Precious

Bugatti

I woke up in a new Bugatti.....

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I really wish I could tell you what happened last night, but I honestly don't remember. 

We were all so drunk that when I woke up everyone else was passed out on the floor. I laughed as I acknowledged that my dizziness and major headache was so typical, it used to happen every Saturday when I was with Nata, Stefan, and David in the seventh grade. It was funny how in two years, some things never changed, yet others would never be the same.

I realized that I had to wake Davie up because his arm was on top of my stomach and his head was cradled on my neck. I waited a couple seconds though, because my headache was killing me and because he wasn't wearing his shirt so his golden tanned back was distracting me. I successfully managed, after ogling Davie, to lift myself from underneath him without waking him up.

I looked for Natalia and she was right next to me, she was wearing Davie's shirt and Stefan had his hand over her back too, and he didn't have a shirt either. Then I realized I was wearing his shirt, and I laughed.

Nobody was up, and hating to be lonely, I decided I would kiss Davie to wake up - like I used to when we were younger.

I went down on my knees and leaned in very slowly into him and pressed my lips against his. I could feel his warm breath on my face quicken. It took him only seconds to kiss me back and reach for my neck to try to intensify the kiss but I giggled and turned away. He groaned, as I lifted myself up and stood up

"Don't go.."

"Davie! Do you need a coffee?" I asked.

"No.. I need you." He moaned.

"Rawr." I groaled like a lion and giggled again, I waited for a reply.

"Ugh," was the only one I got.

I went down the hallway to go find a maid in the kitchen to make a coffee, but I was still a little bit dizzy and wanted to change out of my Vodka-smelling shirt. But then something grabbed my waist. I giggled and turned thinking it was David, but never got the chance to verify, since this someone kissed me.

My eyes popped open as this stranger kissed me. Oh, it was Stefan. Wonderful Stefan. I kissed him back quickly, and when he broke away all I could do was laugh. Kissing Stefan was like breathing, totally normal, totally boring; you didn't even know you're doing it.  

I guess in a normal situation I would've questioned why he wanted to kiss me. But I was hung over and I was a little confused about what was going on, so all I could say was, "Coffee?"

"No thanks," Stefan shook his head and raised up his hand. "You know, I've really missed you 'Stell. And you've gotten hotter, if that's possible." Stefan's cute smile contrasted his raspy voice.

He was obviously still recovering from our wild night, but he sounded sincere – which wasn't a normal thing for Stefan, who lived off of sarcasm and jokes.

"Stefan I've forgotten how much I like you when you're hungover." I laughed.

The puppy-like Stefan I used to know was known for getting what he wanted, for being jealous and doing whatever he felt like. The strong and bulky one before me didn't seem much different, but he did seem a bit more humble (though it did seem his vainness remained as his hair looked extremely gelled even after last night).

"I've missed you too and you've become quite the babe yourself." I punched his naked shoulder.

I really loved Stefan, he had always been on my side whenever Nata would bully me, and although he never stopped her from doing so, he had still been there for me time and time again. He was like an awesome big bro - the type that had the big, brawny arms and gave the best hugs. I had loved him and still did, but like a brother - and not like my brother Jude. Speaking of which...