(Danny’s POV)
When I woke up, I had a killer headache. I then realize that I was lying in bed, naked, so I turn my gaze towards the other side of the bed, finding it empty. I quickly threw on some jeans and a weird flag looking shirt—which I didn’t even know I had—and walked out of the room and towards the living room.
“James, you fucking twat, put some clothes on!” I groaned as the light bled through the curtains.
“I would, but I can’t find them” he shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.
“Hey bitches” Ben sang as he did a power stride into the kitchen.
“What the fucks got you all smiling like a dumbass?” James turned his head towards him.
“Threesome” he shrugged, both of us groaning.
“Wanker” I muttered.
“Hey, we’re out of coffee” Cam walked out of the kitchen.
“Were you there the entire time?” I looked at him weirdly.
“Yup” he sat down on the counter.
“We can go to Starbucks” Sam walked in, grabbing the newly opened beer out of Ben’s hand and chucked it.
“Bitch, get your own beer”
“Shut up, and we should go and I’m not including you James, unless you get fucking clothes on!” Cam smacked him on the back of his head.
By the time we arrived, it just took about ten minutes since Sam got lost. We walked in, waited in like—which to fucking long—and just tried getting over this blistering headache.
“Hey, isn’t that the chick you fucked last night?” Ben randomly spoke up, causing a lot of people to look at us weirdly. And when I turned to what he was talking about, there she was. Staring at me
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Image: James
Music: Dancing Through Sunday by AFI
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