Spinelli's POV:

I am woken up by a really load snore, coming from somewhere way too close to my ear. I try my hardest to ignore the few following but fail miserably as whoever rasps into it has apparently absolutely no intention to stop…or consider
at least getting quieter.

Some people need to sleep here. RUDE.

So the only possible solution for this is, exactly, hitting whatever lies next to me.
Sadly even a well meant punch does not shut the huge warm thing besides me up and I seriously think about opening my eyes (which would be DRASTIC measure) and investigate what mysterious monster has decided to break my well deserved sleep.

Especially well deserved, after what physical action I performed yesterday.
Dancing on a pool table proved to be way more difficult than expected…
especially after getting drunk the second time at one evening…to be honest I never sobered up…so yeah.

I try to move my head at least away from the horrible snoring that seems ten times louder than snoring should be allowed to be, but cringe before I can even shift an inch.
I guess me taking not only a liking to the punch but later to the whiskey bottle I snatched from TJ as well wasn't the best idea I ever had and…

wait TJ!

Suddenly I have my eyes wide open (and jerk again, this time at how EXTREMELY bright the light is) and look over to the before indefinable warm object.
Which turns out to be TJ.

Guess then the fact that Gus brought us home wasn't a dream after all…which I had actually hoped for because I had told him some stories on the way to TJ's place I would have rather taken to the grave.

Holding my hand over my eyes to protect them from the evil thing called sun that has the guts to even shine through the closed curtains and burn my poor alcohol-damaged eyes, I try to sit up to get out off my still half dazed state…but am abruptly stopped by some firm kind of barrel that holds me down.
Confused (and VERY hangover) as I am,
the first thing I do is, hit it.

Who would have thought.

Security measures have to be taken. If you hit it before it hits you, you good.
This logic applies best when you are drunk.
Or hangover.

The barrel budges a bit but still doesn't move, so go over to phase 2, "hit it again"

I know. I'm very creative with my ways to deal with things.

However, the only reaction I get after whacking said thing a second time, is a raspy moan from TJ…and counting 2 and 2 together, I realise that that unexplainable barrier is in fact TJ's very arm.
Draped around me.

And with this I am wide awake.

You can picture it somehow like this, me lying on my back and Teej having not only one of his arms around me…no he has actually cuddled up so closely that he basically breathes into my neck (and snores into my ears) and if that wasn't enough a leg thrown over my lower torso.

Nothing too horrible if it's your best friend you could say.

Yes, of course not.
EXCEPT for the little detail that I GOT IT FREAKING BAD for this idiot besides me, and for all its worth, I need to get out of here.
Now.

I do not remember much of yesterday, mainly arriving, some short part in between where I have the bad feeling that I performed some really horrible songs and of course the dare and after that…well as I said the whisky bottle and I became very close friends and as Grundler was nowhere to be found…well our friendship blossomed and I got even more hammered than before.

I didn't think that could be possible.
Guess miracles come in any shape and size.

But the real problem wasn't my affair with some bottle of booze but…the DARE.
I had hoped that I might forget it…or that it took some backseat in my brain but noooo.I'm not that lucky.
I remember it as vividly as possible and damn when he….NEVER MIND.

This is the reason I need to flee the scene here.
Like asapissimo.

Ew.

Where did I get that word from.

Like hell I'm ever drinking THAT much again that I'll use middle school teacher slang.

Anyways.
Yesterday was yesterday.

A mere game of ol' truth or dare, a short make out session that didn't mean a thing and a simple party.

Nothing more.

Sadly, even tho I'm really thinking good and proper thoughts, it doesn't ease me up the slightest.

Maybeeee its because TJ is actually shirtless…and probably pantsless as well under the blanket (We will not go there brain!)and as far as I have noticed, I'm only in a bra and panties…and apparently…oh baseball socks.

Yeahhh right. I remember…I had an unplanned date with the shower.
I think I need to write an apology letter to Gretchen…a text wouldn't be enough.

Just Maybe.

