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                     willow 

The most excruciating  pain I have ever experience was a hangover. Also known as, the horrific shit that I'm experiencing at this exact moment. 

I was thirsty, my head was pounding and I needed to vomit. I threw off the random, heavy comforters off of me and ran to a random bathroom and puked into a toilet. I rubbed my eyes, flushed the toilet and swished water around my mouth. 

"Why is it so bright?" I groaned. I shut my eyes, blocking our the light. 

"Sleeping Beauty is awake," an unfamiliar voice started me. 

I  fell down on my butt and covered my face with my hands, "Please don't kill me."

There was silence. I was expecting him to say something cliché, you know like "I won't bite"  or  something stupid. Maybe like the sound of a knife being sharpened, but there was just...nothing. I spreader my fingers and opened my eyes. 

"Dylan?" I asked removing my hands, "What are you doing here?"

He sighed, "What do you remember?"

"I was dancing then I went home," I said fully opening my eyes, "Wait, this isn't my home." 

He smirked, "Yeah it isn't. It's mine." 

He offered his arm and I took it. He pulled me up a little too fast, causing me to fall on chest. 

"Oh fuck my head," I said feeling a little bit more puke coming up. 

He picked me up and placed me on the bed I was on before. To say I was shock from the nice gesture was an understatement. 

"Who knew you were Prince Charming undercover?" I asked him. 

He laughed and sat down on the bed, "There's a lot of things that you don't know about me." 

My eyes started to get droopy, "I'll figure it out one day." 

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"I made you dinner!" Dylan shouted from the other side of the bathroom door. 

I slipped on his huge black shirt and a pair of white, athletic shorts that he got from his mom's closet.  

I woke up  about an hour ago and was fighting my hangover. A lot of green juices, water, and vomiting later I felt like a normal human being. 

I opened the door and Dylan was on the other side. 

"Dinner?" I asked him. 

He stared at me, looking at me up and down.  

"Uh, yeah," he stopped before I was going to stop him. 

He walked off and I wondered why Dylan was acting so strange. It's not  the first time he was seen a girl. Ugh, just can't wait to tell Isabel.

Wait...Isabel! 

"Shit, shit, shit," I ran my hands through my hair. I scrambled around the messy room, throwing things looking for my phone. I found it underneath the bed and turned it on. 

No important notifications, just snaps and dm's but nothing from Isabel. 

"Fuck!" I grabbed my heels and I flew down the unfamiliar stairs. 

Sure enough, Dylan was sitting down at his huge, expensive table with a dinner plate in front of him. 

Oh, did I mention that he was extremely wealthy? His house was a palace, and  that wasn't an exaggeration. I was too worried to actually look around, and I was surprised that I didn't get lost.