Euphoria 》 Angus Cloud

Chapter 7

Author's note: y'all lmao. laziness, procrastination, and lack of inspiration is not a good mix lmao. that lowkey rhymed. we love a poet. anyways, I have a new book up called Toxic and y'all should check it out even though there's only one part up. but yeah, don't forget to vote and share, clicking the star takes less than a second y'all it ain't gonna kill you. by the way, leave a comment about how the quarantine is going for you and how you're holding up.

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The sun shone through the room the next morning with hints of red as the sun beamed through the dark burgundy curtains I had set up on my windows. Dark things were my aesthetic. I woke up with a raging headache from last night’s rendezvous. I’m surprised this is the only thing that's wrong with me right now considering how hard I partied last night. I reached over to grab my phone from the nightstand and checked the time on my phone.

11:45 AM.

After, I tussled around in my bed attempting to find a comfortable position for this headache, which honestly felt as bad as period cramps. I was expecting to be by myself but then my arm flings into something hard. I made a face and swiveled my head to see someone beside me asleep, living their best life. 

"Babe stop moving yo." He mumbled. I almost broke my neck, eyes closed to slits in question as I looked to see Angus’ body sound asleep without a care in the world. Why is he calling me babe? I purse my lips as I remembered the whole ordeal of me and Angus making the decision to be together last night. While we were both very much intoxicated, the feelings behind the event weren’t clouded by it and still reigned true.

"Sorry." I said as I pulled his arm away and got up to go to the bathroom. I had to stop for like two seconds because he was tossing and turning in the bed. I stood in front of the sink to start brushing my teeth when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Shocked, I stumbled backwards a little bit because of how much of a mess I looked. My mascara has run down my cheeks, my hair looked like a bird's nest. Some drool had leaked and dried at the corner of my mouth. It was bad. I looked back at Angus still knocked out in my bed then looked back at the mirror. 

He still likes me even when I look like a drugged out beluga whale. 

Shit, I must be a hot ass beluga whale then. 

I turned the shower on and turned up the volume on my shower playlist, at least not high enough to wake Angus up. 

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Once I got out of the shower and made myself look presentable, I went to go make breakfast. Or brunch. Honestly breakfast really could be eaten at any time. 

Eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns… 

I think I might be Chef Boyardee, if you ask me. 

I started bopping, very loudly might I add, to "Juice" by Lizzo. 

"MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL, DON’T SAY IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M CUTE!” 

I continued to dance and shake my hips and suddenly I heard a voice come from behind me. 

"Having fun over there?" 

I jumped and the spoon I used to make the eggs fell onto the floor. I turned around to see Angus coming to sit down by the island. 

"You scared the shit out of me." I said as I went to pick up the spoon. 

"Sorry." He laughed. Once I was finished with the food, I sat it down on the island and went to grab some plates.