On the other hand that pull in my stomach could also mean that I'm really getting sick this time and it has nothing to do with having a crush on the boy who had been there all your life, having kissed that freaking idiot…and enjoyed it ALOT…and knowing that that asshole that has all his extremities (guess where I got that word from…Gretchen seems to be good for something at least!) over me has a god freaking girlfriend that looks like the next Giselle Bündchen.

I think the getting sick idea sounds very plausible.
Lets go with this.
I can already feel me wanting to throw up…

Oh no wait. That's the hangover. Or Giselle Bündchen.

But getting back to this very very uncomfortable situation where I am being cuddled up to Teej.

Super uncomfy. Like ew.

I can already feel the awkward moment creeping up on us if I don't get out of this bed and he wakes up and we are confronted with well…this, so I'll just make a quick escape and nothing happens…friendship saved.

Surprisingly, the third try to remove his arm from me actually works out and I get the chance to sit up and let my legs dangle to the ground.
I made this plan however,without counting in the side effects getting drunk has on the body the day after, so I'm greeted by a major headache and dizziness.

Getting up has always been an pain in the ass…but add alcohol and it's a whole new experience of "Im gonna die"

A few moments pure agony and a healthy portion of self pity later I'm finally ready to get up and take on the journey to find my…or well actually Vince's clothes, when I feel TJ's breath on my neck yet again.

If Id get a dollar for every time he makes my life really really REALLY hard, I'd be a millionaire.

"Where…where are you going Spin ?"

Sleepy raspy voice ? Bed hair ? No shirt and puppy eyes ? All there.

Screw it, under these conditions I'd be the richest person on earth.

"Don't go…"

Probably the universe as whole.

"Ahm…Teej I…"

But before I even get the chance to protest (even tho I bet it would've been a very weak protest considering that he looked that…HOT) he pulls me back into bed and snuggles up to me again.

I will know accept any reward or trophy for extreme self control, as well as gift cards and flowers and….FUCK GET ME OUT OF HERE. THESE CONDITIONS ARE INHUMANE.

I don't get another chance though to try a further escape.
TJ has successfully draped both of his arms over me in some kind of lock-up and is about to fall asleep again as I suddenly hear some very loud footsteps coming closer dangerously fast.
Before my body or brain are able to react the door is slammed open and bangs against the wall with such a smash, that even TJ is ripped out of his dreamland.

"THEODORE JASPER DETWEILER"

A pink and blonde trashcan bolts in.

"HOW DARE Y…WHAT EVEN ARE YOU…EXPLAIN YOURSELF"

To be honest, I have never seen Ashley A so furious.

And I have seen her breaking a nail only hours after a manicure…I've also seen her just after her daddy hadn't let her buy the newest model of some way too expensive purse…but apparently TJ's arms over me have topped the denial of a Gucci handbag.

Scandalous.

Looking over to TJ I'm actually a bit taken aback by his reaction…he is squinting a bit (the sunlight guys I tell you. Its evil) but he hasn't shown the slightest indication of getting off me.
Or explaining himself to Ashley.
Who is fuming right now.

"What?"

"DON'T YOU WHAT ME TJ !"

"but…I"

"NO BUTS ! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING ! WE HAD PLANNED BRUNCH FOR 10.00 AND YOU DON'T SHOW UP! AND THEN I HEAR YOU ARE WITH SPINELLI ? DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING IT IS TO…"

"you are so loud"

"OF FREAKING COURSE I AM LOUD WHAT…"

"can you please go ? I want to sleep and you are too loud"

What? Did Tj just…

"WHAT?"

Well I am definitely surprised…
more like baffled about what TJ had just said…but this was nothing compared to how Ashley looks.

Pure disbelief planted on her face, but this expression stayed only for seconds and was replaced by a very murderous look.
And I mean a look that can only be described as her being on and about to follow Aileen Wuornos footsteps.
TJ however doesn't seem faced at all and simply closes his eyes again, not giving any hints that he cares about Ashley's hysterical fit.

I do have the string feeling that he doesn't really understand what's going on…as far as I know he didn't go easy on the alcohol either and probably thinks this is all some all-over-the-place-drunk-dream.

I for myself just sit here…trying to avoid getting any attention.
Which seems to somehow work, because Ashley just screeches one last time and rushes off, Slamming the door shut again.

Very hard.

