We belong together [Rewriting]

03 [Rewritten]

~Evernly

A low growl escaped my lips as I snuggled further into the crinkled sheet, tugging at the blanket to get it over my head. Bright light seeping into the room blinding me. Frowning in my sleep as the blanket refused to obey me. Annoyed, I added more power to the tugging and I let out a content sigh as the blanket moved in compliance.

I turned to sleeping on my other side, the clothing I was wearing twisted strangling my body, restricting me from breathing freely. It felt like I was zipped in a straight jacket. As I had that in mind, a hint foreign yet familiar scent assaulted my nostrils, I sniffed trying to process and remember where I know it from but I couldn't smell in a anymore. It was gone like it was never there to begin with and maybe it wasn't

Masculine, that's the word that came to mind when I had a whiff of that scent. The scent was masculine with a hint of wood and.... chocolate?

Suddenly and all at once, images flooded my frontal cortex in a painful rush. Vero, the party, grinding on strangers and  kissing strangers. I felt my heart stop then sank as I squeaked. The memories terrified me to my core making me shoot up from the bed. I regret that immediately as I felt sharp pain shot up at the side of my head. Like someone started playing bongo drums inside my head, it pounded with a loud fast beat clung. But the hangover headache was an after thought, it barely registered compared to the events of last night I can't recall because scanning my mind, my memories of last night were hazy at best. I ranked my brain trying to remember but came out empty handed and the more I thought the more my head hurt.

I felt a bit of relief as I saw the insides of my room. I have never been more glad to see so much pink after a ass kicking hangover. As Vero would say, my room looked like Barbie's vagina and at the time I laughed because it was true, my room had so much pink, from the drapes, the dresser, most of my picture frames and my blanket. Black and pink, that was my theme.

The relief was fleeting as I vaguely remember making out with someone, his hands going up my thighs. "Oh my god." I whispered, covering my face with both my hands mortified. My breaths came out in increments and shaky and my voice quivering.

"Please tell me it's someone I don't know.... Or is it better if it was someone I do know. Either it can't be real." I thought to myself, praying silently as I closed my eyes trying to remember the boys face.

Maybe it was a girl. That would not be good bit it won't be as bad. What if it was a girl? Letting the thought settled, I began to panic recalling how the person made me feel. Does that mean I'm gay?

Beginning to recall more and more detail, I tried to piece the information together yet his face was still obscured from me. His, he was a guy. I wasn't sure what sort of relief that brought but I was glad I wasn't questioning my sexuality on top of the colossal of emotions I was feeling but I could recall how he made me feel, how I wanted him to take me, how I wanted to give myself to him. His lips were soft, he tasted of booze and nicotine. His eyes.... his eyes were sort of green, I remember because I couldn't stop telling him how pretty they were. I liked it when they followed every movement I made, I couldn't get enough of him, I couldn't stop looking at his eyes so why can't I recall more of his features?