𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝'𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

𝘚𝘐𝘟

I groan, finally finding the strength to roll out of bed and get some medicine for my killer headache.

I found a bottle of migraine medicine in the bathroom cabinet, gulping down 2 with a glass of water for good measure.
I looked in the mirror- dear Jesus.
My hair was standing in different directions, my makeup from the day before smeared.

The thing was, I was only in my shirt and underwear, which means: a) I had unknowingly taken my jeans off, or b) someone else had taken my jeans off..

I walk back to the bed I had just been conked out in, looking around before sitting down on the edge of the mattress.
The scariest part was, I didn't remember a thing from last night.

Well, that was a lie. Only two memories came back to me:
Me downing pitchers and shots of alcohol, people cheering loudly around me.

I squinted my eyes, holding my sore forehead- even the sounds echoed in my thoughts hurt.

But then, suddenly, the tension eased:
My left hand sliding down to grasp Tim's right, pulling it upwards.
My head coming to rest on his shoulder as one eye closed, trying to align our hands, angling towards the planet that shined and twinkled so beautifully in the night sky.
My right hand reaching around his waist for stability-

Him glancing at me before looking at the solar show that was on display for us.

I smiled softly, the pounding substantially releasing its claws from my aching skull.
Which planet was it?

Venus, that's right. Venus, Venus, Venus, Venus..

The planet of love.

I choked on air, forgetting how to breathe.
Once catching my breath, I started laughing-
Silly, silly y/n. What a preposterous thought, that I refuse to even continue thinking of. Silly me.

As if a gift God herself, Lili enters the room with tray in hands, a breakfast of kings on it.
"Oh good, you're still awake. I was afraid you would've fallen back asleep after posting on Instagram. I really didn't feel like fighting you." She chuckles, coming over to set the tray on the bedside table.

"You wouldn't have to fight me to get me up-"
She deadpans, cutting me off as she sits beside me,
"You act like I don't know you, y/n."

I roll my eyes playfully, grabbing a pillow and hitting her with it before using it to support my back against the wall the bed was up against.
Lili handed me the tray carefully, smiling proudly as I eyed the foot like a wolf.

A glass of orange juice, eggs cooked how I liked them, bacon, toast with jam, and a mix of various cut up fruits.

"I also brought medicine, if you need it."
"I took some as soon as I woke up, but thank you; this is beautiful. Remind me to propose when my hangover is gone."

She lightly slaps my shoulder, laughing.
"So, do you remember like- anything from last night?"

"Only one thing." I lie. "Drinking myself into a coma." I groan, making her laugh again.
"Yeah you really outdid all of us, and I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing, considering you're only 20."
I smile emptily, taking a bite of toast.

With my mouth full, I ask, "Please remind me where we are, and if you know how I got into this bed."
"We're at a rental Villa house, the crew got it just for the after party. And I'd hope I'd know how you got into the bedroom, considering Timothée and I practically carried you in here."
I cringed. Not what I wanted to hear.

"Please, for the love of Mrs. Keisha, tell me I didn't embarrass myself too badly."
She only smiled, her eyes giving her away.

I groaned once again, cupping my face in my hands. "No, wait, hold on okay? I only know of you embarrassing yourself for a minute, when Timothée brought you in from the balcony and asked me to help carry you upstairs. So maybe that was the only time you acted stupidly?" She tried to make me feel better, but failed miserably.

"Okay, let me finish my last meal before I jump off that fucking balcony." I threw my head back in shame, accidentally hitting it against the wall. I hissed, grasping my head.
"Your parents really should've named you Grace." Lili cackled.

ツ

After finishing my breakfast with Lili as company, I had finally started to feel better.
I slipped on a pair of shorts Lili had went and grabbed for me, and I went with her downstairs to clean the dirty dishes I had finished using.

To my surprise, the house looked clean. No red cups everywhere, no vomit or food stains on the floor, it looked fine.

The only people around were Matt, Julia, Lily and Anthony- shockingly.
They were all sitting around the kitchen island on stools, doing their own separate things, but as they heard us enter, all heads turned to us.
Everyone grinned wildly at me, and I could feel myself being shoved into my cave of eternal cringe.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here." Matt starts, smirking.
"Miss Give-Me-Another is up already; wow." Julia took a sip of her coffee, concealing her smile.
"Let's just say, out of all of you, I wasn't expecting you to be the drinker, y/n." Lily chuckled.
"She's only three years older than me, but I'm starting to doubt it." Anthony finishes.

"I hate all of you." I scoff, turning to do the dishes.
Lili hops on the counter beside me, patting my back faux-sympathetically.

"I must say, seeing you get carried by Lili and Timmy was the peak of my year." Julia laughs.
"It was the peak of mine too." I hoarse voice calls from behind all of us.

"Well good morning, sleepy." Matt smiles as he pulls Timothée a seat beside him.
Before I could say anything, my phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out: an unknown number.
I quickly walk out to the balcony before answering it.

"Hello?"

"Is this y/n l/n?"