In the Band

Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Allison’s P.O.V.

My head was pounding as my eyes slowly drifted open. The midmorning light blinded me for a few seconds, causing the ache in my brain to worsen. I looked around the large room, while engulfed in dark, warm, and unfamiliar sheets. I’ve never seen this place before. I jolted up, falling off the bed in a commotion.

“Where the hell am I?” I shouted in alarm to my possible kidnapper.

All I heard was laughing from the other room. Familiar laughing. I got up, sending yet another wave of pain through my head. Brendon was in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Morning,” he said annoyingly happy.

“Where am I?” I asked stupidly, shielding my eyes from the brightly-lit room. I remember going to some party last night and having a couple drinks, but everything after that was too fuzzy for my hung-over mind to unscramble.

“My new apartment,” Brendon sent me a breath-taking smile as he loudly set a plate on the counter in front of me. I started eating it standing up, seeing as there was no furniture in the room.

“Why am I here?” I asked impatiently with a mouth-full of eggs. Normally, I would’ve been a little more graceful around him, but I just couldn’t give a shit at the moment.

“Carson’s birthday party was yesterday,” he said, clearly amused at my bad mood.

“And I was too drunk to remember,” I groaned at my stupidity. “I’m guessing I did something that I’ll regret?” He chucked, indicating that I was right.

“You don’t want to know,” he said while laughing a little heartier.

“Try me.”

“Alright, you insist,” he composed himself a bit, “You came in around midnight…tenderly kissed Carson,” I winced, “basically licked Ryan, and,” he hesitated a bit, looking at me like I would really not want to hear it. I nodded irritably for him to go on. He sighed, but gave in. “Well, you showed everyone your, uh, your chest.” He looked down getting oddly shy as my faced burned and I resisted the urged to hit my pounding head against the countertop. “Then, after you almost collapsed, Carson took you over to my room and you fell asleep,” he finished.

Suddenly not hungry, I pushed my plate away and put my head in my hands.

“I’m such an idiot.”

“You have a nice rack, if that makes you feel any better,” he said jokingly, trying to cheer me up. I just groaned.

“Carson probably hates me,” my eyes suddenly stung at the thought.

“She wasn’t too happy,” he heard me whimper and quickly said, “But, hey! She’ll get over it. You know Carson.”

My eyes filled up with tears. I looked up at Brendon, feeling a few fall down my face.

“I’m so sorry, Brendon!” I sobbed out.

“No, Allison, it’s really okay, I-“ he quickly started rambling obviously taken-aback by my sudden mood shift. I cut him off, wailing.

“I’m so gross. I should just never bother any of you again!” I continued to sob, letting my emotions take over me. Brendon just kept on hurriedly reassuring me that it was fine and that no one judged me for it. My head ached so badly.

He unexpectedly wrapped his arms around me, reminding me how much I missed his warmth. I altogether stopped crying and hugged him back tightly.

“I think you need more sleep,” he said quietly.