Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

December 18th - Under editing

Once I woke up, I didn't open my eyes. I felt weird, but I knew what feeling like this meant and it definitely wasn't good; I had a headache, my body was sore and I knew I was in a bed that wasn't mine, just by how fucking soft this mattress was. It was the feeling of having done something really, really stupid - the feeling of having a drunk one night stand.

Reluctant, I opened my eyes slowly and turned my head to the right to see the person I've slept with.

Shit. This is so wrong.

"Luke," I whispered his name. "Luke, wake up, you wanker." He groaned and looked at me sleepily. It took a few second for him to wake up and for his blue eyes to widen in realisation of what had happened.

He jerked his gaze back to the ceiling. "Fuck, no offence to you, but please tell me we didn't do what I think we did."

I hid my face in my pillow. Well, Luke's pillow, but whatever. "I don't know." I can't believe I may have slept with Luke. I was barely friends with him and we might have ruined all that was there already.

"Well, I guess it's a good sign that I'm still wearing my jeans." There was a slight smirk in his voice and my head jerked up, just in time to see him wiping the covers of his legs, revealing his dark blue jeans. But I, opposite to him, was painfully aware of my bare legs and belly under the covers. I glanced quickly under the blankets, and was really relieved to see my black laced bra and panties. "And I'm still wearing my underwear." I said in relief.

Luke sighed and said softly; "So, what do we do now?"

I thought for a second before replying carefully "Well, eh, do you by any chance know what kind of drunk you are, how you act when you're intoxicated?" I admit, it was a strange question, though he answered nonetheless.

"Yeah, kinda. When I get drunk, I first start acting like a five year old kid. And if I drink some more after that, I do uncontrollable things, how about you?"

It was really awkward having this kind of conversation here, in his bed, while he was shirtless and I was only in my underwear. "When I get drunk, there is this small period that I get out of control. Between three to seven sips more and I suddenly become like a five year old."

"And why did you ask this?" He didn't sound weirded out, just curious.

"Well, we're both here, and we both know we can act like we're five years old when we're drunk. Also, all signs say we didn't do it. I don't remember anything, you neither, I suppose - or you'd have said something. I would say we decide right now, that nothing happened between us last night and leave it at that."

Luke nodded and stretched his arms out above his head. "And what if we did...you know, unprotected and stuff?"

I chuckled lowly. "Well, then we might've got a baby Luke running about in nine months." His eyes widened in shock and I shot into a fit of laughter. "I was joking dumbass, ofcourse I wouldn't keep it. Besides, I'm on the pill anyway."

"Okay then, wanna get breakfast?" Luke dismissed the subject quickly, addressing more important matters.

My stomach grumbled in agreement. I nodded but whispered to myself, "strange, usually, no one offers breakfast after one night stands."

"One night stands?" Echoed Luke, shock evident in his voice. "Becca, have you been in this situation before?"

I blushed under his piercing gaze. "Well, no, not like this. More like I woke up after certainly knowing that I had a one night stand."

"Stands is plural, as is not one. How ofter did this happen Becky?" I was too busy formulating a proper answer to even scold him on the nickname.

"Let me see, three times." I flinched upon hearing my own answer.

He visibly was relieved to hear it wasn't the ten times he clearly was expecting, so I explained; "Well, what I meant, is that when I woke up in that situation, we would look at each other in shock, gather our clothes and get out. No breakfast included." I smiled, but Luke did not smile back. He still looked at me with those piercing blue eyes, those that look so much like my own. I dared not meet his gaze, afraid of what he could discover about me once again. Luke hesitated for a second, before asking softly; "Becky, your first time, was it one of the three?" I shook my head. "It was out of free will right? You weren't drunk or something, right?"

I did not answer, but bit my lip and stared to the ceiling. These were not subjects I wanted to talk about with someone that was practically a stranger. I felt his hand on my arm, but with all the memories coming back to me, I flinched away, scared for touch. Luke sat up and looked at me worriedly. "Was your first... was it taken from you?"

That five word question, it made me wanna curl into a ball and disappear. Like I said, those blue eyes could discover so much about me, even when I wasn't even meeting his gaze. I shivered but nodded slowly, not sure what I was even nodding for - my reaction said everything. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Of course," Luke replied easily. "and I'm not going to make you because such things are highly personal. Shall we go downstairs and eat something? I can make pancakes?" He could talk so fancy sometimes.

I smiled nonetheless, relieved that the subject had been dropped and scanned the ground for my clothes. As the little red heap caught my eye, I groaned. I'd forgotten I wore that tight red dress last night.

"Luke, can I borrow a hoodie and some sweatpants from you? I am not going to wear that hell thing they call a dress, especially not at nine in the morning."

He grinned and replied, "Sure, in my closet, second shelf, left side."

I got up and walked to the closet, throwing the doors open. Behind me, I hear a soft wolf whistle and I rolled my eyes at him. "What? I must say, you look quite hot in your underwear."

I looked down to my flat tummy and muscled arms. I wasn't unhappy about how I looked like, but completely satisfied I wasn't either. My shoulders were too broad for my liking and my legs contained too many muscles, making them too thick. I looked at Luke, who was still lying at bed, and studied him, since he clearly had studied me. He definitely was hot, no point denying that, but he wasn't the typical six-pack and messed up hair type of hot. For one, Luke didn't have a six-pack. Yet, I must say, because you could see one forming. For the hair, he didn't mess up is hair nor did he stylise it. He just simply didn't care. No, Luke was a different kind of hot, one I couldn't explain. So I replied while getting the clothes; "Thanks, you don't look bad either."

"Not bad?" He replied to my back, since I was putting the sweatpants on. "Singsong, we both know I'm steaming hot, no one can resist me."

I rolled my eyes at him and walked to the bedroom door. "Are we getting food now or not?"

***

I slowly turned the key and opened the front door, trying to sneak into my room, hoping my sister wouldn't notice. But like always at noon on a Saturday, there was no way in hell Sophine wouldn't be awake and waiting for me. It was a lost cause.

And I was right, she was sitting on the couch, the TV was on, but her gaze was at me when I entered. It took her one glance over my appearance for her to say; "You're wearing boy's clothes, your hair is messed, you've got bags under your eyes. Rebecca Fray, did you have sex?"

Automatically, my hand went up to my hair and I groaned, this deep sound at the back of my throat that I'd been aching to let out all morning. "I don't know okay?"

Soph raised an eyebrow and patted the spot beside her on the couch. "You don't know? Sit down and explain to me, please."

And so I did. "You know that friend of mine, Luke, who came here twice? He threw a party yesterday, and me and the band were on stage you know. Well, after the party, let's just say Luke and I had something to celebrate and so we had some shots. And this morning we woke up in bed, but we were both still wearing clothes and such. So really, I don't know. I hope not."

Sophine stared at me in disbelief. "Seriously sis, you fucked up very pretty again."

She was right, I fucked up very pretty again.