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We Are The Rebellious Youth

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Morning After

Mickey’s POV:

I woke up feeling absolutely terrible. There was a heavy painful feeling anchoring my head to the pillow. It was like my eyelashes were glued together, my eyes were refusing to open. All my limbs felt weighed down, I could barely move around. This hangover just told me that I had a good night the night before. There was just one problem, I couldn’t remember shit. I tried my best to think back to when I got in the bed or when somebody helped me to it, but the last thing I remembered was still being able to walk perfectly fine.

Eventually, my body generated enough energy for me to actually open my eyes. While the light pouring through the open blinds was just a little too bright for me to handle, I pushed through it and looked around. I recognized the room I was in as Alex’s bedroom by the many posters on the wall, the posters I had inspected the last time I was in here.

Slowly, I raised my hands up and brought them to my face to rub my eyes. I tried to find a clock somewhere to tell me how late it was, but when I looked to my right, I instead found Alex next to me on his stomach with his face hidden in a pillow. Immediately my heart started thumping and a sick feeling came over me. Maybe it was the alcohol making me feel nauseous, but when I carefully held up the duvet a little and saw that I was fully unclothed, the feeling got even worse. I was sure I was going to be sick when I peeked towards Alex’s body and found him in the exact same state.

Fuck.

“You ok?” I heard Alex’s muffled voice through the pillow. I had no idea how long he was awake, but it was obvious that he was trying to hide from the reality that was a hangover.

“Yeah,” I answered back quickly and shortly. For some strange reason, I was actually a little mad at him. He knew I didn’t want the first time we slept together again to go like this, yet he still allowed it to happen.

“Thank god,” he sighed out in relief. “I was almost convinced you were going to get alcohol poisoning at the rate you were going.”

I hummed in response and looked in the other direction. I would have moved my body, but it was too risky with the close quarters we were in. His comment just confirmed that he could remember what had happened. He wasn’t as drunk as I was, so he had the power to stop it all before it could happen. Yet, here we were, in bed naked. I knew I was supposed to get mad at myself for even letting myself get that drunk, but Alex could have made an effort to make sure we didn’t sleep together as well, especially since I obviously was too far gone.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned as he pushed himself up on his elbows. However, the movement must have caused his head to spin because he quickly fell back into the pillow and let out some profanities.

“Nothing. Just hungover like you.” I wanted to get out of there, maybe go to the bathroom so I could clean up after doing something I couldn’t remember. But I didn’t want to stand up so he could see me naked again. This wasn’t how I wanted it to go when I joked that I would have to show Alex my favorite tattoo another time.

“I know something’s wrong,” he continued to talk into the pillow, “you always have this staccato tone and speak in short sentences when something’s wrong.”

“I’m fine.” I scrunched up my nose when I could hear his observation in my voice. Why was he so observant? I didn’t even realize I did that.

“You see, you just did it again.” He mumbled and I felt some movement beside me.

Just a second or so later, I could feel him closer to me, his breath against my neck. I could already tell what he was planning on doing when the gap was closed even more. Before he could come closer the kiss me on my cheek, I held up my hand and pushed him away. The last thing I needed right now was him getting physical again.

“Ok, now I know for sure that something’s wrong.” He slowly retreated back, careful not to make his headache worse with any sudden movements. “What is it about? You were practically ignoring me for the first half of the night last night, and now you’re just pushing me away?”

I ignored him for the first half of the night? What? Obviously, I didn’t with the fact that we literally had sex. If he meant that I often went back to get another drink and sometimes got distracted by people that would start talking to me, then yes, I was totally ignoring him.

“I’m just hungover. I will throw up if somebody touches me. Personal bubble,” I told him. It was true, I didn’t like being touched when my head was pounding and my stomach was churning, it just wasn’t the whole truth.

“You’re still doing the short sentence staccato thing, though!” Alex said a little louder before groaning loudly and going back to his pillow for safety. “That was too enthusiastic… fuck…”

I became a little restless and turned back to him, seeing him massaging his forehead a little. “At least tell me we used protection.”

“What?”

“I do not need another pregnancy scare.”

“Wait,” he looked up, making eye contact with me for the first time this morning, “you’re mad cause you think we slept together?”

“Of course, I’m mad,” I burst out as loudly as our hangovers would allow us. “We discussed this!”

He shook his head softly, his eyes wide despite the light that was too bright. “No, Mickey, we haven’t discussed anything, let alone something about us having sex.”

I felt some heat going up to my cheeks, but I was sure the rosiness wasn’t visible. I really didn’t feel like going over this again. Knowing Alex, he’d want to know my entire thought process and exactly what I was thinking. I thought I had made it pretty clear when I said I was still going to wait a little while longer with having sex with anybody after my pregnancy scare. Apparently, Alex thought differently. Maybe he just thought that ‘little while longer’ was already over.

