Bethany's POV
I open my eyes, and close them immediately. It's bright. I've got the worst headache ever.
What happened last night?
The last thing I remember is walking into the club.
The club.
Oh gosh. What did I do?
I open my eyes and look around, without moving. My head hurts way to bad. Wait, I'm not in my room. What room is this?
I realize I'm not alone, when I get startled by a snore. I realize my head is on a bare chest. Wow. This person has got some abs. Wait.
I look at under the blanket. Well, at least I've got some clothes on. What is this outfit? It's way to.... revealing, small, and skimpy.
Who am I with?
I look up, with caution, and sigh. That's not that bad. At least it isn't a stranger. I'm glad if I'm gonna wake up hungover, in a stripper outfit with anybody, it's him. I'll ask when he wakes up what he remembers. I don't want to wake up, so I lay still. Watching him sleep.
Cameron looks so peaceful.
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roommates
Fanfictiontwo people. one apartment. are they really a couple? or as they claim to be, just friends?
