I'm laying in bed. I can feel someone laying behind me, their so warm.
Trying not to move much when, I get out of bed and go to the bathroom.
When I come back into the room, the person in my bed has turned so I can't see their face and pulled the covers up over their head.
How cute.
I crawl back into my bed and wrap my arms around them.
The person in my arms stirs a bit and then start to turn over.
I look over their cute body.
My gaze travels up the face of this mystery person. It feels right to be like this with them, the closeness of our bodies.
Instead of seeing a cute, sexy girl's face like I thought I would...
I look into the hazel green eye's of my roommate, John.
I bolt upright in my bed, a loud noise coming from my mouth before I can mute it.
What kind of dream was that?!
I rip off my shirt, to damn hot for shirts.
Its soaked with sweat. Nasty.
I sit there and think about the dream I just had. Playing it over and over in my head.
I shudder just thinking about it. Why would I have a messed up dream like that?
Getting up, I go out into the kitchen and get a bottle of water from the fridge.
Not knowing what else to do, I go over to the couch and lay down, laying the water bottle on my forehead.
Maybe I'm sick, that would make sense to why I'm sweating, maybe that's why I had the messed up dream
I look at a clock and notice its 4 a.m.
Well class is gonna suck tomorrow morning.
I finally fall back asleep, but get woken up by a very sleepy looking John.
"Dave why are you sleeping on the couch?" He says while rubbing his eyes.
"I had a bad dream, so I came out here and I guess fell asleep.."
He stops rubbing his eyes and looks at me with an odd expression.
"Oh, I'm sorry, what was it about?"
I hesitate. I can't actually tell him what it was about! It was way to weird of a dream.
"Uhh I don't remember."
"Oh okay." He goes into the kitchen and starts, what I'm guessing is, making breakfast.
I grab the remote and start to channel surf. As usual, there is nothing on, so I turn on some sweet beats and go to help John with making food.
"What can I do?" He looks up me surprised but doesn't hesitate for long.
We make breakfast together while talking and joking around , Jade (John's crush) comes and eats with us and then I leave to do my own thing for the day.
I checked myself in the mirror one more time before I get out of the car. Dark shades in place, hair just right, I'm ready to go.
When I get out of my car I can hear the music from the club pounding out of the front door.
I walk right past the security guard since I am the DJ for the night.
After making my way into the packed club, i head to the bar, grab a drink and head for the front of the dance floor where it has been set up with a sweet mix board.
The rest of the night was a blur of pulsing music, hot chicks, and shots.
When I wake up it takes me a second to realize I'm in the middle of the hall between mine and John's rooms. Oh and that I'm only wearing my underwear, but I've never seen these before...?
Oh god. These aren't even my underwear.
What the hell happened last night?
I stand up and money falls out of these boxers that are now mine.
Monies all mine now as well.
When I eventually stumble into the living room and fall onto the couch, without looking, I fall on a sleeping John.
Oh god...
He wakes up with a jump and my hungover ass falls onto the floor.
"Oh my god Dave you scared the hell out of me!"
I laugh a bit. "Congrats twinkle toes! You said hell!" I say with a sarcastic tone.
He sits up and rolls his eyes at me.
I look over him and notice something really weird.
John is sitting in front of me in the same attire that I am, only boxers.
He notices me looking with wide eyes and shifts awkwardly.
"John, what the hell happened last night...?"
"Well you and your drunken self came home and decided to come into my room, lay down in my bed, and cuddle me. When I finally got you off and out of my room, I noticed you were only in your boxers and couldn't find your clothes here so I figured you came home like that. Then at one point you thought my night clothes were dirty so you decided to stripe them off of me, put them in the garbage disposal and turn it on. You eventually went to your room and I fell asleep here."
He finishes his story and waits for me to say something. Well that clears some odd things up.
"Uhh yeah I never made it to my room, or any room for that matter. Woke up on the floor."
John gets a smile on his face that turns into a hestarical laugh. When he finally calms down enough to talk he says "oh I'm sorry but that's really funny!"
He looks down at my boxers.
"Why are you wearing my boxers? You know what, I don't even care. You were beyond waisted last night"
I just roll my eyes and get up to go get some meds for this awful headache and go to my room.
When I lay down in bed and try to sleep I have this nagging feeling that I'm forgetting something that happened. Oh well.
John's Point Of View
I go back into my room after Dave goes to bed, grabbing some pants and a shirt. I can't get what happened last night out of my head. Should I have told him? Naw that would make things SO awkward, even if he was drunk when he did it.
I grab a book from my bag, lay down in bed and try to read.
After trying to think of anything else but the truth, I just cant ignore it, why is it stuck in my head? It shouldn't be that big of a deal to me.
It was just one kiss...