Losing Is Uncool
I lost a bet and thus i had to post something. It's not fic, and it's short.
Title: Alarm Clock
Fandom: None...it's all original and shit
Pairing: OFC/OFC
Rating: It's relativly harmless, let's rate it.....PG-ish.
Summary: The morning after a night of drinking.
Notes: It's short, which I already said, and it's semi-inspired from a true story. Tequila is my friend, i don't care what the floor says.
The alarm on my phone split my head in two, effectively waking me up from my peaceful slumber.
“Shit…” I said grabbing my head and forcing an eye open to scan my location and the whereabouts of my phone. A hand holding my phone came into my view and I took the phone without a second thought. “Thanks…” I said before realising that I was indeed pressed up against a warm body. I flipped open my phone and sighed. Stupid class. I sat up, swinging my legs off of the bed that definitely wasn’t mine and ran a hand through my hair. At least I was dressed…well…mostly. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw Natalie watching me from her position on the pillows. “Hey.” I said with a sigh of relief. She smirked. “I’ve got to get to class.” I scanned the floor of the room looking for my discarded clothing. Not that I really wanted to wear the clothes from last night, but it didn’t look like I had a choice.
“There’s clothes in the closet you know.” Natalie said with a smile in her voice. I blushed and nodded, going to her closet and sifting through her clothes.
“You own something white?” I asked smirking as I fingered the oxford shirt. “Where’s my camera when I need it?” I joked then thought back to last night. Where was my camera? I grabbed one of her many black shirts and pulled it over my head, finding my jeans I pulled them on, ignoring the smell of stale smoke and beer that was ingrained in the fabric.
“You comin’ back?” she asked as I was walking out the door. I paused in the doorway and nodded. I wasn’t all too clear on what went on last night and there was only one way to find out…after class. I walked down the hallway, noting how many people had crashed on the floor and down the stairs to the kitchen where Deryk was already making food.
“Hey Jersey, I didn’t expect you up so soon.” He said with a smile. I shrugged.
“Class.” I said and found myself a glass and some juice to fill it with. I looked out the window and winced at the light flooding in from outside. Deryk chuckled, causing me to turn and look at him expectantly.
“I bet your hurtin’, you were a riot last night.” He said with his full bodied laugh.
“Good to know.” I said downing the juice. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He tossed me some keys and to my credit I caught them without fumbling. I looked up at him.
“I don’t know where you left your car, but it sure isn’t here.” He said and turned back to the skillet. I groaned and walked out of the house. I saw Deryk's car parked almost sideways in the driveway and hopped in, manoeuvring it to the university.
I spent the entire class piecing together what I could remember of the night before. The result was a headache and a decision to just ditch the rest of the day. I drove Deryk’s car back to his place and waltzed in like I owned the place.
“Anyone else up yet?” I asked, tossing him back his keys. He looked up from the paper and shook his head.
“I thought you were going to class.” He said with that damn all knowing smirk. I shrugged.
“I went to one.” I said and walked back up the stairs and through the hallway. Bodies had shifted slightly, not much, a couple even looked semi-awake. I stood in front of Natalie’s door and debated knocking before taking a small breath and pushing the door open. She hadn’t moved, or if she had, not much.
“That was quick.” She mumbled against the pillow. I grinned. She reached out and pulled the covers up in her version of an invitation. I paused again, debating my options. “You have thirty seconds to strip and get in here before I refuse to tell you anything about last night.” She growled. My grin evolved into a smile and I stepped out of my jeans and slid back into the spot I’d vacated only an hour earlier.
I was going to ask, I really was, but I got distracted by sleeping.
When I woke up for the second time, I was pressed up against the same warm body, her arm slung lazily across my waist, and I’d never been so comfortable. I looked up to study her face, the curve of her lips, the eyelashes that were dark and endless.
“You’re sort of a creep.” She said without opening her eyes. She of all people would know what it felt like to be watched. Her tongue darted out and wet her lips, at the same time my mouth went dry. “You know, I expected you to run like hell when you woke up.” She said opening her eyes. I blushed.
“Why would I do that?” I asked with as much confidence as I could muster under the conditions. She raised her eyebrow into a perfect arc before shifting slightly, reminding us both that, despite the size of the bed, we were an entanglement of skin and very little clothing. “Oh…that.” I said, blushing deeper. She nodded and licked her lips again, and it crossed my mind she was doing it on purpose. I tried to act all nonchalant, and shrugged, making her smile even wider.
“Don’t worry, nothing happened.” She said pushing a piece of hair away from my face. I had to fight the urge to ask why and settled for nodding.
“So are you going to tell me what did happen, or just dangle it all day?” I asked. She rolled onto her back, pulling me along for the ride so I was resting on her chest. I took a deep breath to steady myself but instead inhaled her scent that miraculously was still appetizing, even after last night.
