the cherry boys • cancer crew au

01

unedited.
chapter track: oily water by blur
w: present tense.

i wake with a start, panicked and confused, even more so as i notice my bed has more than just me in it. to my left a redheaded woman sleeping on her side, she's facing the wall so i can't get a good look at her face but chances are she's my type or i wouldn't have brought her back to my room. though...i was drunk.....she could be absolutely repulsive; i may've fallen victim to a bad case of beer goggles yet again.

the source of my confusion lay just to my right, george, sound asleep tightly hugging one of my pillows. the reactionary part of me is terrified that i may have had an accidental drunk threesome but the other, more logically and cognitive part of me remembers fragments of georges' appearance early in the morning.

he was worse then i was last night and from my spotty memory he banged on my door until i opened it to him muttering gibberish and so pissed drunk he was nearly falling over. i had no choice but to pull him into my dorm and let him stay.

and the panic could be traced to the yelling outside of my room. max and chad shout through the door for me to get up, thankfully the woman was still asleep, honestly how could she be with maxs' loud mouth and chad nearly breaking the door down with each knock, but i needed to get george up.

i try my best shaking him, being trapped between two sleeping bodies really limited my movement. my only backup plan is to push him off the bed and with a killer headache clouding my better judgement i do just that. flipped onto my side i use both hands and my feet to roll george off the side of my bed, i struggle at first because george is a much bigger man than i am but with as much strength as i could muster i kick him off.

a thud sounds throughout the room waking both george and the woman by my side, the two of them look around lost and disheveled before they meet eyes, awkwardly they mumbled 'good morning' to one another and look to me to explain. they stare, blinking, patiently like they're children expecting an answer to a painfully long awaited question. very hungover children waiting to know whether anything had happened between the three of us or not.

i take a moment to absorb their hungover features, they're both still very attractive, i can say that, without being attracted to them. at least romantically speaking. had we not been in this exact situation then i might've been proud to have two good looking people in bed with me. and in my internal cockiness i let what i was thinking slip out.

"oh wow. you're not as ugly as i thought you'd be." the two scoff at my comment which i hadn't meant for them to hear anyway. last night's "date" scowls at me, obviously hurt by my comment though i don't really care much.

"dude you don't just say that to someone." george pipes up from the floor, whether or not he actually means it is another thing.

"ugh look—i know what it looks like," i start off, turning to face the redhead, "we slept together but—he showed up later needing a place to stay the night or he probably would've gotten arrested or done something stupid." motioning to the woman then myself and lastly george who now searches for his pants. his searching doesn't make my story sound as truthful as it is but the redhead waves dismissively, flopping onto the mattress wanting to go back to bed. probably still mad at what i said.

i allow her to get back to sleep and slip from underneath the blankets, thankfully wearing underwear. chads' knocking had subsided, thank god, but max would yell something incoherent every so often before blowing up my phone with a wall of texts then start shouting again. george had finally found his pants, shuffling into my bathroom slamming the door making my date stir in bed.

quickly, i rummage through my closet pulling out a plane white shirt and whatever pants i can find. putting them on not caring if redhead was in the room, just wanting to shut max up and get on with whatever the day has in store.