Author's Note: I got nothin. Just enjoy and what not. Update in like a week-ish, if school allows it. :3

My head was throbbing as I sat up, a cool breeze enveloping me as the sheets slid down, the air a blessing on my heated skin. My whole body was sore and on fire, my head screaming as I looked around the room. It wasn't the one I remembered leaving last night. I looked down at the bed, the yellow comforter and white sheets only making my head hurt worse. I distinctly remembered the bed in my hotel room having navy blue sheets.

I took a deep breath and sat up fully, my lungs burning, head spinning. A lump in the sheets summoned my attention and, my brain still trying to process the differently colored bed sheets, I pulled the blanket back, exposing tan skin and dark black hair.

For a moment, all I could do was stare, but the sight finally sunk in and I shuffled out of the bed with a yelp, suddenly starkly aware that I was naked. My hands slapped over my mouth to muffle another scream as I stood in an unfamiliar hotel room, with an unfamiliar woman who was apparently just as naked as I was. My eyes squeezed shut as I pressed my thigh together, the movement confirming my fears.

"Shit." I hissed under my breath, digging through the garments on the carpet. In the midst of my black tank top and skinny jeans was a pair of red, lacy underwear that I knew were not mine. Heat flooded my cheeks and I dropped them like they were on fire, yanking my jeans up my legs and pulling my shirt over my head. My left hand got stuck in my tangled hair as I pulled it out of the fabric and my stomach dropped.

No. I chanted to myself as I freed myself and studied my ring finger. No, no, no...

I fought down the bile rising in my throat as I studied the ring, the oversized diamonds sparkling in the sunlight. A Tiffany diamond on a platinum band, it was absolutely beautiful.

"I'm gonna throw up." I mumbled to myself, covering my face with my hands and taking a deep breath.

No need to panic. I thought to myself, starting to pace the floor beside the bed. I woke up in a hotel room with a girl I don't know. Not the first time that's happened, no big deal.

I stopped and looked at the mess of black hair on the pillows, then the ring on my hand.

Definitely the first time that's happened, though.

I shook my head and dropped myself into an arm chair by the window, staring out at the Vegas skyline. It didn't mean I'd gotten married though, did it? It could just be an engagement ring, right?

My headache and soreness long forgotten, I dug into the pockets of my jeans, pulling a folded piece of paper from the front left. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, holding it for several seconds before opening my eyes again, unfolding the paper.

Certification of Marriage

"Fuck." I cursed aloud, my eyes flying up to watch the girl in the bed. She didn't budge.

My eyes scanned the crisp paper, finding two names I didn't recognize. Alexandria Margarita Russo and...

"Michelle Allison Russo." I whispered, my eyes glued to the black ink. "Oh my God, I got married."