“Talk to me,” he said softer and reached out to put a hand on my shoulder before remembering I had told him not to do so.

I just groaned a little to show him I really didn’t feel like talking about it. My reputation was just getting ruined now that I was around Alex. I was the girl who didn’t give a fuck, who slept with anybody she wanted to. I could hardly tell him that I wanted things to be different for once.

“Or don’t…” he sighed. “But you can’t have any expectations if you don’t tell me what they are.”

I gave in with a deep breath out. I said I wanted things to be different, that included talking and being open about my emotions. So, I had to tell Alex what was on my mind. “All my relationships have been based on sex. I’m guessing you already know that I don’t want this to be the same way, I believe we have already established that, but I might be wrong about that too. Anyway, so I was hoping that we wouldn’t rush into that so quickly. I know it doesn’t make much sense since we already have had sex before, but…”

“Well, then you’ll be happy to know that we didn’t have sex,” Alex replied, taking me by surprise. “We were very close, like one-inch close, but you passed out before that last inch could be closed.”

“I passed out?!” I was fully awake by now if I wasn’t already. “Fuck…”

“It’s ok, though. Luckily I noticed and stopped before it was too late.”

“That just makes me wonder if I’ve even done it before… what if the other people weren't as considerate as you were?” I ran a hand through my hair, getting it stuck in all the tangles and knots.

“Shit,” Alex commented, understanding exactly what I meant.

“I mean, I never felt like I’d been-- raped before. I’d feel that, right?”

“Let’s not think about that, ok?” he pleaded and changed the subject. “At least I now know that I’m going to have to plan out ‘our first time’ just like in all sappy relationships.”

“Oh god, no.” I scrunched up my face in disgust. “Please don’t. That’s just weird.”

“I’ll take you out on a romantic date, litter the room with rose petals and candles, turn on some music to get the mood started--”

“Please, no,” I groaned and hid my face behind my hands.

He chuckled and pulled my hands away to carefully kiss me. This time I didn’t push him away and kissed him back instead. I’ll be honest and say it wasn’t the most pleasant kiss. We both hadn’t brushed our teeth and were far too dehydrated. But the moment called for it.

Suddenly, the door swung open causing us to break apart abruptly. Jack was standing there in just some shorts, starting at us.

“Fuck, shit, ah, sorry!” He blurted out, but his gaze stayed on us. He kept letting out small terrified screams, knowing he had walked in on something he probably shouldn’t have.

“Are you just going to stare?” I raised my eyebrow and pushed myself up a little, making sure the duvet wouldn’t slip down too far.

“I want to leave, but I’m frozen!” he yelled, making my head feel like it was about to explode. My headache had just gotten much worse.

Alex rolled his eyes and simply got out of bed--with only a little swaying from his dizziness--not caring that he was butt naked. He walked up to Jack and pat him on the shoulder before helping him turn around and walk out of the room. Jack muttered some thank-yous as he continued his way down the hall all by himself.

“Does he do that often?” I inquired as I held the blanket close to my chest and sat up slowly.

“He’s just a little weird,” Alex excused and walked to his dresser to pull out a new pair of boxers that he quickly slipped on. When he opened another drawer he asked me, “would you like to borrow some clothes?”

I was about to decline but then remembered what my costume was. No way was I going to put that on again. I did have those extra clothes with me, but it wouldn’t have surprised me if that bag had vanished into thin air. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He handed me a basic t-shirt and some basketball shorts, picking up my panties from the floor as he walked past them. Most people would have been embarrassed if somebody touched their underwear like that, especially since it was a thong, but I was long past that point. If you hadn’t realized by now, I had no shame unless it came to this whole relationship thing.

I put on the shirt when I was still in the bed, still craftily trying to make sure that the duvet wouldn’t be dropped too soon. Once the shirt was properly on, I got out of bed. It covered everything, so I just put on my underwear and the shorts when I was stood up. It was way easier that way.

When both Alex and I were ready, we went downstairs together. I checked the time to see it was already half-past ten, meaning that everybody who had passed out either in the house or outside had woken up by now and done the walk of shame back home in their costumes. Usually, I was also one of those people, but I actually was allowed to stay this time. Perks of dating the host.

We entered the kitchen to see that all the chairs except for two were occupied. Rian, Zack, and one other guy and another girl were seated while Jack was scavenging for food in one of the cupboards. I swiftly sat down in the middle empty chair, deciding that I did not want to stand up.

