Hangover
Here's part 6 of the story. I apologize if this one took too long. I got sick the other day. I'm sorry if this is short. I had this done while I was sick so it may not be that good. Don't forget to comment and rate.
The next day, my head was aching, my body was in a lot of pain and I feel like shit. I guess this is what they call a "hangover".
'This is the last time I'm ever drinking.' I thought.
I realized that there were a few things wrong going on. First of all, I wasn't in my room. I was on somebody else's bed. Next, my clothes were gone! What the hell?! What did I do last night?! And another thing, I wasn't alone on the bed. I saw another fur next to me. I lifted the sheets and my face turned red. It was Kyle! And he's naked! Oh my God... What did I do last night?! What did we do last night?! I started to panic; I felt something rumbling in my stomach. I felt sick. I sneaked out of the bed and tip toed to the bathroom, trying not to wake Kyle up. When I got in, I puked in the toilet. God damn, I am never drinking again. Okay, I tried to calm down and remember what happened last night.
Okay, I remember Kyle carrying me upstairs to his room. He laid me down on the bed. He was still drunk, and so was I. Next thing I knew, I saw Kyle taking of his clothes right in front of me.
"What are you doing?" I giggled.
He ignored my question and got close to me. "Did I ever tell you how sexy you'd look without any clothes on?" he whispered.
I blushed. Without hesitation, I took off my clothes too. Next thing I knew, we were both naked. He got on top of me and whispered, "Come here, let me show you what I and Alice did before we broke up."
We were both so drunk; I don't think he even knew what he was doing. And then, he did it. He kissed me. I can still remember it. Did I mention that it was my first kiss? And it happened to me, while I was drunk! I loved how he kissed me. I felt his tongue inside my mouth. I ran my tongue along his. It felt wonderful. I guess this is what they call the "French Kiss". But that's all I remembered. The rest was a blur.
I can't believe all of that happened last night. Suddenly, I heard knocking on the door, I heard Kyle's voice.
"Colin, are you in there?" he asked.
I panicked. What the hell am I supposed to do now?!
"Uh, yeah, I'm in here." I replied.
"Okay, can you come out? I need to talk to you."
"No! I can't!" I yelled. "I'm sorry, I can't come out."
There was a short silence between us. "Are you naked?"
How did he know? "Um, yeah, how did you know?"
"I found your clothes on the bedroom. I have them right here if you want."
I opened the door by a little bit and grabbed my clothes from him. "Thanks..."
I wore my clothes and went out. I saw Kyle was only wearing his boxers. "Um, yeah, I better go now." I awkwardly said.
I left the house. I have no idea what just happened. What's he gonna think? That I slept with him? That we were both drunk and kissed? I'm just lucky he didn't ask. And I just hope he doesn't remember. It was a Saturday morning. It was around 9 or something. I walked home. When I was a few blocks away from my house, I remembered something. Matt... I almost forgot that I left the house without asking him! So I ran to my house. I saw the door was still locked. There was a note.
"Colin, going to stay at a motel for awhile. Tried to wake you up, but you didn't answer. I'll be back tomorrow. -Matt"
Oh crap, he was here. He's probably pissed off right now. I go inside the house. I had breakfast and took a shower. While showering, I started thinking. What will Kyle think of me now? Does he suspect that I'm gay? I just slept with him, naked. I wonder what he's thinking now.
The day goes by boringly. Just chilling and watching TV. Occasionally, I would feel sick and run to the bathroom and vomiting. God, I am never drinking again! At around 6 o' clock, I heard a car park. It's Matt. He's here. He comes inside with a serious look on his face.
"TV, off, now!" he ordered.
I quickly nodded and turned it off. He sat in the chair in front of me.
"What did you do last night? I waited over 2 hours outside the house. We're you asleep?" he said.
He sounded a bit mad. "Well?"
"No," I cried. "I wasn't."
"Where did you go?"
"I was at a friend's house. He, uh, was feeling a bit sad. I went to his house to comfort him."
"Without my permission?" he said.
I nodded. "I'm sorry."
He face palmed and sighed. "Don't be. It was my fault for staying out for too long. I should be the one who's sorry."
He gave me a hug and I sat back. "So, what did you do last night while you were out?" I asked.
He kind of coughed a little bit. I think he's hiding something. "I don't think you want to know about it." He said.
I got curious. "Come on, please?" I begged.
He laughed. "Okay fine, but don't mention this to anyone."
I nodded. "Okay, I promise." I gave an evil smile.
"Okay then, well, last night I was doing a few errands." He started. "While I was at the store, I met one of my old colleagues. We chatted a bit and he invited me over his house to catch up."
He stopped. "I think that's as far as I can go."
"Oh come on! Please? What happened next?" I begged.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Okay, but remember, don't tell anyone."
I nodded.
"Well, we kind of did more than that actually. You see, he accidentally spilled something all over him and he showered. He forgot to get a towel before he went in and asked me to get one for him, while he was in the bathroom. I got him one and gave it to him. When I was about to give it to him, I kind of slipped on him. One thing led to another and we-"
"Oh God! Stop! Stop!" I said.
He laughed. "Sorry, too much?"
"Yeah, a bit too much." I can't believe it. Did they just have sex? "So, um, you had sex?"
"Uh, yeah."
There was complete silence between us for a short time. Well, this is awkward.
He stood up. "Okay, I'm gonna get dinner ready."