A/N: Hi all. So this is my first fic I've ever written. I figured I would give it a try. This will be a short story, possibly 3 chapters at most. I don't really plan on extending it after that. This was just to get a feel for writing and all that jazz. It's nothing crazy, but it's rated M for for smut in the last chapter. The first 2 might be slow, but please bear with me! I promise to make it worth it! Please leave reviews and let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy :)
It's around 5:30am on a Saturday morning when Chloe's alarm starts to go off. She groggily rolls over, letting out an apathetic moan, as she slams her hand down on the "snooze" button. She can't remember setting it the night before. She honestly isn't even sure what day it is, but she doesn't even wake up this early for classes, so she decides to just shut it off. Just as she rolls back over pulling the covers up under her chin and settling back into the warm part of her bed, the door slams open.
"Chloe, wake up!" yells the very blurry looking silhouette standing in her doorway.
Chloe blinks her eyes trying to bring the figure into view, but is practically blinded by the mix of light from the hallway and the rising sun from the window at the end of the hall. Unable to fully open her eyes, she turns her head back to her alarm clock which now reads 5:31am. She lets out an exasperated moan and pulls the covers all the way up over her head. "Seriously Aubrey, go away. It's too early," she whines. She hears footsteps and feels the edge of the bed at her feet dip down with the weight of the overly peppy blonde.
"Come on, Chlo. Practice starts in an hour and a half and I know how you are after a night of drinking." Aubrey places her hand on Chloe's calf and gives it a small squeeze. "Now come on. I've made you some toast with a little strawberry jam, just how you like it, and I started some coffee. There's a glass of water and some aspirin on the sink in the bathroom. Make sure you drink the whole glass." She pats Chloe's leg two times and gets up to leave. Just when Chloe thinks Aubrey is out of the room, she feels a sudden flash of cold as the covers are ripped off of her half naked body and the overhead light is turned on.
"Alright! Alright! Jesus, Bree. I'm up! Just please turn off the light," she begs, her voice cracking and hoarse as she throws her forearm over her eyes to protect them.
"Fine," Aubrey huffs. "But you need to get up." The light goes off and Chloe manages to push herself up and to the edge of the bed. "You look like shit, Chloe." Aubrey says flatly. "Come on, I'll start the water for you."
Chloe just gives her an unimpressive grin before the blonde turns on her heels and leaves the room. Her left eye is still squeezed shut while her right eye is half squinting. She places her bare feet onto the cold hardwood floor and has to use all of her will power to thrust herself upwards and into a standing position.
Chloe stumbles to the bathroom and stands in front of the mirror at the sink, leaning on both arms in case her legs give out on her. She's able to open her eyes now and takes a good look at herself. "Jesus," she mutters under her breath. "What the hell happened last night?" She presses her fingers to her temples and rubs in small circles as she becomes increasingly aware of the pounding headache she has. She doesn't really need to ask what happened last night because she already knows. She just doesn't want to admit it. She grabs the two aspirin and pops them into her mouth. Taking a sip from the glass of water, she tilts her head back and swallows hard. She takes a few more sips to make sure the pills make it down.
She slowly begins to undress herself. It doesn't take long since she was only in her bra and underwear, likely the doing of Aubrey who probably didn't want to fight with Chloe to put her pajamas on. This has happened one too many times before, and usually ends with bumps and bruises to both girls, and even a black eye for Aubrey that once. She laughs as she recounts the memory in her head. It's funny now, of course, but at the time Aubrey didn't speak to her for 3 weeks. She's not sure why she puts up such a fight. She guesses she's just very passionate about sleeping naked.
She steps into the shower now and lets the warm water run down her body as she uses her right hand to prop herself up against the wall. She takes a few deep breaths and straightens up her back leaning into the water stream and wetting her hair. She squeezes some shampoo into her hand and begins to work it into a lather.
As she slowly massages the shampoo into her hair, she starts to think about the events of the previous night leading up to this slightly intolerable hangover. How was she going to make it through a Bella's practice with this God awful headache? And while feeling this sick to her stomach? More importantly, how was she going to face her after what had happened?
She finishes washing up and steps out of the shower only to realize she never grabbed herself a towel on her way to the bathroom. She's standing naked and cold on the bath mat with her arms across her chest while rubbing her feet together wondering if she could run out to the linen closet in the hall and back without Aubrey seeing her. Not that the blonde has never seen her naked before. As she contemplates this, there's two light knocks on the door. Before she can even respond it cracks open and an arm pops in holding a light yellow towel. Chloe smiles and wonders what she would do without this woman to keep her together.
"Thank you," she says, taking the towel from Aubrey.
"No problem," Aubrey responds, "just hurry up and get dressed. It's already 6 and we're leaving in 35 minutes sharp."
Chloe dries herself off and wraps the towel around her body tucking the edge under her arm. She walks back to her room and rummages through her drawers. She takes out some underwear and a black sports bra and puts them on. She opens the lower drawers and pulls out a pair of black skinny jeans and a plain white v-neck tee. After putting her clothes on she gets a sudden chill down her spine. She walks over to her closet and picks out her favorite sweater. It's an all gray open front hoodie lined with fleece. She heaves it on and walks to the other side of the door where her shoe rack is and settles for her black, hi-top Chuck Taylor's. She closes her door and looks herself over in the body length mirror on the back of it. She tosses her wet auburn locks up into a messy bun and shrugs at her appearance. This is as presentable as she's going to get, but she definitely looks how she feels. Which is awful, for the record.
Aubrey is in the kitchen rinsing out the coffee pot when Chloe walks out. There are two to-go cups of coffee on the corner of the island and her strawberry toast is sitting on a napkin. Chloe sits at the island and nibbles at the piece of toast. Her stomach churns each time she swallows, but she manages to keep it down. When she finishes, she wipes the corners of her mouth with the napkin and gets up to toss it in the trash. She turns around to Aubrey standing in front of her with an outstretched hand containing her coffee cup. She takes it from the blonde who just gives her a sideways smirk, and without saying anything to each other, they head towards the door. Aubrey picks up the beach bag next to the door that contains the essentials for the long practice they have ahead of them today. They walk out and Chloe takes the key from Aubrey, locking the door behind them. Silently, they begin their journey across campus.