Love's Not A Competion

The Morning After

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When i woke up I felt like my mouth was the Sahara desert. There was a knocking coming from somewhere.

"Rick?" I poked him a few times in the chest to wake him up. He groaned each time.

"What?" he grumbled.

"How do we stop the knocking?" I asked.

"The door stoopid." he groaned and pulled the covers over his head.

I stumbled around blindly and found a soft bathrobe, that would do. I shuffled over to Ricky's bedside table where I remembered he'd put my glasses. I grabbed the first pair I found and put them on.

"Jesus, it's like I'm wearing blinkers!" I grumbled when I realised they were Ricky's heavier frames.

My mum was at the door when I finally got there.

"Late night?" she asked as she saw me still half asleep.

"More like early morning. The sun was coming up as we got to bed!" I yawned.

"Shush!" a voice called from the bed. "Hangover!"

My mum giggled quietly. "I thought you two would want to sleep in so I got you some breakfast. A fry up for Rick, pancakes for you and two teas." she whispered.

I ushered her in to put the plastic tray on the coffee table. It was then that I noticed our clothes dropped in piles on the floor. I started to pick a few things up but she stopped me.

"I didn't see anything." she whispered and gave me that motherly knowing look. "All I've seen is you looking sleepy and wearing the wrong glasses."

"They're like blinkers, the arms are huge!" I whispered back.

"Stop talking you two." Ricky told us as he peaked over the top of the duvet. "Did you say tea though?"

His hair was ridiculously ruffled and his eyes were barely open. Mum took his glasses off my face and a cardboard cup over to him.

"Drink this." she told him soothingly. "You'll feel better."

He shyly popped a bare arm out from the duvet and took the cup. She put his glasses on his face and kissed him sweetly on the top of the head.

"These are yours." she said handing me my glasses. "Eat and drink then you'll feel better."

She gave me a gentle hug and a kissed me too before she left. I put some underwear on before I got back into bed. I didn't fancy another possible flash of flesh.

I took the tea and boxes of food over to the bed. I sipped my tea as I handed Ricky his breakfast. He sniffed it gingerly and turned pale.

"Too early for solids!" he groaned.

"You heard the nurse. You'll feel better after food." I told him. I was lucky that I hardly ever got hangovers.

I sipped my tea and sighed as the warm liquid soothed my soul. Tea is the solution to all of life's problems. I ate my breakfast happily while Ricky lay under the covers with the top of his face peaking out. He sleepily watched me eat.

"Eat something!" I told him firmly. "I'll force you if I have to."

With much reluctance he ate some food. We were soon washed, dressed and joining the others outside. Ricky wore a hat, sun glasses and had his hood up while he sulked in the shade with his hangover. I was a bit sore but nothing like as bad as him. He'd be alright after a few painkillers.