The Not-So Brits

Chapter 18~Bond?

Howdy!! I know please don't hate me for the late updates, I'm going to try and get better at this, I swear!! But hey! 1k guys! That's really pretty very much amazing! So ya.... ⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️ there is the outfit for Avery mentioned later, so take a look!

Ok, enough if me, here's the chapter....

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Avery's POV

Blinding light.
Excruciating pain.
Unknown territory.

The protagonist wakes to the sight of an unfamiliar room, the sounds of a shower muting the squeaking of the bed as she attempts to rise from her fetal position. To her dismay, the stabbing pain blooming from her head has her falling back into the now cold sheets.

An action film? Maybe a thriller?

No, I admit to having my fair share of problems, but my life is certainly not movie worthy.
This is not the beginning to a two hour screening of the latest Bond movie, just the beginning of my Sunday.

There's this confusion one gets after a night of sleep. On a normal morning, this little wave of not knowing where you are only lasts a few seconds, if any at all. But this fear of being in an unknown place, is heightened with the addition of this little thing called alcohol.

This little thing that leaves me in an utter state of shock, lost as I observe my surroundings.
Not remembering why I could be in a stranger's room, panic starts to settle in. What had I done? Who had I done? It's not like I was waiting for the one, but I would have like to remember it.
Not able to contain my anxiety any longer, I let out a ear splitting scream.

The water abruptly stops and a certain blond boy casually steps out of he bathroom. Shaking his soaking wet hair he curses, "Alfie, stop screaming like a little gir-" Looking around the room, his eyes land on my widened ones, "Oh, it was you."
Scared beyond reason, I carry on screaming not planning on stopping until my lungs burst.

"Shut the fuck up! And, why the hell am I on the ground?"A second boy, pops his head up from the floor next to the bed, glaring at me.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome the third round of screeching.

I hastily jump from my position on the bed to find my legs intertwined into the sheets. Along with the pounding sensation exploding in my head, I shoot to the ground and lie still.

Looking up at the two boy's currently staring at my crumpled form, the events from last night come rushing back. Much to my dismay, I remember every little detail about the night before. Except one.

Finding the courage to ask the question that had been on my mind since I woke up, I spoke my first words of the morning, "What the hell happened to my pants?"

Chase's worried expression vanishes and is soon replaced with his signature smirk. Laughing he begins to approach me. From behind, Alfie peeps up, "Watch out man, walk slowly, no sudden movements."

Ignoring his comment, Chase lifts me up and straightens my hunched over body while untangling my legs from the blankets. Looking down at the minimal clothing I had on, a large shirt and my underwear, I raised my eyebrows at the tall figure looming above me, hopefully covering the faint blush that had crept into my cheeks.
"Care to explain?"

Alfie, who was unaware of the amount of clothing covering my body, gasps and covers his eyes once Chase steps to the side.

The other simply shrugs and remarks, "I thought you would be more comfortable getting out of those clothes."