𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮
The next morning, I woke up with a raging headache. It felt like my brain was gonna burst at any moment.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I took in the scene of my surroundings and was very confused. The walls were painted a dark grey and there were band posters everywhere. I'm guessing this is Jack's room. At least he has a good taste in music.
I sat up and noticed that I was no longer in my dress from last night. I was in a black, oversized 'Foo Fighters' band tee and my underwear. I started to freak out. Did I sleep with Jack?
What the hell happened last night?
My thoughts were interrupted when the bedroom door opened to reveal a set of piercing green eyes. "Good morning, Princess. I brought you Advil to cure your 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇."
"W-What are you doing here?" I stuttered and pulled the covers up, making sure nothing was showing. Brayden sat down at the foot of the bed then handed me two pills and a glass of water.
"I live here silly." He smirked. Braydens eyes trailed up and down my body and I felt insecure. "You look good in my clothes." I blushed.
I found myself admiring him again like I did not even twelve hours ago. He was wearing nothing but grey sweatpants, and his hair was a mess. But he still managed to look so good. "That was one hell of a party last night, don't you think?"
"Did.. did we.." I choked out. I was afraid to know the answer.
"Have sex?"
I nodded and took the Advil, chasing it with the water.
"No, I would never take advantage a girl. Especially you." He said and I sigh in relief. "But you are one crazy drunk." He chuckled.
"What did I do?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Showing you, would be easier than telling you." Oh shit. Brayden grabbed his phone out from his front pocket and pulled up snapchat.
On a few people's stories, there were videos of me dancing on the pool table and singing to the music that was playing. Badly singing, might I add. There were other videos of me chugging a whole bottle of tequila.
"You also tried to strip on the pool table." Brayden said, putting his phone back into his pocket.
"No one saw anything did they?" I asked.
"You started to take your dress off but I carried you off the pool table before anyone saw too much."
I looked down. "Where is my dress anyway?"
"In the wash. You threw up on it last night so I brought you up here and helped you change into my shirt. Can't have the princess sleeping in vomit."
"Thank you." I said, running a hand through my hair.
"Of course." Brayden said as he scratched the back of his neck. "You can wear something of mine if you want."
I nodded, taking his offer. He got up and walked to his dresser, pulling out a pair of black shorts.
"I'll let you change." He handed me the shorts before walking out of the room.
After he left, I layed back down and put my hands on my forehead. I'm never drinking again.
I reached for my phone and tried calling Mo but it went straight to voicemail.
I left her a few messages but she never responded. A few minutes go by and I finally decide to get up and change back into the shorts Brayden lent me. I grabbed my vans and went downstairs.
Everywhere I stepped, there was an empty solo cup. Jack and Brayden's house was trashed.
When I got downstairs, I saw Brayden in the living room, trash bag in hand, cleaning up.
"Need some help?" I ask, grabbing his attention.
"You don't have too." He said.
"It's all good, I want to." I grabbed a trash bag as well and started picking up empty bottles and cups.
"Thanks." Brayden muttered.
"Have you seen Mo by chance?" I asked.
"I can't say I have. The last time I saw her, she was talking to Noah. He might've driven her home last night." He's probably right.
About an hour later, Brayden and I had finally finished cleaning up the house. We sat on the couch and sighed. "Thank you, again, for helping me clean up." Brayden said, looking at me.
"Of course. Thanks for watching out for me last night. And for the Advil." I replies, turning my head to look at him.
"No problem." His eyes flickered from mine to my lips and back up at my eyes.
"I should probably get going." I said, standing up. "I'll see you around."
I walk towards the door until I hear Brayden call my name. "Hey Belle?" He stood up as I turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Happy birthday." He smiled.
"Thank you." I smiled back. And with that, I walked out the door, down the block, and to my car.
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Here's a cute little moment since he's been mainly a douche. He's so pure. I love him.
