Sonny's POV
The sound of a phone going off woke me up and I turned my head and barely opened my eyes. I could feel Baylee lift her head and roll off of me. She groaned as she blindly reached for her phone that was going off.
"Where are you?" Was the first thing she said making me assume it was Maggie she was talking too. I couldn't hear anything being said so I just turned my head and closed my eyes again. I didn't get much sleep so I was mildly annoyed at being woken up so early.
"God damn Maggie. How drunk are you right now?" Baylee said and I could feel her sitting up all the way. "Okay okay. I'm coming to find your drunk ass." She said and she pushed the covers off her and started to get out of bed.
I don't know why but I reached an arm out and grabbed the back of her shirt pulling at it. She turned back and looked at me. "Yeah yeah, okay. I'm coming down now." She said before hanging up. "Maggie is drunk in the lobby." She said but I didn't respond. I just pulled on her shirt harder. She clearly took the hint and crawled back over until she was completely leaning over me, her long hair falling all over me.
She leaned down and stopped just before her lips touched mine, pausing. We stared at each other for a second before she smiled and closed the gap between us. Our lips moved in sync and I was convinced that I was the happiest dude on Earth. She pulled away too soon but still hovered over me. She giggled quietly and kissed my cheek quickly before climbing out of bed. The room was still dark but lit up dimly when she turned the bathroom light on. I turned my body in the other direction so I could watch her dig through her stuff. I was mostly just staring at her ass recalling last night. She threw on a pair of pajama shorts and looked around for a second before grabbing my OWSLA zip up that was sitting on a chair. She pulled her hair out from it and it pooled all around her shoulders like blonde waves.
She left the bathroom light on and grabbed her phone before leaving the room. I closed my eyes again and I dozed off for a few minutes before the door opened again and closed. I opened my eyes and looked over to see Baylee huffing as a clearly passed out Maggie sat on her back.
"Maggie." She said and jumped up so Maggie bounced on her back. I sat up and grabbed for my glasses that were on the nightstand. Maggie just mumbled something incorehient and blew out a puff of air to get a lock of hair that had fallen in her face out of the way. "Maggie." She said louder and bounced her around. "I'm putting you down." She said and let go of her legs. She set her down and Maggie just fell to the floor laughing.
Baylee rolled her eyes and crossed her arms looking down at her drunk friend. She then looked up at me and her eyes changed. "I'm so sorry." She said sincerley and I knew she felt incredibly bad about waking me up with this.
"Don't be." I waved her off. "We've all been there." I said nodding towards Maggie and chuckling at how drunk she was.
"I guess." She mumbled with a frown on her face. "Maggie." She said and nudged her friend with her foot.
"I just sleep here." Maggie slurred and didn't move.
"No. Get your ass up and get to the couch at least." She said uncrossing her arms and running them through her hair. She sighed before looking around the room. She walked over and unwrapped two plastic coffee cups that were next to a coffee pot and disapereaed into the bathroom. I could hear the sink running and she returned with two cups of water.
"Hey Maggie." She said and Maggie slurred out a "What" before Baylee dumped both waters on the poor girls face. She screamed and flailed around and Baylee started laughing.
"Drunk ass. Now get to the couch." She said between laughs.
"I fucking hate you." Maggie, now sitting up, slurred at her. "Fucking. Hate. You." She said angrily.
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With You (Skrillex)
FanficBaylee had plenty of encounters with Sonny Moore before his career blew up. They were falling for each other but he was whisked away by work. Will she fit into his new life of fame? Will they be able to deal with his hectic schedule?