Last Name;Chapter 1

A/N: Yes, here comes another story from me.. Lol.. I was listening to Carrie Underwood's album and when I heard the song Last Name this immediately popped into my head. And I haven't been able to get rid of it, so here it is. Review and let me know if you think I should continue with it.

Enjoy!

( Tyler's POV )

"Ugh, someone turn off the fucking lights!" I groaned in misery, throwing my arm over my face to block out the light that was so very visible even through my closed eyes. This day is gonna suck. I have the worst hangover of my life.

I rolled over so that I could bury my head under the pillows and block out as much of the world as I could until Caleb or Pogue came around with one of their official wake up calls. I was expecting to find mattress under me, instead I ended up rolling onto something very warm, and very human-feeling.

"What the hell?" I squinted, opening my eyes for the first time. It was a girl, thank God, lying on her stomach, curled into a pillow, still sleeping peacefully, not at all disturbed by the fact that I had nearly just squished her to death by rolling on top of her. Her light brown hair was fanned across the pillow next to my own, and the sheet that we were sharing covered the lower half of her lovely back.

Lovely, NAKED back.

Shit.

I pulled the sheet up and examined my lower half, noting that I was as naked she appeared to be under the sheet.

Fuck, fuck, fuck

My eyes quickly scanned the room and I came to realize that I was in fact in the hotel room I should have been sharing with Reid, but he was no where in sight. I quickly laid eyes on my boxers, which were hanging half off of the night stand on the other side of the mystery girl I was in bed with.

I reached over her carefully, trying not to wake her, hoping that fate would at least wait until I wasn't completely naked. I quickly snatched them, knocking over the alarm clock in the process. I watched with wide eyes as she sighed in her sleep, snuggling closer into the pillow that was clutched in her arms.

When I was positive that she wasn't awake, I got up, discarding the sheet and shoving my legs quickly into my boxers, hastily pulling them up my legs. Just as I was securing them around my waist, making sure everything important was covered, I heard a small scream come from the bed.

My eyes met a pair of wide brown ones, confusion etched throughout them. She appeared to be young, no older then I was.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked in a small voice, clutching the sheet to her naked chest.

Not the time to be checking her out, Simms.

I quickly averted my eyes back to her face.

I reached up and rubbed the back of my neck, seems she remembered about as much of last night as I did. "I...uh...my name's Tyler." I couldn't think of anything else to say. And I had a killer headache that was making its presence known in the front of my head. She nodded.

"I'm Lily." She looked longingly at her clothes that were scattered around the room, and I could tell that she was uncomfortable with her obvious nakedness beneath the sheets. I walked around the room, picking up what appeared to be her bra and jeans, handing them to her, before turning to locate her shirt and underwear. I found them and gave them to her as well. "I...uhm, I mean...did we...?" She trailed off, her question apparent to me. I turned around giving her some privacy to get herself dressed, and I spotted my jeans thrown across a chair. I grabbed them and pulled them on.

"Yeah, I mean, I think so." I said to the wall.

"You can turn around now." She said and I found her standing at the foot of the bed, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a deep purple top, the sequins scattered over it clearly said that it was meant for a party.

"You look as hung over as I feel." She said as I watched her kneel down to retrieve one of her boots from under the bed. I nodded, rubbing my left hand over my eyes, trying to wipe away the headache that lay just behind them. She suddenly frowned. "Are you married?" She asked sitting down on the bed to pull on her boots after she had found the second one, slight anger evident in her tone. What?!

"No!" I quickly defended myself. Is this girl crazy? Do I look old enough to be married yet?

"What's with the ring then?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"What are you talking abo-" I trailed off after quickly glancing down at my left hand. Sure enough there was a small gold band on my third finger.

What. The. FUCK

My eyes widened. That was definitely not there yesterday.

She seemed to notice my shock and looked at her own hand, which was adorned with a similar gold band.

"Oh, no! No, no, no!" She nearly screamed, her wide brown eyes fixed on the ring on her left hand. Her frantic eyes met mine. "Please, please tell me we did not get married last night!"

I couldn't say anything. I honestly had no idea. I couldn't even remember meeting this girl.

"I, I don't know." I sighed in defeat.

She began running her hands through her long hair nervously. "No, no...this can not be happening!" She sat on the bed, head resting in her hands. "Mom is going to kill me when she finds out!" I heard her mumble to herself.

Wait...Mom?

"How old are you?" I asked praying she didn't say 15 or 16.

She looked up at me, her eyes scanning my face as if looking at me for the first time. "Eighteen," She said slowly. Oh, thank God. "how old are you?" She countered, arms crossed over her chest.

"Eighteen." And she nodded, apparently relieved that I wasn't any younger, or maybe it was that I wasn't a lot older then she was.

I went in search of a shirt to wear as she went looking under the bed again for something else. Moments later she sat up, small black bag in hand. She opened it and pulled out her cell phone. She sighed and sat with her back against the bed, staring at the phone.

"Everything okay?" I asked after pulling on a dark blue polo I had found in thrown in the corner of the room. She looked up at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know, is it?" She asked waving her left hand above her head. I sighed and she frowned again. "Sorry, I'm just...I don't know if I should turn it on." She must have been referring to her phone. "My sister is gonna kill me for not going back to the room last night." She shook her head and hit the power button, and once the phone was on it made an unnecessary amount of noise that made my headache even worse.

I groaned and headed into the bathroom. I needed aspirin or something. Anything to make this headache go away so I could concentrate on more important things.

I could hear her on the phone in the next room, trying to calm who ever it was down quietly. It wasn't until I heard the door to the hotel room open that I poked my head out of the bathroom.

Reid sauntered into the room, pausing to smirk at me when he saw Lily seated on the floor by the bed.

"Nicely done, Baby Boy." I rolled my eyes and she glared at him as she put her phone back into her bag.

"Shut up, Reid." I growled as I followed him into the room.

Lily stood up and dusted off her pants. I watched as Reid shamelessly gave her the once over, blatantly checking her out. She shot him another nasty glare before turning to me.

"Where are we? The Palms?" She asked looking around the hotel room. I nodded.

"Eighth floor."

"I'm four floors up." She said glancing at the fallen alarm clock. "It's 12:30, so you wanna meet down in that little restaurant on the first floor, you know the one with the Mexican food?" She asked and I nodded once again. "At 3:00, so we can figure out this whole mess."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Alright, I'll see you in a bit then..." She eyed Reid as he continued to check her out. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Reid stop it." He looked at me with a smirk.

"Didn't mean to impose on your territory, Baby Boy." Lily scoffed.

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah, bye Lily." I watched her let herself out of the room. Reid socked me in the arm.

"You dog!" He exclaimed. "She's hot, Baby Boy! I didn't know you had it in ya!"

I groaned and shook my head. "Reid..."

"Dude, were we looking at the same girl? Cause the girl I was looking at was gorgeous..." He trailed off, picking a piece of paper off of the floor. "Ty, why is there a marriage license with your name on it?" I sighed miserably. "Please tell me you didn't get married last night."

"I...I don't remember." I answered honestly. Reid looked from the paper, to me, and back to the paper.

"Man, Caleb is gonna kill you." He laughed.

Yeah, only Reid would find a situation like this.

And he was right. Caleb was gonna rip me a new one for this.

It's gonna be a long day.