“You sure you want to know?” she asked with a grin. I groaned and buried my head in her shoulder, with surprising ease. She laughed. “No it wasn’t that bad…how much do you remember?”
“I remember…you making fun of people down at the Roxy…and the band playing…I think I got punched in the back of the head…and…then we went to…..Pat’s?” I recounted with some effort. Her hand was combing through my hair and it was making me sleepy.
“So you don’t remember playing with Pat’s stereo?” she prompted. I thought for a minute before shaking my head. “So you don’t remember dancing…” I groaned again and tried to hide my face. “Nothing bad, we were all dancing, you were on a table, but we were all dancing…and then someone dared you to recount the William Wallace speech…you did a very good job by the way, drunken accent and all, and crowned yourself king of the carpet.”
“King of the Carpet?” I asked and she nodded, I just accepted my tomfoolery and let her continue.
“Then Deryk and I went out for a smoke…and came back in to find you kissing Greenburg.” She said in a teasing voice.
“I was what?” I said sitting up to look at her.
“Deryk put a stop to that quickly, and then we came back here to crash, but ended up playing video games for a while. You stated you were tired and needed a place to rest your crown…so Greenburg got up and started you towards his room, then Justin grabbed you and pulled you to his room, then Grant came and tried to convince you that he had a waterbed…but luckily I came to your rescue, at which point you told Deryk that you were gonna sleep with me and to man the pots or something…end story.” She said. As she talked the memories came flooding back like a really bad dream.
“I kissed you.” I stated softly. I could feel the blush burning my cheeks and started to roll off of her chest. Unfortunately she’s a lot stronger than she seems and held me in place almost effortlessly.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked. I sighed; last night had come back in a tidal wave of nausea. I remembered leaning on her as she led me to her room, then leaning against the door as she helped me out of my shoes and undid my belt for me, buckles were a tricky thing to master when intoxicated. The ‘kiss’ was more of me cupping her face while attempting to hit her lips with mine; from what I remember I wasn’t very successful.
“I should go.” I said squirming to get out of her grip, which had tightened considerably.
“No.” she stated with confidence. I stopped and looked at her face, which was a mere centimetre away from my face.
“No?” I questioned. My eyes were focused on her lips as she wet them again. When I moved to look her in the eyes again she explained.
“You should stay.” She said with a smile.
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Title: Alarm Clock
Fandom: None...it's all original and shit
Pairing: OFC/OFC
Rating: It's relativly harmless, let's rate it.....PG-ish.
Summary: The morning after a night of drinking.
Notes: It's short, which I already said, and it's semi-inspired from a true story. Tequila is my friend, i don't care what the floor says.
The alarm on my phone split my head in two, effectively waking me up from my peaceful slumber.
“Shit…” I said grabbing my head and forcing an eye open to scan my location and the whereabouts of my phone. A hand holding my phone came into my view and I took the phone without a second thought. “Thanks…” I said before realising that I was indeed pressed up against a warm body. I flipped open my phone and sighed. Stupid class. I sat up, swinging my legs off of the bed that definitely wasn’t mine and ran a hand through my hair. At least I was dressed…well…mostly. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw Natalie watching me from her position on the pillows. “Hey.” I said with a sigh of relief. She smirked. “I’ve got to get to class.” I scanned the floor of the room looking for my discarded clothing. Not that I really wanted to wear the clothes from last night, but it didn’t look like I had a choice.
“There’s clothes in the closet you know.” Natalie said with a smile in her voice. I blushed and nodded, going to her closet and sifting through her clothes.
“You own something white?” I asked smirking as I fingered the oxford shirt. “Where’s my camera when I need it?” I joked then thought back to last night. Where was my camera? I grabbed one of her many black shirts and pulled it over my head, finding my jeans I pulled them on, ignoring the smell of stale smoke and beer that was ingrained in the fabric.
“You comin’ back?” she asked as I was walking out the door. I paused in the doorway and nodded. I wasn’t all too clear on what went on last night and there was only one way to find out…after class. I walked down the hallway, noting how many people had crashed on the floor and down the stairs to the kitchen where Deryk was already making food.
“Hey Jersey, I didn’t expect you up so soon.” He said with a smile. I shrugged.
“Class.” I said and found myself a glass and some juice to fill it with. I looked out the window and winced at the light flooding in from outside. Deryk chuckled, causing me to turn and look at him expectantly.
“I bet your hurtin’, you were a riot last night.” He said with his full bodied laugh.
“Good to know.” I said downing the juice. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He tossed me some keys and to my credit I caught them without fumbling. I looked up at him.
