Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

𝙽 𝙸 𝙽 𝙴

When the car stops, we're in front of our apartment building. I open the door and fall out of the car on the hard ground. "Ouch!" I laugh. It hurts but it's funny that I fell out of the car.

A few seconds later Zach is standing in front of me. He grabs my arms and helps me up onto my feet. He walks with me inside to the elevator and we enter it together. "Don't you have a party to get back to?" I ask him and he nods. "Yeah, but you probably can't even undress yourself right now." He says without looking at me. I smile at him. He's trying to keep a straight face. He's hiding his emotion.

"How much alcohol did you have tonight?" I ask him. "A few beers, I had just arrived." He says as the elevator opens and he helps me walk to our door. He opens it and drags me inside to the bathroom. He opens the tab and looks at me. "I take that you can shower on your own." He states and I nod. Without thinking I step under the shower and let the water rinse my face.

Too soon I get dragged away from the water and I look mad at Zach. "Why'd you do that?" I ask him and he gestures at me. "You still have your damn clothes on!" I look down and see my clothing soaked. I look back and him and laugh a little. "Oops." I grin and he tries to hold his laugh. "Okay I didn't want to do this, but you still smell like vomit so we're going to do this. You'll thank me in the morning." He grabs my top and takes it off. I expect him to do the rest but he freezes when he sees what's underneath.

"You seeing something you like?" I ask him with a grin and he snaps out of it. I'm wearing my sexy underwear. He tries to ignore it and pulls off my shoes, socks, and pants next. He then looks at me. "Please tell me you can take off your own underwear before getting under the shower." He begs me tired and I shrug. "I don't know." and he rolls his eyes.

He takes a towel and holds it in front of me so that he can't see my body. He eyes me and I slowly take off my underwear. He then wraps the towel around me and quickly turns around. "Now go shower without the towel. When you're done you can call for me and I'll hand you your pajamas." He says and then leaves the bathroom.

I drop the towel and step under the shower and start scrubbing myself. I enjoy the hot water and can already feel myself sobber up a bit. When I feel clean I turn the shower off and step out of it. "Zach I'm done!" I yell and wait. "Davina?!" He yells back a few seconds later. "Yeah?" I yell. "Where the fuck are your pajamas?" He asks and I think but don't know.

"I -I don't know, I think," I yell back at him and I can hear him walk out of my bedroom into his own. A few seconds later I hear a knock on the door. A hand slips in with a shirt holding it. "Here just put this on, we'll look for your pajama's in the morning." He says exhausted.

"Whose is that?" I ask and I hear him sigh. "For fuck's sake, Davina put the damn shirt on." He says and I take the shirt from him. I put on my panties and the shirt. I smell it and realize it's Zach's shirt. It smells like him.

I walk out while leaving my bra and the rest of my clothes there. I look at Zach and when he sees me, he sucks in a sharp breath. "Okay, now go sleep it off." He says quickly and points at my bedroom. "I'm not tired," I tell him but he walks towards me and pushes me towards my bedroom. "You are, you just don't know it yet. Now go sleep it off." He says one last time.

He pushes me into my bedroom and closes the door. I'm alone now. I look at my bed and kick it. "Stupid sleep." I mutter and jump on the bed. I crawl under the sheets and look at the clock. It's 3 o'clock. Jesus Christ.

Sleep comes fast and the next morning I wake up with a heavy head. Again. Damn headaches. Grumpy I roll out of bed and stroll out of my bedroom. I don't see a sign of Zach and maybe that's better. I don't remember half the things that happened last night.