What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas. Got it?

What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas. Got It? [7]

Gerard Butler, AKA, Aaron. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas. Got it?

Chapter 7

When I woke up the next morning, I felt a rush of energy run through me, something that was strange because I was hardly ever the morning person.

I threw my hands above my head and stretched, letting out a groan. I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. My face wasn’t that bad.. petite looking face, that hid the burning fire in my face. Small nose, wide eyes, rosy lips, the picture of vulnerability and innocence. I’ve always thought of myself as the ‘clean’ one of the school. No, I wasn’t innocent, when it came to violence and personality that is, but I was clean. And thanks, Max. You took that away, I thought bitterly.

Sighing, I stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade down my back, I tipped my head to the side and massaged the side of my neck, which was pretty sore, considering that I was tossing and turning all night last night.

I felt weird today, not a strange, bad weird, but a somewhat familiar, giddy weird. Like I was dreaming, like everything that was bad just suddenly disappeared, like the feeling when you first eat your favorite ice cream, the feeling of happiness in just that bite, and nothing could ruin that moment when you go, ‘oh yeah.’

Once I’d dressed, I grabbed my things and walked out the room, knocking on my mom’s door.

“Mom? Are you there?” No answer. Oh, well. I’ll call her later. Lets just hope that she wasn’t in trouble. But I did get my strength and witty remarks from her, not from my dad, so she should be good.

After sighing, I walked back to Max’s door and knocked on it.

“It’s open,” called his voice, which was husky with sleep, and surprisingly comforting.

I turned the door handle and stepped inside, closing the door behind me and walking to the bed where Max lay.

“Dude? Your still not up?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips. Max was stretched lazily on the bed, the covers resting on his waist, his chest bare. He had his arms slung over his eyes, and his mouth was slightly parted.

“Lay with me, please?”

I was feeling especially happy, and I wasn’t going to let anything bring me down, so I hesitantly climbed into the oversized bed with him. Max flipped over so he was facing me, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he yelled, his grin becoming wider. I smiled and laughed.

“Someone’s in a happy mood today!” I said, throwing my legs up in the air.

“I should say the same. Where did the comments and remarks about my flaws go?” he gasped.

I just chuckled and brought my legs down.

“I don’t know. I just woke up and I felt nice..”

“Same here,” he said, frowning. “You don’t think they put goat’s weed in our water, do you? Because I’m feeling especially horny today.” He winked. I rolled my eyes and slapped him.

“Well, Max, how about you get dressed and we go and look for a woman again?”

Max sighed, becoming frustrated. He pulled me closer to him and bit my cheek. I gasped and slapped him. He chose to ignore me.