Shut Up and Dance :: A Rikoss Fic

Beat Up Sneaks

:: Ch. 2; Beat Up Sneaks ::

The light streaming from the window roused myself from my deep sleep. The bright sunlight did nothing to soothe my pounding head, which felt like it had been used as a drum. I couldn't even try to ignore how sore my ass felt. Whoever I slept definitely didn't even dare hold back. It was only when I began to move my face away from the bright light that I noticed that this wasn't my room.

The sheets weren't yellow.

They were blue.

And I was naked.

In a stranger's bed.

Alarmed, I scrambled into a sitting position but quickly realized that was a mistake. I let out a small groan as my hand flew up to my forehead to try and relieve the pain that had suddenly flared up in my head.

"Fuck.." I muttered, using my new position to glance around the room. I had no recollection of anything that had happened the night before. I just hoped that at least something would come back to me to help me figure out why the hell I was even here.

The walls were white with band posters scattered all around-Whoever I slept with last night sure had the same music taste as me.

A guitar leaned up against a corner next to a keyboard that was on a stand-Musically talented. I made a really great choice.

A pair of pretty beat up Converse Chucks and a leather jacket (which I thought was mine) were lying haphazardly on the floor-Hm, great style.

Moving on, I noticed a corkboard that had a lot of pictures pinned onto it-pretty sentimental, too. Huh, I'll just have to live with that.

There was nothing else in the room that had caught my attention, but when I looked beside me, the first thing I noticed was the tuft of blond hair that peeked out from underneath the blankets. Curious, I slowly pulled back the covers. Right when I saw the blond's (gorgeous) sleeping face, everything came flooding back into my mind.

Lots of alcohol.

Dancing.

Blond angel.

More dancing.

Sex.

"Riker," I uttered softly, the name of the blond suddenly popping into my mind.

Apparently, the movement of the blanket caused him to wake up. I didn't realize how much I've missed his eyes until I peered into those sleepy, hazel irises and I was filled with this odd, overwhelming sensation that filled my chest. What the fuck was that?

"Mornin'," Riker mumbled tiredly, attempting to blink away the sleepiness from his eyes. My god, was he adorable. And fuck, that deep morning voice of his shouldn't have been that sexy, but it was.

A tiny smile appeared on my face as my heart pounded in my chest. "Good morning," I said softly. I had never felt like this before, and it was weird. I wasn't supposed to feel these kind of feelings after having sex with someone, and I certainly wasn't even supposed to remotely feel okay with staying. I should have left awhile ago, way before Riker had woken up, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. And that was definitely a first for me.

I didn't notice Riker had started talking until he said my name a couple of times. My heart fluttered knowing that he even remembered it.

"Huh?"

Riker giggled, and wow, that was that most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my entire life. "I just asked if you wanted breakfast."

If I was acting normal, I would have declined, but there was something inside of me that kept me gravitated towards this endearing blond that I found I just couldn't get enough of.

"Sure."

For some reason, I found myself taken aback by Riker's beauty when he climbed out of bed. Seeing him without the veil of alcohol was just eye-opening. If he was gorgeous while I was intoxicated, then Riker was a fucking Adonis while I was sober. Watching the blond walk around butt-naked made me realize how shameless he was, and that just made me like him even more-wait, what?

I felt a little sad when Riker started pulling on clothes, hiding that beautiful, silky smooth skin of his behind clothes that just seem to hug his body perfectly.

I was shaken out of my daydreams when I heard him start talking again. I found myself hanging onto his every word.

"Since I'm really not up for cooking, I was thinking that we could just walk to this diner I know. It's pretty close-probably ten minutes away. So it's not that bad," he told me with that amazing smile of his.

"Sounds good to me," I replied with a shrug. I really needed some coffee to relieve this hangover. I climbed out of bed to try and find my clothes from last night and tug them on. I smirked when I felt Riker's eyes on me.

Once we were both dressed, we headed down to the diner for breakfast.

...my discothèque juliet, teenage dream...

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A/N: I'm so very sorry about the late update, but that's because school has really gotten me so busy and I sorta lost my inspiration for this story, but I eventually overcame the writer's block and here we are with another update. I hope you liked it, and don't forget to comment and vote!

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