Summertime Sadness

Chapter Seven

You woke up with an excruciating headache, and it took you awhile to register that you were not in your bed. You weren't even in Mariah's bed either. In fact, you didn't recognize the bed or the room at all.

Your heart started to race, and you started to wonder if you were kidnapped or assaulted, or something like that. The clothes that you had slept in reeked of alcohol.

You tried to sit up but you yelped in pain as you hit your wrist. You looked down at this black and bloody heart on your wrist. Was this a tattoo? Did you get a fucking tattoo last night?

No matter how hard you tried to bring back the memories of the night, it didn't work. The last thing you remember was playing beer pong with Mariah.

Mariah. Where was she? Why weren't you with her?

You stumbled out of the bed, and opened the door of the bedroom. It opened to a tiny hallway, and you could hear the sound of a tv coming from another room. You followed the noise around the corner until you saw Josh sitting on his couch eating a piece of toast.

"Josh," you said with relief. Your heart rate went down as you realized you weren't kidnapped, but then instantly rose again as you realized you spent the night in his apartment.

"Hey you finally woke up!" he mumbled with a full mouth of bread.

"What happened last night? Why am I not with Mariah?"

Josh placed his toast on the coffee table and patted the couch next to him. You walked over and sat down, holding your head as pain shot through it again.

"You got really drunk from beer pong, and then you got a stick and poke, called me handsome but told me not to tell Josh, and Mariah went home with Tyler so I decided to take you here."

"Oh my god," you hid your face with embarrassment.

"Yeah, you were pretty hammered."

"Thank you for taking me here though, but, um," you weren't quite sure how to ask him if anything else happened last night but he could tell what you were trying to say.

"Nope, nothing happened. Not even a kiss, even though you tried to kiss me multiple times." His eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you. You felt small.

"And you didn't kiss me back?"

"Nope! I know you haven't had your first real kiss and I guessed you probably would have wanted to decide when it happens while you were sober."

"Thank you, Josh. That means a lot," you smiled. Josh nodded and gave your shoulder a little playful shove.

"Here's your phone by the way, Mariah has been trying to call you all morning," Josh pulls out your phone from his pocket. You grabbed it and started to scroll through the numerous text messages and missed calls. Your stomach dropped when you saw your moms contact.

"Fuck."

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Josh asked, looking over your shoulder at your phone.

"I guess Mariah's mom called my mom because we didn't come home last night, and now my mom knows that I went out." you sighed. You were too hungover to deal with this.

"Y/N, it's okay!" Josh tried to reassure you but you ignored him.

"I'm going to call Mariah real quick." You found her contact and pressed the dial button and waited. She picked up fairly fast, and her voice sounded frantic.

"Dude, Y/N, I am so so sorry I left! My mom is pissed, and I guess she called yours too."

"Yep. I know. I'm scared to go home."