Drunk

The Next Morning

*The next day*
A warm light shines through silk curtains that blow in the chilly morning breeze. I hear faint sizzling and look up to see Sam in the kitchen. The familiar smell of bacon and eggs fills my nostrils making my stomach growl.
My phone buzzes and I roll over to unlock it.
13 Missed Calls- Mum
24 Messages from Holly.
Shit.
I forgot to tell them I was staying the night last night. It's not my fault I fell asleep after such an exhausting night.
I sigh and return my gaze to him. Red lines run down his back. Did I do that? Surely not.
I text my mother and holly, my so called "best friend", that I'm okay and I stayed the night at Sams. I'm going to get shit for this later.
I feel like I forgot something important?
Oh well.
I unlock my phone and
3 Missed calls from Work.
Oh..... crap....
I get up as fast as I can with this stupid moon boot on my leg and hobble to the bathroom and slam the door behind me.
I speed dial work. He's going to be so mad at me. I completely forgot about my shift this morning.
10 rings later and...
"Ahhhh, April. So nice of you to call"
"Dean, I'm so sorry. I got caught up last night with my foot and...."
"It's fine, just don't do it again. And don't lie to me about your foot, I know you were getting it on girl!"
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Holly and Dean are a thing. They were the reason I got a job at Deans Dirty Grill. I know. Could they have picked a worse name?
"How was it? Is he good in bed?"
"Dean! Stop it! I'll tell you later okay?"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"April are you alright in there?" Sam asks concerned.
"Yeah I'll be out in a minute!"
"Is that him?" Dean excitedly gasps.
"I gotta go! Bye!" I hang up fast and open the door to one hot guy and bacon and eggs in bed.
Is this heaven?
"What happened?" He asks with his brows furrowed. He looks so adorable when he's concerned.
"Yeah, it was just work. It's all good now tho." I giggle and I lay a kiss on his forehead.
There's a few moments of silence as we dig into a delicious breakfast.
"Yanno, you look really cute in my shirt. You should keep it." He smirks.
I blush and shove the rest of my bacon in my mouth.
Sam flicks his hair out of his eyes and lays back on the bed.
"Thanks for last night. It was amazing." I smile and cuddle into his side.
"The pleasure was all mine." He winks.
He rubs his finger tips along my arm and I feel tingles. The next thing I know I've got goose bumps.
How does he always manage to make me melt under his fingertips?
A few hours pass. No. Who am I kidding. The whole days goes by. And all we did was cuddle and talk about nothing.
I roll over to check the time and it's 5:30pm.
"Well I guess I better get going." I sigh.
I feel his grip get tighter and he wraps his legs around mine.
I giggle at his attempt to keep me longer.
"Sam! I have to go home."
"No!" He moans.
I giggle and reach up to kiss his rosy plump lips.
He pulls me back in to his lips let's just say things got a little heated.

*One Week Later*
I lean on my arm on the counter. The dull sounds of football matches plays on the tv.
"Miss! Can I get another round of the big grease for me and my buddies please!" An old geezer croaks from across the restaurant.
It's literally 9pm and they want more grease. I'm disgusted.
I roll my eyes and turn to Owen who's in the kitchen on his phone. Probably watching family guy or something, "another big grease please Owen."
He's a middle aged Mexican man who loves his grease!
"Sure thing boss lady!" He scoffs.
I rub my forehead and sigh. We were supposed to close an hour ago.
The front door bell goes off and in walks a babbling group of drunk men. At least they're not old.
Without really scanning their faces I turn on my robot voice and welcome them.
"Hi welcome to Deans Dirty Grill. What can I get for you...."
"April." A deep raspy voice slurs.
It's him. But he's drunk?
"Sam? What are you doing here?" I ask frustrated.
"Look lady! I don't knowweww who you are. But stop flirting with our mate. Get us some food!" His drunk friend yells as they all stumble into a booth.
Shocked I walk over to them with the menus and say absolutely nothing.
Who the fuck do they think they are? Has he not even told them about me? Or are they all just off their faces?
They all place their orders and his drunk friend that yelled at me earlier, yells again.
"I'll have the big wing bucket!" And slaps my ass?
And they all cheer and laugh. All except Sam.
Isn't he going to say anything to them?
No. He says fuck all.

I turn around storm away.
It's 10pm when they all decide to finally leave and I usher them out the door.
I'm grabbed aside harshly.
I panic and squeal.
"It's okay. It's just me silly". Sam chuckles.
"What is wrong with you? How could you let them do that to me?" I yell.
Sam looks shocked.
"I'm sorry.... April."
"Just get out!" I scream at him.
He looks at me confused and places his hands on my face.
I push them away and point outside.
"Get! Out!"
He pouts and drags his sorry ass out the door.

*the next day*
I roll over to look at my phone and see:
April, I'm so sorry. Please call me.
7 missed calls from Sexy Skyline.
Ugh. I don't want to. But I have to.
I call him. And he picks up straight away.
"GoodMorning Sam."
"April, please. I'm so sorry about last night."
"Why don't they know about me? Are you embarrassed?"
"No, they were, I mean we were all just wasted. Let me make it up to you"
I can't say no.
"Alright. But whatever you have planned, it better be good" I giggle.
"Thank you. I'll pick you up in an hour." He hangs up abruptly.
Well, this should be good. I smirk to myself and stumble out of bed.