*~Dog Dreams~* -Skephalo-

~Chapter 19: The Day After~

Vincent's POV:

I groaned as I woke up. I opened my eyes slowly. Why is it so cold?  I noticed I was only wearing my boxers. What..happened last night?

I rubbed my head, trying to remember. I was with Clay..then he kissed me! I blushed. I couldn't remember anything after that. My neck felt sore.

I got up to look in a mirror and my eyes widened. My neck and shoulders were covered with bite marks and hickeys. Did Clay do this? My hair was also a complete mess. With all this theres no way..did we fuck? It wasnt unlikely with the way I was looking.

I just wish I would've remembered it. Wait, where's Clay though? He wasnt in the bed. Was I with someone else? I hoped not. Leaving my room I walked around the house to see if there was anyone else.

I peeked into Zaks room. There, Zak had his arms around Darryl, his face buried into his back. I closed his door and walked into the living room.

There was Clay, spread out across the couch. He was also only wearing boxers, with marks and bruises on his neck and chest. Jesus, I cant believe I did that to him.

"Clay.." I nudged him.

"Hmm..I haven't gotten up, go away Darryl," He mumbled.

Darryl..? "Clay its Vincent."

"Huh? Oh hi Vincent..wait! No I dont wanna sleep in the car! Go back to bed!" He yelled.

"What? What are you talking about? Clay, its morning," I said.

"Oh..what?" He rubbed his eyes and sat up, "Vincent! What happened to you?"

"You happened to me Clay," I rolled my eyes, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

"I did all that..?" He shook his head, "I dont remember much at all."

"I know, Darryl said he doesn't drink, he probably knows."

"Okay, wait, did we..?" His face turned red.

"I dont know, that's why we need to ask Darryl," I told him.

We walked back to Zaks room.

Zaks POV:

"Darryl wake up!" I heard two people yelling.

"What..guys I'm trying to sleep," I sat up in my bed.

"Oh, sorry Zak, but we need to ask Darryl something," I heard Vincent's voice.

I opened my eyes fully to look at them. "Jesus christ guys, do you two fuck last night?" I looked at the marks and hickeys covering their upper torsos.

"We dont know!" They said.

"I wish I could remember.." Clay looked away.

"That sucks..you guys must've both been really drunk," I said.

"We might've not though, we need to ask Darryl what happened. Unless you know?" Vincent explained.

"No, I dont. I must've drank to much aswell," I rubbed the back of my head.

"Not to point out anything, but both you and Darryl dont have shirts on either," Clay said.

"Wh-What?" I stuttered, "We have pants on!"

"Okay okay, can you wake Darryl up now?" Clay replied.

"Yeah," I shook Darryl, "Darry wake up."