AN: SHORT CUTE ONE SHOT... I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
As the sun began to rise and peek through the curtains, bringing me out of the comforting world of unconsciousness that sleep brings I let out a un-lady like grunt and flipped over on my stomach while successfully burying myself deeper under the covers at the same time. But immediately I started to regret the quick movements as my head started to pound only to take a back road to the feeling of nauseousness that had took over and threatened to send me to the bathroom to kneel before the toilet or at least the nearest trash can...
I finally found a spot that seem to ease all of the afflictions that made it all too clear that I had way too much to drink the night before. But that was the only thing that was clear to me at the moment...
It still felt as though the sun was shining directly on me. I didn't remember my room having so many fucking windows when I checked in. Damn Sharpay for getting married in Vegas at least back in Mexico people believed in heavy drapes that doesn't let the sun in until you open them up. Cursing Sharpay and the sun and the effects of too much alcohol I tried to think back on what's happened between my checking in and now. I remembered going out to celebrate as well as to meet some of the people Sharpay and her fiancé Zeke had met since moving away from New Mexico. After that I only remembered flashes of things.
Dancing...
Drinks, of course...
Blue eyes...
"What the hell happened last night?" I quietly asked myself.
As I tried to recall anything other than obsessively drinking last night and the quick flashes, I felt a hand glide up my naked thigh before cupping my liquid heat and finally moving up to settle loosely around my waist.
My eyes wide, I started to freak the freak out. Not only did I have a hangover, but I was also naked in bed with an unknown person. Pounding head and nausea be damned I quickly made my way out of bed and started to look for my clothes. Finally laying my eyes on my dress and heels I got dressed fore-going underwear because they were no where to be found. Which means that they had to be in or near the bed and because I didn't want to face my nameless sins from the previous night I braced myself for the walk of shame sans panties and bra.
Without a glance backwards and my heels and purse in hand I slipped out of the room only breathing a sigh of relief when I was down the hall. I stopped to clear my head when flashes of Elvis came to mind...
Elvis...
Vegas...
Wedding...
"Oh shit!"
I looked down at my left hand and sure enough there was platinum wedding set on my ring finger. I started to hyperventilate as I thought about how bad this was. I didn't know rather to go back to the room where apparently my husband was currently sleeping or to call Sharpay.
I opted for Sharpay...
Finally pulling myself together enough to make it to my own room I quickly flipped through my purse for the key and went in. Sliding down the wall with my Iphone up to my ear I waited for my best friend to answer.
"Taylor? Where in the hell are you? I leave the V.I.P for a couple of dances and you disappear."
"Shar, I pulled a Britney!"
"What in the hell is a Britney?"
"I got married... Well at least I think I'm married. I got on wedding rings, and woke up beside a naked man whose face I didn't bother to look at because I WAS FREAKING OUT!"
"Married?"
"Yes..."
"As in here comes the bride?"
"Yes..."
"Taylor McKessie!"
"OMgosh...Shar! I don't even know my last name. I'm a Las Vegas statistic."
"ZEKE! Taylor married some unknown person!"
I rolled my eyes as Sharpay told on me to her fiancé and the friend I thought of as a brother, Zeke. Suddenly his deep voice came over the phone at the same time there was a knock on my hotel room door.
"Tay bear how did you and Troy get separated last night?"
"Huh?"
"You and my friend Troy left together last night. I didn't say anything to Shar because I knew she would try to babysit you even though you were with someone we both trusted. I see now that maybe I should've said something."
"Troy?"
"Yes, Troy... Troy Bolton..."
"The basketball player..."
"And my best man... they're one in the same..."
I'd finally made it to the door and took the morning paper from the door man while letting Zeke's words play over in my head. Suddenly the flashes of blue eyes returned to me. I closed my own eyes in hopes that this would all soon make sense. I opened my eyes again as Zeke called my name and told me that him and Shar were on their way over. I murmured a quick ok and hung up as my eyes fell upon the paper's headline...
NBA PLAYER, TROY BOLTON, MARRIES UNKNOWN BEAUTY!
Its official the NBA's most wanted bachelor is taken! As pictured below, last night while out celebrating his best friend Zeke Baylor's upcoming nuptials Troy decided to settle down himself, with a little help from Elvis.. It is unclear how long Troy and the new Mrs. Bolton have been together but sources says that the couple seems very happy and that when they arrived at the chapel Troy proudly declared that he had indeed found the one! We'll keep you updated as we learn more about Mrs. Bolton...
I re-read the story...
"Oh no!'' was my one and only thought before my world faded to black!
AN: THIS CAME TO ME AS I WAS LOOKING OVER SOME INFO ON MY UPCOMING GRADUATION TRIP TO VEGAS!AND NOW THAT THAT'S OUT OF MY SYSTEM I'M ABOUT TO START ON "4 AM" FOR THE ONE SHOT CHALLENGE :)