Like I'm seeing the flower vase still trembling hard.

"You don't know what you just did, do you."

Just checking HOW hungover Teej really is right now.

"She was too loud Spin. My head hurts and she sounded like that fury in Percy Jackson"

Result: VERY hangover.
Percy Jackson ? That's some very bad case of NOT SOBER.

"Alright TJ..."

"Lets just…lets sleep ok ?"

"It would be better if…"

"Just stay Spin. Please. Will you ?"

And you all know me…Puppy eyes have the damn ability to make me give in in seconds.
Nothing to do with him wanting me to stay but Ashley to leave.
Nah.

"YOU ARE WHAT"

"Spinelli will you calm down I…"

"YOU ARE TOGETHER OH MY GOD"

"They are WHAT?"

"Shush TJ I can't hear Gretch…", I say and shove off the still half naked boy that tries to listen in on the phone convo I just started with Grundler.

"But I wanna know !" he only whimpers and tries to press his ear against the other side of my cell.

"Will you get OFF Teej !"

Its very hard to be pretend-angry at Gretchen for not telling me the hugest news since the coming out of Sinister 2 when the ripped torso of someone's crush is pressed against you and even worse when said persons lips are only a very small inch away from you.

"NOW TJ"

MOVE. Or so help me.
Go make someone else sexually frustrated.
Asshole.

"I'll call you later Spinelli…you seem…busy" and with that Grundler cuts off, leaving me with a way too curious TJ...

"GREAT!" I throw my arms in the air and look at him judgingly,
"Now we are never going to find out how Vince and Gretch got together. Well done."

He just smirks at me and completely ignores my glaring and I really have to concentrate that I keep my eyes on his face and not his...well body

At least he had the decency to put on jeans so I'm not that distracted.
Ok never mind.
The jeans don't really make a difference.

"See what you like ?"

yeah looks like the concentrating didn't work out very much.

"You could use a bit more tan, that's all."

"Pfff of course that's it.", he blurts out a laugh, and I begin to question his sanity

"What got you into such a good mood now. A few hours before you were closer to a corpse than a living being and now you all Mr Sunshine ?"

"I dunno I just slept well"

" I bet you did. You had like three quarters of the bed and then still decided that I would make a good mattress as well. So at least SOMEONE had a good nights sleep."

Being angry…or well fake angry…doesn't have any effect to say, because he simply looks up through his lashes sheepishly and scratches his neck.

Lord why.
Why did you make my best friend that cute and why did you make him the boyfriend of this trashcan with lipstick.
Which brings me back to…

"Not to spoil your mood, but you do know that you have a very angry…well better said… furious girlfriend right now don't you."

And with that I managed to wipe off that stupid grin of his.

Alright heart, lets get back to beat normally.

"Shit. I forgot."

"You did ?"

"Guess so…must have been a LOT I drunk yesterday…I don't even remember exactly what I said…"

"Figures…"

"Yesterday must have been crazy, huh"

"Ah…yes yes."

Crazy…was maybe not the word I would use but…I guess for him it was crazy.

"Never mind" he grinned at me again, "I don't remember much anyways so I guess nothing that important happened"

And with that, fate had apparently decided that it really didn't want me and TJ to be together in any sort of romantic way.

…how high are the odds that he freaking forgets the damn kiss.

"Do…do you?"

Neh lets just play it safe here.

"No…not at all. I must have been very hammered as well."

He just nods in my direction, and I catch him frown shortly which also could have all been my imagination as its gone in a second.

"Well then, Spin…I gotta get going save my relationship."

"Alright you. Go make out…I mean make up…well same difference isn't it."

All byyyy myyyy sellffff….

"Yeah" and he somehow seems more stiff than before.

His smile is way less radiant…even a bit sad but he's probably just realising that he is going to have to spend half of his saved money on a HUGE flower bouquet to apologise to Miss Powderpuff.

"And tell me what Gretchen said then ! I wanna know all the details too !"

OH I nearly forgot! Gretchen and Vince FINALLY.

And after waving my best friend a goodbye I immediately grab my phone and dial Grundler's number. At least someone got together with the guy they love.

When did I become so girly and how the hell do I stop that.