Take a Drunk Girl Home

One-shot

A/N So I wrote most of this even before Halloween so it's set in the fall. Don't judge me. Enjoy!
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It got to the point in the morning where the sun peeked through the curtains at just the right angle so it shone directly on Addison's face. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried her best to hide her face in the pillow.

"Mmmmm." She groaned, trying her best to ignore the pounding in her temples. The smell on this pillow was helping. It smells so nice. Like, a guy. A guy? Addison's head shot up and eyes wide open. She frantically looked around the room and quickly confirmed that she was definitely not in her pastel pink bedroom.

This room was darker with a lot of mismatched furniture and all the belongings looked like they were strategically placed with a controlled kind of chaos for organization. Definitely not her room. Then she stiffened, turning slowly to check the other side of the bed. Empty.

'Thank god.' She thought with a sigh as her shoulders slumped forward out of the tension. She sat up and the sheet fell to her lap, the coolness of the room hitting her skin. She's naked.

"Oh shit!" She whisper yelled as she quickly pulled the covers back up to her chin. Her throbbing head began to race in her panicked state. "What the hell happened last night?" She whispered to herself.

"Things got a little crazy." Her head snapped towards the male voice in the doorway. A tall man with emerald green hair was scratching the back of his neck nervously as he offered her an apologetic smile. It didn't take long for her to realize he was a zombie. He was dressed in the government issued coveralls and his skin was pale and grey.

But even so, she couldn't help but think how handsome his face was as she stared at him. Then, also that she must have slept with him since she's naked in his bed. Flashes of their passionate kisses and groping from last night came back to her. But she doesn't remember even making it to bed. She thought losing her virginity would make her feel different or hurt or something but she felt completely normal. None the less, she pressed her thighs together and tightened her hold on the sheets covering her.

"Oh my god." Addison whispered. As soon as her words left her lips, his expression dropped into that of shame and, was that, disappointment?

"I'm sorry. I know I'm not really what you were expecting." He paused and looked up at her. His brown eyes meet her blue ones and she feel a spark flicker in her chest. He quickly looks away, at anything other than her, as he continues to ramble on and mindlessly tries to 'tidy up'. "I thought you might want some coffee so I started a pot, but I understand if you're not wanting to stick around. I didn't know where you lived so I just brought you back here to crash. Your friends had already left so I couldn't ask someone." Addison wanted to snort.

'Friends? Yeah right.' She thought. If those other Poms were her actual friends, they wouldn't have abandoned her in a bar.

"I've never done this kinda thing before, so I don't really know how this works." His nervous tone was cute.

She let out a single, quiet laugh at the comment. The sound seems to perk his interest back to her. "Me either. Um, coffee," she paused to glance up at him through her lashes, "sounds nice." She finally gets out nervously. Something in his eyes shifts and a huge grin spreads across his face.

"Cool! Well, I'll uh, let you get dressed and, um, meet you out in the kitchen?" He offers. She gave him an awkward smile and nod. He hurried out of the room and she flopped back against the mattress.

'What in the world am I doing.' Her mind groans. 'I can't get involved with a zombie! It's bad enough that I slept with him!' She paused in her thoughts. 'But he seems so nice.'