Dianna woke up with a sudden ringing in her head. It was probably around 10am because she could feel the sunlight heat her already warm face. It was a good thing it was Saturday and she had the day off, so she decided to turn her back to the sun and face the other side of her queen sized bed. That's when she realized she wasn't alone. She saw a broad back and black curly messy hair lying next to her. "Oh shit! What did I do?" she mouthed, trying not to wake Darren up. She turned around again and got off the bed as slowly as she could, trying not to make any sound. Dianna decided to head to the bathroom and try to recap whatever happened last night; while walking there she noticed clothes thrown around her bed carelessly and again mouthed "Oh no, we…" She silently went to her closet and got some shorts and a tank top and headed into her bathroom. Just before going in she hit her big toe on what it seemed, was a man's shoe. "Fuck!" she reacted, when she realized she yelled she covered her mouth and looked back at the bed, saw him toss around and ran quickly inside her bathroom and locked the door.
Darren pressed his head against the pillow, smelling a familiar yet not common smell for his bed. He squinted his eyes and tried to focus on the room and bed he was in, because it certainly wasn't his. He could see a dresser next to the, what he guessed, was the bathroom door and on that dresser was a familiar face. He sat up, suddenly being attacked by a hangover and awkwardly noticing he was naked in a bed he did not recognize. He sat near the edge of the bed and looked at the picture in the dresser: Dianna and Naya on their Cheerio outfits. After he made the connection, his mouth flew open. He was on Dianna's bed. And from what was clearly obvious, something had happened between them. He looked around trying to look for her but he noticed the shower running. For a second there, with all that had come about, he wished he was there with her, but he thought twice: She probably has a hangover too, I shouldn't. I… I should go before she comes out. He jumped from the bed and picked up his boxer briefs and jeans and put them back on quickly. He saw his shoes and socks, wanted to put them on but decided he didn't have that much time, so he just grabbed them and his shirt. He felt through the pockets of his jeans for his keys and his phone, happily noticing they were there and walked slowly out of the bedroom. "Well, I can't say I'm not surprised to see you still here Mr." he heard someone say as he headed for the front door. Lea was sitting in a chair in her living room, casually reading a book and sipping her cup of coffee. Darren blushed, realizing he was doing the awkward walk of shame. He smiled shyly and said "Oh, yeah. Umm, gotta go. Bye Lea!" and headed out the door and before closing it heard Lea say "So, no coffee for you?"
She got out of the shower, dried herself with a towel and put on what she had taken. She was going back to her bedroom, dreading what she was about to face. She placed her hand on the doorknob, taking deep breaths and thinking about what she was going to say to Darren now. She opened the door carefully, but he was not on her bed. She noticed that what only laid on the floor was the clothes she was wearing last night. She scratched her head in wonderment and looked out the patio and noticed he wasn't there either. For some reason, she dreaded to talk to him but something deep inside her wanted to see him again.
Reluctantly she decided to head to the kitchen for some coffee, the annoying headache starting to hit her suddenly. She entered the living room and saw Lea sitting on her usual armchair reading. She headed straight to the kitchen just next to where Lea was and took a mug to get herself a drink "I already poured you some, right there on the counter," her brunette friend yelled without taking her eyes from her book. She put back the mug in the shelf and turned to the counter and saw two steaming cups of coffee. "One was for lover boy but he bolted like 10 minutes ago," Lea said, now taking a sip from her own cup. "Way to bounce back from the dead Di. I never thought you were into pocket sized guys," Lea giggled, looking back at her best friend. "Don't. Don't start Lea" Dianna said as she grabbed her cup and took a sip. She sat on the couch in front of Lea and enjoyed the effect of her coffee over her wine induced hangover. She stared at her friend, trying to come up with an excuse for what happened last night but all she could come up with was: "I was drunk. This didn't mean" the tiny brunette interrupted her "That's ok sweetie. You don't need to explain anything to me. Darren is the only one you need to talk to next." They both took a sip of their coffee, nothing to be said but the necessary: what happens now?
Darren opened the door to his apartment, shirt and shoes already on, and headed to his room. He noticed a yellow post it on his bedroom door, he peeled it off and read "I don't know what or who you did last night, but I hope you had fun. Be back after 2pm with lunch. Joey." He thought it was a good thing his best friend wasn't there; he didn't want to explain anything to him when he didn't know himself what happened. While he was driving back, he tried to remember something but last thing he could clearly recall was him and Dianna talking on the beach. He headed to his bathroom, opened up the medicine cabinet and took two aspirins from a bottle and swallowed them both. He took a quick shower and put on some sweats he found on his bed. He went to pick up his phone, which he left in the bathroom counter and noticed how bad he looked, like he might have been ran over by a truck or something. Just as he headed back to his room he noticed a bruise on the back of his neck and went back to the mirror and checked it out, it was small but when he touched that bruise it stung a bit. He suddenly got a flash back of Dianna's bed: he was sitting down and saw the blonde girl sitting on top of him, kissing his neck and unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He was brought back to his bathroom when he heard his phone ring, he was panting from the thought. Darren picked up his phone and saw a text from Joey, sighing in relief. He headed back to his room and threw himself in his bed, trying to forget the banging on his head. He closed his eyes but all he could see was the both of them kissing passionately.