Neighbors

Chapter 10

I woke up in my bed to a pounding headache, and a stomach that felt like it was imploding. I opened my eyes into little slits, careful not to destroy my brain with light. There was a bottle of advil, and a glass of water sitting on my nightstand.

I knew for a fact that I didn't put that there. Well shit. A million scenarios went through my mind on how to sweeten my parents up, then get a looser punishment. Back at home I was extremely good at hiding my alcohol consumption, and had never been caught.

Attempting to unscrew the cap of the pill bottle, I fought a rush of frustration, and pain over the frustration at my disability. Hangovers. What's not to love?

I slammed the container back down on my nightstand, and decided that a scalding hot shower that burnt my skin would feel nice. Carefully, I swung my legs over the side of my bed, and dangled them near the floor. Wincing as the movement angered my headache even more.

When I dropped from my bed, the last thing I expected was to land on something squishy. I mean yeah, the carpet is super hella plush and all, but this was like, face plant squishy.

I skillfully stumbled as I landed, slamming my waist into my dresser. I groaned, and grasped my hip bone. That is literally the nastiest place to run into something with. If you think Lego bricks are demon spawn, just wait until you jam your hip bone on a desk or something.

The person laying on my floor sat up quickly, clutching their newly stepped on abdomen. Luke. Shirtless might I add. I don't stare though, I have priorities.

"Luke! What the hell are you doing sleeping in my house, wait no, my room." An incredulous expression stretched across my probably disgusting looking face. I slowly shook my head to emphasize my disbelief.

"Are you okay?" Luke's  voice was unusually soft, and compassionate, despite my harsh words. My suspicion sky rocketed.

"I ran into a dresser, Luke, its not like I got stabbed in the throat or anything."

"You know that's not what I mean." He lowered his voice to an almost whisper. Something definitely happened.

"Obviously. Now tell me, what's up?" I walked towards Luke, and sat down with my legs crossed in front of him. More curious now than anything.

He stared into my eyes, as if searching them for something. A few seconds passed, and his eyebrows furrowed and he pursed his lips. I looked down at my lap, avoiding his calculating gaze. I realize that I'm wearing his shirt, and frown. Did we...? Oh no no no no no. There is no way. Absolutely no chance.

I look back up at him, my eyes wide. "Luke....Did we...." I let my sentence trip off, hoping he'd catch on so I wouldn't have to say it.

He looked confused for a moment or so, before realization dawned on his face, and his cheeks turned a rosy red. "No. Of course not. I would never take advantage of someone who isn't in their right mind."

Relief floods through my tense, and aching body, and a small smile occurs on my lips. He was kinda cute in his gentlemanly gesture.

"So then what happened? Why are you acting weird?"

"Its nothing, really,"

"Luke."

"I'm serious."

"So am I! And you never told me why you were sleeping on my floor."

"Mom would kill me if I showed up at home drunk."

"But you weren't dunk."

"Right. Wait, no. Yes I was." He fumbled with his words, obviously lying to me about something, something that happened last night. I narrowed my angry grey eyes at him.