John woke up to the framiliar feeling of a small frame curled into his side, his arms tightly clinging to her. His eyes fluttered open slowly, he took in a deep breath before his senses took over. He realized that the scent that had just filled his nostrils and hit his brain wasn't Lita's and that the room he was currently laying in certainly wasn't Lita's, nor was it his own bedroom. He slowly removed his hands from their locked position on the womans body, being slow and methodical as he didn't want to wake her. John quickly placed his hands over his face realizing just who he was lying in bed with.
"I...I...I-i-i-I cheated... on Lita...With...with...One of h-her...best friends..." John mumbled, as his hands covered his face and immediate panic set in
"I...I-i gotta get outta here..." John realized that he needed to focus and try to keep his cool if he wanted to leave without waking Trish. John slowly rolled towards the edge of the bed, sliding his legs over the side of the bed while frantically searching the floor for his clothes. Many thoughts were running through his head as he glanced back at the bed, making sure that Trish was still asleep, he slowly let his feet reach the floor and swiftly grabed his boxers and pulled them on, followed by his pants, not bothering to find his shirt he grabbed his hoodie off of the floor and pulled it over his head before sliding his socks and shoes on. Trying to calm himself down John placed his hands on his temples and began rubbing them slowly. John glanced back at the bed one more time, feeling sick to his stomach as he did so. Thoughts of what had happened the night before flooded into his mind, satisfied that Trish was still sleeping, he took slow steady steps towards the door. He reached the door, turning the handle slowly, gasping as it squeaked, John turned back quickly to see Trish rolling over.
John immediately yanked the door open, running towards the stairs. John looked back over his shoulder as he reached the top of the stairs to see Trish rubbing at her eyes as she was climbing out of bed.
"John, Wait!" Trish yelled, but it was too late.
John unlocked the front door and made a mad dash away from Trish's house. John was already about half a mile down the side walk before Trish even reached the door. Trish kept her eyes locked on John as he continued running farther and farther away. Trish had an evil smirk upon her face as she placed her hand over the now fogged up glass door.
"Later, Johnny boy" Trish whispered as her smirk only grew wider, she turned back around, locked the door and headed back up the stairs to go back to bed.
-Chris' House-
Chris awoke rather confused. He didn't feel any weight next to him. Chris quickly glanced around the room, not seeing any sign of Stacy, he glanced across to the other side of the room noticing that the adjoining bathroom's door was closed. Chris let out a sigh of relief as he realxed back into the bed, kicking his feet out from under the blanket. Almost at that exact moment, Chris' bedroom door slowly squeaked open. His eyes slowly opened once more, he looked towards the door to see Stacy walking into his room with a tray full of bacon, eggs and orange juice
"Good morning, sleepy head" Stacy exclaimed with a giggle
She quickly strolled over to Chris who sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Stacy placed the tray in his lap before sitting down directly to the left of him. Chris leaned over to kiss Stacy on the cheek
"You're the best, babe" Chris said as he picked up his fork and started to pick away at his breakfast, letting his eyes drift between his plate and Stacy who had laid down on the bed to allow Chris to finish eating.
"If you hurry up and eat that breakfast, I might just have something planned for your desert you know" Stacy smirked as she said this, her eyes still closed as she rolled closer to Chris. Almost instantly Chris started shoveling the remains of his breakfast into his mouth, reaching to the night stand and grabbing the glass of orange juice and downing that as fast as humanly possible, Chris dropped the tray to the floor and immediately rolled over to face Stacy.
"Now wheres that desert that you promised?" Chris asked with a smirk growing on his face as he closed the gap between Stacy and himself
"Look in the bottom shelf of your night stand" Stacy replied as she rolled so that she was facing Chris, her hands gently brushing up Chris' arms. Intrigued Chris rolled over and slid his hand into the last compartment of the nightstand, finding a can shapped object, he pulled it out to a wide grin spreading across his features as he realized exactly what it was
"Whipped cream huh?" Chris stated with a smirk as he turned back to face Stacy, to his surprise he was only met with a grin as wide as his. He was sure he was going to be having a good day
-Randy's House-
It was Nine AM and Randy was slowly rolling around in bed, trying to keep his last meal down and also trying to remember the events of the past night
"Why did I drink so much?" Randy muttered to himself, coming dangerously close to rolling off of the bed, making his stomach turn even more than previously
Randy continued rolling around in his bed and just thinking long and hard for a few more minutes, during this thinking Randy realized that he had told Trish that she could stay over last night, and that he had definitely taken her to his house, they had slept together and the last thing that Randy could remember was falling asleep cuddled up with Trish. The first thing that sprang to Randys mind was "Where the hell is Trish at?" But the question didn't stay locked in his brain for long, Randy had to get up to throw up. On his way to do so, he found one of Trish's shoes, further reminding him that she was there, So where the hell is she at now?
- Stephanie's House-
Stephanie's eyes popped open quickly, it was nine thirty in the morning and she was after telling Paul that he could come over as soon as he woke up. She wanted to be up and ready for when he came over, she also hopped that her parents were away on business again.
Stephanie rolled over and let out one of the biggest shrieks of her life. There was someone sitting on the edge of her bed. Much to her surprise it was only Shane who had just almost given her a mild heart attack.
"Jesus christ Steph!" Shane yelled as he reached his hands up, cuffing both ears to block out the noise of Stephanies shriek
"Well don't sneak into my room at like eight in the morning and lurk on my bed and I won't bust your ear drums!" Stephanie huffed as she clutched one hand over her heart and tried to steady her breathing
"I was just checking up on you, when I found these photo albums on the floor, I was sitting here looking through them for.. probably a little while and then my ears were almost left bleeding because someone can't notice her own brother!" Shane replied before removing his hands from his ears and rubbing them slowly
"Could you leave?" Stephanie asked before realizing how rude she had come across "It's nothing personal or anything but I want Paul to come over before mom and dad come back home, and I need to be ready for when he gets here"
"Actually thats kind of the main reason why I came in here, in case you were sick from all the liquor.. I have a bucket, cause mom and dad came home early this morning" Shane replied
"God damn" Stephanie mumled under her breath before realizing that Shane could probably be of use to her "Can you cover for me? Please?"
"I don't know Steph.. what's in it for me?" Shane asked
Kind of a short and boring update I know! But I'm really just using this to get back into the swing of things, I promise that the action will pick up in the next couple of chapters and I have a new idea as to how to make the story interesting again and that should unfold soon!
R&R and as always thanks for sticking with this story and reading it :)