“Ah, look, they decided to join.” Jack smirked at us and continued searching for whatever he wanted.

“You guys have fun last night?” Alex asked as he sat down next to me.

Zack shrugged and slouched in his chair. He didn’t look all too great, some traces of face paint still on his skin. “I mean, you and Mickey were sucking faces non-stop, so I’m guessing you had a great time.”

“Hmm, you guys kept going on and on about how much you guys loved each other. It was quite sickening,” Jack added, his face still in the cupboard.

I frowned at him despite the fact that he couldn’t see me. “Ok, that’s a lie. That totally doesn’t make any sense. We’ve only been dating for just over a week. Don’t get in over your head.”

“Agreed,” Alex nodded, having a similar reaction to Jack’s claim.

“Fine, I’m lying,” Jack sighed out in defeat, “but you guys were drunk enough to have done that.”

“I’ve had enough scares this morning, nobody can trick me anymore,” I announced and looked at Rian who was right across from me. The girl with brown hair was sat next to him and rested her head against his shoulder. He turned his head a little to kiss the top of her head. My mouth fell open. “Oh my god, I see it now!”

“Oh, really?!” Rian gasped in mock-surprisement. He knew exactly what I was talking about. This was the first time I actually noticed his girlfriend.

“I guess all my makeup just blinded my vision for so long,” I made up as a reason. “Which actually reminds me… I didn’t check in the mirror to see how terrible I look.”

“You look fine,” Alex promised me. “Trust me, if there was black running down your cheeks, I would have warned you--”

There was a loud ruckus of things falling out of the cupboard Jack was checking out. He jumped away and let out a high pitched scream. Immediately, everybody else in the room groaned with annoyance and clutched their heads.

“Jack, the fuck,” Zack whined as he massaged his temples.

“Ok, I’m going to make you guys a cure,” I got up from my seat and took the blender from its storage in one of the corners. “Have you all already taken some advil?”

They all shook their heads, so I looked at Alex. “Do you have some?”

He nodded and pulled it out of one of the small cupboards that contained random items. I gave everybody one and told them, “don’t take it yet, you’re going to have to chase it down with what I’m giving you.”

I proceeded to mix random ingredients I found together. That was the magic of this ‘cure’. It was never the same. I always just used whatever I thought would work. Of course, the things didn’t work all too well together, but the hangover was always cured. It was mainly because of one ingredient, though.

I found my bottle of tequila that had barely been touched. “Awe, I love tequila. Why did nobody drink it?” I took a sip right from the bottle, letting the burn coat my throat.

“Are you seriously drinking more right now?” Rian’s eyes bulged out.

“Yeah, obviously.” I gave him a weird look and poured a couple of shots into the mixture free handedly. I never knew exactly how much to put in, but the fact that it was in there was what counted.

“Oh no, I’m not drinking that!”

“Ok, don’t,” I shrugged as I blended it together one last time and pulled out seven glasses, “but you don’t get to complain about your hangover.”

He didn’t say anything after that. I prepared all the glasses and handed them out. However, when I wanted to sit back down I was met with Jack having taken my chair. I glared at him for a while, but he claimed that I moved and that it was rightfully his. To my surprise, Alex pulled me down on his lap instead. I was super confused as to why he did it and why he gave me a chaste kiss on my left shoulder that was slightly exposed, but I decided to accept it. Looking at Rian and his girlfriend, it seemed like this was just something that couples did.

“Ok, so, don’t think about what you’re drinking, don’t taste it,” I warned everybody while I held the advil with my broken hand and my glass with my other. “Put the advil in your mouth first and just drink the entire glass. Do not hesitate or do it in two goes. Literally, just chug it.”

“Like the drinks you gave me last night?” Alex asked with a sly undertone.

“Listen up, I don’t remember shit about last night, you could have declined it. I don’t even know what I made you drink.” I defended myself.

“Everything.” He winked at me before he followed my prior instructions.

Notes


I had this written a day after I put up the last chapter. I completely forgot about it xD I literally thought I still hadn't written a word for this story. Well, this was a nice surprise after a shitty week so far.

Comments

@Daydreamers
A little cliffhanger here and there never hurt anybody....
Also, update. The epilogue is at 6679 words. Motivation and inspiration are low so it's taking me so long to even start writing. I know what needs to happen, I want to write it, but words aren't working.

i’ve been left with too many cliffhangers in the past to trust you lol

Daydreamers Daydreamers
7/13/20

@Daydreamers
There's nothing to be scared of....

i’m excited but scared at the same time

Daydreamers Daydreamers
6/16/20

@Daydreamers
It's probably because it went downhill so suddenly a quickly. There's no closure. The epilogue will end quite open...