Just Hate Me and We'll End It Here

Bailey

I groan, my head killing me. I see light, sinking in between my eyelids so I quickly shut them again, making a slight face. Ugh, morning... I don't feel so great, either. My eyes are heavy, my head is pounding, and my teeth feel fuzzy. Probably from not brushing them last night.

My eyes still closed, I stumble around, searching for the bathroom. I twist the knob, wondering why it's shut, then open the door, stumbling in.

Where I promptly bump into someone slightly wet.

My eyes open wide as I shriek, stepping back.

"Ow!" The guy backs up, leaving the toothbrush hanging in his mouth to clamp his hands over his ears. Then his eyes open and widen. "Holy flip, this isn't my house!"

I step back, my hand over my mouth. "Ya think?!"

He winces. "Okay, that hurts..."

I splutter, my heart speeding like crazy. Then I give a small groan and hold my head, stumbling back. Head rush, ow. Ow. Ow. Ow... I shake my head after a minute and take a deepshaky breath. "All right. What the heck are you doing in my house?"

Holding up a finger, the guy turns back to the sink and spits. But before putting down the toothbrush, he looks at it for a second, frowning. Then he turns me, giving me a bland look. "I thought it was mine."

I give him a look.

"What? You expect me to open my eyes right away?" He protests lightly. I don't respond. "I woke up here, what do you expect?" He gives me a critical look.

"You- you- no, I- you- wouldn't- that," I splutter. "I... but.... did we...?"

"No." Then he smirks. "I never put my clothes on again after. I like the breeze."

I blanch. "Fine," I grit my teeth and cross my arms. "Then who the heck are you? And I still don't have an explanation of why you're here."

"I'm Alex," he gives a crooked grin. "But don't worry. I'm not really remembering last night at the moment either." Then he looks down, seeing he's only in a towel, winks, and returns into the bathroom, locking the door after him.

My mouth opens in shock. Why that- that- bloody fool! It- he...I take a deep breath, trying to keep calm. It doesn't work and I hit my wall. "Ow," I groan, clutching it and fall back on my bed.

When the pain is more manageable, I try to think fast as I head to the kitchen, grabbing a kitchen knife to scare the maniac away the moment he leaves the bathroom.

"Where do we go now?" He whines, scrunching up his nose like a little puppy. It was cute.

I shout a reply. "Uh... my place!" I start walking, then stop, thinking of something. I smirk, pumping awaving drunk fist in the air. "After more Corona, baby!"

He gives a very exaggerated wink. "I like your way of thinking."

I laugh, and lead him down the street for more drinks before heading back to my apartment.

I freeze, the recognition hitting me. We'd come back here... I furrow my brow, trying to recall. I put one hand up to rubbing my forehead, as if to push the hangover at bay. Good thing I've always handled them pretty well... or, better than others. Missy, for example.

We'd come back here. We drank. We ate the candy. We turned on some loud music and danced. We had a laughing contest. And we passed out.

But I'm missing something, I feel. Something pretty important... no, not drugs. Huh. What could it be?

"Uh... you weren't planning to use that on me, were you?"

I look up, narrowing my eyes quickly. "Yeah, cause I use it on my cereal."

"That's pretty hard cereal then," he says, trying to look cheerful. "What, is it frozen?" But he still glances at the knife in my hand uneasily. "Oh crap," he whistles. "You're married???!!

"No," I tell him like he's stupidbecause he is. "Of course not, nimrod."

"Then... why do you have a wedding ring?" He asks, glancing up at my face before returning to my finger.