake up on a bathroom floor when this was clearly not a comfortable place to have sex on?

Looking down on myself, I saw that I was still fully dressed and I groaned at that. Maybe I was mistaken, maybe nothing had happened last night.

Cursing, groaning and hissing at the same time, I groggily pushed myself up until I stood on wobbly legs. Pulling a grimace because I felt like shit, I staggered to the door and opened it, fully expecting to see a hallway with lots of passed out teenagers on the floor.

Not quite.

The bathroom door led to a bedroom. It had to be Shawn's room, because every inch of the walls were covered with posters of scantily clad girls in sexy poses and two guitars were hanging on the wall. His shelf was stuffed with porn and I wondered how his mother could be okay with that.

"Mhm." A soft moan tore through the silence.

Nearly having a heart attack, I stumbled back and tripped over my feet, my back crashing against the wall behind me.

Fuck fuck fuck, shit shit...OUCH.

Supressing the urge to let out a string of curses that would even make a sailor blush, I grimaced as I slowly slid down the wall and landed on my rear, only to find out that this part of my body was hurting as well.

Wincing, I rolled myself to the side to relieve the pain in my butt.

What the hell have I done last night?

This had to be a nightmare. There were only three reasons why my ass could hurt like that and I immediately crossed out the first one, alone the thought was grossing me out. I definitely had no anal sex with a guy.

Reaching behind me, I massaged my butt cheeks through my jeans and to my relief, the pain was only on the surface, which meant that only my skin was burning. This meant crossing out option two. I had no muscle ache.

Supressing a groan, I thudded my head against the carpeted floor when I came to the conclusion that only option three was possible.

This is embarrassing.

I shakily stood up, careful not to make any sound as I now knew that there was someone sleeping in Shawn's bed.

Make that two someones.

My eyes widened at the sight while my inner cocky prick cheered and congratulated myself, patting myself on my shoulder.

Two stark naked figures were sleeping on their sides, facing each other, but there was an empty space between them and it was obvious that this empty space used to be occupied.