a/n :
HAPPY NEW YEAR (i live on the east coast of the u.s.) here's an update !
salem slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times to let them adjust to the brightness of the sunlight peeking through the curtains. her eyes widened in alarm as she regained her ability to think properly.
this was not her room. she looked around the room, sighing out of relief when she realized she was in ciarán's, the boy who she met last night, room.
she hoped to god she didn't do anything stupid in front of him. the most stupid thing she did, though, was consume too much alcohol.
as she got up, she was met with a sudden pounding in her head, causing her hand to fly up to her head, as if that'd solve the issue.
she removed her legs from the covers and got up carefully, as to not disturb ciarán from his sleep. she tiptoed around his tidy room, in search of her purse, which contained her phone.
she found her dress lying on a chair, and that was when she realized she was wearing a sweater that wasn't hers!
how much don't i remember?
despite this realization, she stilled searched for her purse, which was placed on his desk. she dug through it until she found her phone.
she opened it and it revealed texts from tavia.
tav 🐍 : where the hell are u??
tav 🐍 : why aren't you texting back, bitch
tav 🐍 : ciarán just texted me saying ur spending the night. don't do anything future u would regret
salem 🧙🏻♀️: sRY FOR NOT TEXTING BACK. ya girl was shit-faced DRUNK
salem 🧙🏻♀️: anyway are u in matt's room?? i'm ready to go home
salem hoped she would text back soon, but now, her task was to find a bathroom.
she grabbed her dress off the chair. she slowly turned the doorknob and peaked out into the hallway. she turned around, looking at ciarán peacefully asleep.
she had to admit, he looked cute while he was resting, but she didn't want to come across as creepy.
she wished he was awake, so he could tell her where the damn bathroom was, but she'd rather not wake him up.
she walked out of the room, looking at the mulitple doors in the hallway, each being a possibility of a bathroom.
she stood there and huffed, trying to figure out which one was the bathroom and which ones were the bedrooms.
seemingly coming out of nowhere, a guy appeared in front of her.
"are you the girl staying in ciarán's room?" he asked.
"yeah, my name's salem." she introduced herself.
"nice to meet you, i'm kevin." he smiled.
"hey, can you tell me where the bathroom is? there's a lot of doors and i really gotta go."
he laughed and pointed at the second door on the right, "that's the bathroom."
"alright, thanks!"
she rushed to the bathroom, which luckily no one was in, and locked the door. she went about her business, looking in the mirror to see how bad she really looked.
"eh, could be worse." she told herself, shrugging.
she began to pull the sweater over her head, replacing it with her dress from the previous night. she folded the sweater neatly, and made her way back to ciarán's room.
she placed it on his desk. since he was still asleep, she looked around for a piece of a paper and a pen.
it wasn't hard to find the two items, considering the boy seemed to always be writing something.
she left a little note for him.
'thanks for being so kind last night ♡
- salem'
she opened her phone, checking if tavia had texted her back yet.
tav 🐍 : i'm in the kitchen
she got her shoes and her purse, making her way down to the kitchen.
tavia was eating some toast with matt, who noticed her first.
"so, you and ciarán?" matt wiggled his eyebrows, which made salem roll her eyes in turn.
"ignore that crackhead, want some advil?" tavia offered.
"hell fucking yeah." she said, causing tavia to chuckle.
"by the way, matt, there's nothing going on between us. he was just doing me a favor." she stated.
"what's the favor?" he asked, sipping his tea.
"your little friend, ryan, broke up with me yesterday, so ciarán was kinda sorta my rebound?"
matt almost choked on his tea, causing tavia to ask if he was okay.
"i'm good, but what you mean he was 'kinda sorta' your rebound?"
tavia handed salem some advil and a cup of water. salem thanked her and downed the advil, followed by the water.
"i just wanted to make ryan jealous, so i kissed ciarán a few times."
"by a few, she means three, and one of those times was in private." ciarán's deep and raspy morning voice sounded throughout the kitchen.
"well look who it is! good morning, cici." matt said, which caused salem to giggle at the nickname.
"y'all kissed three times and didn't tell me?!" tavia asked, her mouth agape.
"to be fair, i only remember kissing him twice;" salem admitted, cheeks warming up at the thought. "i don't remember the third time, though." she turned toward ciarán, raising an eyebrow.
"i sang to you, just to help you sleep," ciarán clarified quickly, so tavia or matt didn't ask any questions. "you kissed me so i could shut up about something, then told me my singing was beautiful." ciarán chuckled.
"aww, cici sang salem to sleep. how sweet." matt teased.
"shut the hell up, it was just a favor."
"y'all keep saying 'it's a favor!', but was it really?" matt questioned.
"i think it's time for us to go now." salem got up, looking at tavia.
"see ya, matt." tavia said, kissing matt on the lips while salem put on her heels.
ciarán ran his hand through his messy brown hair, debating whether or not he should give a farewell to salem.
his inner debate was interrupted when salem suddenly wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a hug.
"sorry for all the things i did when i was drunk." she whispered into his ear.
"you don't have to apologize, i actually enjoyed the time i spent with you."
salem grinned, her cheeks a rosy tint. she gave ciarán a kiss on the cheek before telling him bye.
what the hell is she doing to me?
