Starting Over (ITILMBBF Sequel)

I'm Fine

The light filtering in through the blinds woke me the next morning. With squinted eyes I watched as the dust danced around the sun rays peaking through the window, reminding me to give the room another thorough cleaning. Funny, I thought, I just deep cleaned when I moved in.

Opening my eyes fully to inspect the dust gave way to a pounding headache of monumental proportions. I groaned, closing my eyes immediately, letting my hands run over my face. I'd never felt like this before. Maybe I had gone overboard last night at the party, I admitted to myself while letting my hands fall to the way side.

The party, I think and another groan passes through my lips. What an absolute disaster. Between my split decision to get high for the very first time and Adam's brutal reaction, I never wanted to go to a party again. The only bright spot of the night was learning that Chace isn't with Jackie, but even that was tainted by my need to lie to him about my own relationship status.

I ceased moving altogether when my hand lands on a leg much too muscular to be mine. My heart beats faster, there was someone in the bed with me. Someone who I very well may not know. I thought back to all the guys at the party last night. I'd only really known Chace, Adam, and Aaron. Squeezing my eyes shut and clasping my hands together I sent a quick prayer to God that I'd come home with my best friend last night, but if I was keeping score after the petulant and dangerous show I'd put on last night I wasn't in any position to be asking favors from a higher power.

I peaked my eyes open again and gave the room a quick scan. Across from the bed was a rather large stereo system on top a dresser. The wall behind it was a blue, matching the accents of the gray stripped comforter I was currently underneath with a man sporting a mop of blonde hair. Okay so I didn't come home with Aaron. I came home with-

"Morning," the man mumbled from his turned over position.

"Chace!"

He groaned, turning over to face me, "Skye."

"We didn't... ah, we didn't?"

"Relax, we didn't do anything."

He looked down, gesturing to our still very clothed bodies. Albeit, my crop top was slightly askew. I pulled the thin material down, adjusting it over my bosom while I thought back to last night. Drunk memories flooded my mind of Chace having been my watch dog as I went incredibly overboard. Then running up from the basement into a sturdy chest, with a hand petting my hair... Chace. My heart swelled at the thought of him taking care of me, ensuring that I was okay. My eyes glanced down, tempted to kiss his plush lips, but I scattered the thought from my brain by glancing around the room.

"Why am I in your bed?" I asked, still fuzzy on the night's ending.

"I was going to put you in yours, but by the time we got back you were still a total wreck. I was worried about leaving you alone," he shrugged.

Oh just great. I was trying to show that I was a grown up who could take care of herself and my ex-boyfriend had to bring me home from a party because I was shitfaced and sobbing. This did not bode well for adult Skye.

"Well," I struggled with the words, scratching the back of my neck, "Thank you."

"Any time," he moaned with shut eyes. Presumably enjoying the last few seconds of restful sleep before I launched into question mode.

"You brought me home?"

"Yep."

"...Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"You didn't have to take me. I could've managed." I mumbled, picking at the the hem of my jeans.