“I don’t know where you left your car, but it sure isn’t here.” He said and turned back to the skillet. I groaned and walked out of the house. I saw Deryk's car parked almost sideways in the driveway and hopped in, manoeuvring it to the university.
I spent the entire class piecing together what I could remember of the night before. The result was a headache and a decision to just ditch the rest of the day. I drove Deryk’s car back to his place and waltzed in like I owned the place.
“Anyone else up yet?” I asked, tossing him back his keys. He looked up from the paper and shook his head.
“I thought you were going to class.” He said with that damn all knowing smirk. I shrugged.
“I went to one.” I said and walked back up the stairs and through the hallway. Bodies had shifted slightly, not much, a couple even looked semi-awake. I stood in front of Natalie’s door and debated knocking before taking a small breath and pushing the door open. She hadn’t moved, or if she had, not much.
“That was quick.” She mumbled against the pillow. I grinned. She reached out and pulled the covers up in her version of an invitation. I paused again, debating my options. “You have thirty seconds to strip and get in here before I refuse to tell you anything about last night.” She growled. My grin evolved into a smile and I stepped out of my jeans and slid back into the spot I’d vacated only an hour earlier.
I was going to ask, I really was, but I got distracted by sleeping.
When I woke up for the second time, I was pressed up against the same warm body, her arm slung lazily across my waist, and I’d never been so comfortable. I looked up to study her face, the curve of her lips, the eyelashes that were dark and endless.
“You’re sort of a creep.” She said without opening her eyes. She of all people would know what it felt like to be watched. Her tongue darted out and wet her lips, at the same time my mouth went dry. “You know, I expected you to run like hell when you woke up.” She said opening her eyes. I blushed.
“Why would I do that?” I asked with as much confidence as I could muster under the conditions. She raised her eyebrow into a perfect arc before shifting slightly, reminding us both that, despite the size of the bed, we were an entanglement of skin and very little clothing. “Oh…that.” I said, blushing deeper. She nodded and licked her lips again, and it crossed my mind she was doing it on purpose. I tried to act all nonchalant, and shrugged, making her smile even wider.
“Don’t worry, nothing happened.” She said pushing a piece of hair away from my face. I had to fight the urge to ask why and settled for nodding.
“So are you going to tell me what did happen, or just dangle it all day?” I asked. She rolled onto her back, pulling me along for the ride so I was resting on her chest. I took a deep breath to steady myself but instead inhaled her scent that miraculously was still appetizing, even after last night.
“You sure you want to know?” she asked with a grin. I groaned and buried my head in her shoulder, with surprising ease. She laughed. “No it wasn’t that bad…how much do you remember?”
“I remember…you making fun of people down at the Roxy…and the band playing…I think I got punched in the back of the head…and…then we went to…..Pat’s?” I recounted with some effort. Her hand was combing through my hair and it was making me sleepy.
“So you don’t remember playing with Pat’s stereo?” she prompted. I thought for a minute before shaking my head. “So you don’t remember dancing…” I groaned again and tried to hide my face. “Nothing bad, we were all dancing, you were on a table, but we were all dancing…and then someone dared you to recount the William Wallace speech…you did a very good job by the way, drunken accent and all, and crowned yourself king of the carpet.”
“King of the Carpet?” I asked and she nodded, I just accepted my tomfoolery and let her continue.
“Then Deryk and I went out for a smoke…and came back in to find you kissing Greenburg.” She said in a teasing voice.
“I was what?” I said sitting up to look at her.
“Deryk put a stop to that quickly, and then we came back here to crash, but ended up playing video games for a while. You stated you were tired and needed a place to rest your crown…so Greenburg got up and started you towards his room, then Justin grabbed you and pulled you to his room, then Grant came and tried to convince you that he had a waterbed…but luckily I came to your rescue, at which point you told Deryk that you were gonna sleep with me and to man the pots or something…end story.” She said. As she talked the memories came flooding back like a really bad dream.
“I kissed you.” I stated softly. I could feel the blush burning my cheeks and started to roll off of her chest. Unfortunately she’s a lot stronger than she seems and held me in place almost effortlessly.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked. I sighed; last night had come back in a tidal wave of nausea. I remembered leaning on her as she led me to her room, then leaning against the door as she helped me out of my shoes and undid my belt for me, buckles were a tricky thing to master when intoxicated. The ‘kiss’ was more of me cupping her face while attempting to hit her lips with mine; from what I remember I wasn’t very successful.
“I should go.” I said squirming to get out of her grip, which had tightened considerably.
“No.” she stated with confidence. I stopped and looked at her face, which was a mere centimetre away from my face.
“No?” I questioned. My eyes were focused on her lips as she wet them again. When I moved to look her in the eyes again she explained.
“You should stay.” She said with a smile.
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