The Bad Boy OR The Best Friend

thirty nine

A flutter grazes my cheek, making me almost whimper with the gentle touch as I realise that it's fingers stroking my skin softly, almost making me want to cuddle further in bed as a groan escapes my lips, earning a chuckle in return.

It's a familiar sound, that laughter.

In fact, it's so familiar that it has been a favourite sound of mine for years, which is why my eyes flutter open as they meet the light coming into the room. But most of it is blocked from my eye sight because a beautiful face is blocking it, smile spread on it.

"Welcome back to the living." He teases, his lips curved into a grin.

I rub my eyes, untangling my legs from the comforter but it surprises me when both of my thighs brush together, skin to skin. When that thought creeps in, so does a major throbbing in my head. That's when the realisation starts hitting in.

The window in my room isn't on the right side of the bed, it's on the left side but the sunlight is creeping in from the right in this room. I take in the brown furniture and bury my face in the pillow, the scent of Evan immediately hitting me, making me realise that I am actually in his bed.

In a quick motion, I sit up, taking in my surroundings as I look at my very amused best friend, studying my face as I literally come back to the living from whatever high I was on. It takes me moments to realise that the reason the skin of my thighs are brushing together is because I am not wearing any pants. My hand immediately goes to my crotch underneath the comforter, and a sigh escapes my lips when I realise that at least I am wearing my underwear underneath this baggy t-shirt of Evan's.

"So, last night was fun, huh?" He grins further, making me rack my brain as I try to form words on my tongue but don't come up with anything.

But then, the memories of last night seep in. I was at my house, crying because it had been two days since Chris left me alone in my bedroom after I asked for it. But he had been calling me, and texting me but my phone was on silent. I didn't feel like talking with him, or with anyone at all. At the same time, I felt fucking lonely because due to whatever shit was going on with my boyfriend, I had been ignoring both Evan and Breanna.

So, I decided to suck it up. I didn't bother to change out of my shitty night suit as I trotted down the stairs and to Evan's house. He welcomed me in, took me to his room and when he realised that I just needed a break from life, he pulled out tequila from underneath his bed.

"Shit." I whisper, realising that the throbbing was actually just a symptom of the hangover from last night.

"It was shit alright." Evan snickers, making me shoot a glare at him. He smiles, his hand coming up to tuck my hair behind my ear as he bites on his bottom lip, as if trying not to laugh as he eyes are set on my hair, "You have the worst case of bed head."