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Blush -Presley's POV

Presley's POV-

"Oh fuck," I groaned.

I rolled over and groaned again throwing a pillow over my face. The sun streamed in brightly making me close my eyes and burrow even further into the pillow.

"Ugh!"

I laid there silently while not moving trying not to barf everywhere. It was when I opened my eyes and realized that I was wrapped in blue sheets that I realized that I might have seriously fucked up. I sat up quickly in panic only to whimper loudly when my head began pounding severely.

I took a few more minutes trying to get my bearings when there was a soft tap on the door. I groaned at the small noise and raised the sheet up to my chin even though I was fully clothed and decent.

"Presley?" I heard Dylan's voice say softly.

"Dilly?" I croaked. "What? H-how? Ughhh!" I cried out when a sharp pain flashed through my head again.

"Here," he said as he sat on the bed next to me and handed me a bottle of pain meds.

"Oh thank the lord!" I said with a smile. "Do you know if I drank all of my vodka?"

"Seriously Pres?"

I nodded with no words.

He sighed exasperatedly. "I'm not sure. You wouldn't part with it last night, so it's probably in here somewhere... Where's your jacket?" He got up off the bed and found my jacket that was discarded on the ground next to the bed. He then pulled out the brown bag with the bottle of vodka.

I held my hand out for it with begging eyes. Everything was hurting from the too much poison- I mean vodka- that I had consumed the night before. Dylan rolled his eyes and begrudgingly handed me the bottle. I gratefully took it.

"You'd think that you wouldn't want any more of that stuff with the way you're feeling right now," Dylan commented with a pointed stare.

I ignored his words and uncapped the vile drink that made me feel like I'd been ran over by a truck. The putrid smell of vodka hit my nose and I almost gagged. I poured three pills into my hand, threw them into my mouth, then washed them down with a big gulp of the poison.

"It's the only thing that I've found to cure my hangovers," I said with a shrug as Dylan looked at me like I'd lost my mind.

Dylan looked at me with a look of impression, yet also disgust.

I got up shakily out of the bed and stretched. The gulp of the alcohol almost instantly began working and dulled the aching in my head substantially. Honestly, more alcohol was the only thing that ever worked on severe hangovers.

"So, what exactly happened last night?" I asked apprehensively.

"You don't remember?"

"Obviously not. I remember... downing like half of a fifth in a few seconds then walking around because I didn't really have anywhere to go. I haven't drunk so much in a while... I guess I didn't expect it to hit me that hard," I said with a shutter.

What was I thinking?!

"You kind of literally ran right into us last night."

"Us? Your date... ah I kind of remember that. Lexi was being a bitch."

"Pres," Dylan said exasperatedly and then snorted. "I'll agree with you on that one though; she wanted to just leave you."

"But you didn't," I said confused.