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Chapter 3: Pass Me The Anadin
September 3rd
God, I wish I'd shut my curtains properly yesterday night. Don't you just hate it when it's morning and you're trying to catch a little more sleep, but you can't because there's a shaft of sunlight that's found it's way through the gap in the curtains. And it knows that you're too tired/lazy/hung-over/all of the above to get up and close them properly. So instead of being polite and finding someone else to disturb it stays there, mocking you.
Damn sun.
Anyway, regardless of the sun, there was absolutely no way I was going to get back to sleep now. I'd made the fatal mistake of turning my head to see what time it was, and the hangover had hit me like a sledgehammer. Now I daren't move because of the damn pain. I need water, I need something to eat, I need some paracetamol and I need to pee. But since moving is out of the question, seems like I'm stuck here, sheets wrapped around me in a tangled heap, staring up at the white ceiling, which stares back impassively.
It was only when I felt something moving at my side that I was made aware of the presence of someone else. I painfully moved to investigate further, and my bleary eyes focused on a tangled mess of blonde hair.
"Marron?"
The name was out of my mouth before I could do anything about it, and the blonde hair was pushed out of the way by a perfectly manicured hand, to reveal sleepy blue eyes, half opened. Not Marron. Aya. Aya Williams, the girl I'd got drunk with and screwed to make myself feel better about Marron and Mr Calvin Klein.
"Hmm? What did you just say?" she asked groggily.
I winced, the sound of her voice was making my head throb even more.
"I didn't say anything," I muttered. "Did I wake you?" I might as well try to be considerate, right?
"Don't worry about it, sweetie," she said. "So, what are your plans for today?" She snuggled closer to me, resting her head on my chest, and my One Night Stand alarm bells sounded in my head immediately. Aya had just done exactly what I was hoping she wouldn't.
I'd better explain further about the One Night Stand code. Goten and I made this up while we were in college and Goten was just as happy to screw and move on as I was. Of course now, he and Paresu are Serious. Which means no more morning conversations about our respective lays. But anyway, back to the code. It goes a little bit like this:
An ONS will always be fully aware of her position. This basically means that she will not attempt to make the whole thing into anything more than a fling to be enjoyed and forgotten about. Your ONS alarm bell should be triggered if the ONS does any of the following:
Gazes lovingly into your eyes after sex.
Attempts to strike up a conversation in the manner of pillow talk after sex.
Clings to you for no apparent reason. An ONS should roll over and go to sleep, not cuddle up to you and try to 'bond'.
Addresses you using terms of endearment the morning after.
Cuddles up to you the morning after and treats you like she would someone she was Serious about.
Asks you what your plans for the rest of the day are, as this implies that she would like to be included in them.
So you can see why my alarm bell was ringing, right? But I was in trouble. I couldn't treat her like a regular ONS, because she was friends with Marron. And if I treated her like anything other than a princess, then she'd probably let Marron know, and then she'd get pissed at me. And I don't want that.
Wow. I've really, really screwed up this time. I realised she was waiting for an answer to her question, so I forced a smile.
"Uh, well, I have some things to sort out at work, I have to meet some clients for lunch, then there's some paperwork I need to do...all in all it's looking to be a busy day"
I could feel the disappointment emanating from her, but she managed to smile anyway.
"Oh right. That's too bad, I was hoping you might wanna do something today."
"Sorry, Aya, it's something I really can't get out of." I said, trying to sound apologetic. Sometimes it shocks me what an utter bastard I can be. I always get pissed off at Marron's boyfriends for being that way with her, and then I go and do the exact same thing to Aya. And the thing that really disturbs me is that I don't even feel guilty.
"When do you have to be at work?" she asked, pulling the covers up around herself and moving away from me.
"In about half an hour." I replied, leaning over the side of the bed to find something to wear. I may have had sex with the girl, but there was no way I was gonna walk around naked in front of her. I do have my modesty to think of.
After I'd found some clothes, I left the bedroom to let her get dressed. Goten was already up, making coffee in the kitchen and singing along to the radio.
"Paresu not here today then?" I asked, stifling a yawn. He turned around, handing me some coffee.
"Nah, she's working. So, what about you, good lay?"
I shrugged, collapsing into one of the chrome chairs near the table.
"Yeah, better than they usually are when I'm too plastered to remember where to put it. " I took a sip of coffee and Goten joined me at the table.
"Figured that. My room's not soundproof ya know."
I shrugged again, rubbing my head. The hangover wasn't gonna let up any time soon, I knew it.
"Pass me the Anadin," I muttered, holding out my hand for the painkillers on the counter top. Goten leaned back on his chair, grabbing them, then turned back to face me. His eyes locked onto something behind me and he let out a low whistle of appreciation.
"Hey there...Aya, was it?"
I snatched the tablets off Goten before turning to face Aya. She was fully dressed, her little denim bag over her shoulder. And I had to say, she was looking pretty good, considering she'd had so little sleep.
"Hi" she said briefly, flashing Goten a smile. She turned to me, adjusting her bag.
"I suppose I'd better leave you to get ready for work," she said, tucking her hair behind her ears. I stood up, giving her a quick hug. She looked up at me doubtfully.
"Will I see you again, anytime soon?"
And although it went against everything my mind was telling me to do, I smiled.
"Yeah, of course you will. You know my number?"
She nodded.
"I got it from Marron"
"Well, call me in a couple of days and we can work something out, okay?"
Her face brightened.
"Really? I'll hold you to that," She looked at Goten again. "Nice to meet you, Goten, bye. Bye, Trunks"
I unlocked the door to let her out, but she didn't move. Instead she looked at me expectantly. I got the message, and leaned over, kissing her swiftly.
"See ya later"
And with that, she left. I closed the door after her and sighed, taking two of the paracetamol out of the packet.
"Damn, my head is killing me" I moaned. Goten raised an eyebrow.
"Well, she wasn't your typical ONS," he commented. "And did you notice how much she looks like Marron?"
I popped the tablets into my mouth.
"Nope. Never crossed my mind"
But I knew he didn't believe me. Goten and I have been friends since forever, and he knows me as well as I know myself. He wasn't fooled for a minute. But I wasn't prepared to listen to another 'Tell Marron How You Feel' speech, so I ignored him. Besides, I had no chance with Marron now. I'd just slept with one of her friends, and she was dating Calvin Klein ad man. Bet he's got a really stupid foreign name, like Enrique. Or Pedro. Or...Bob.
Dammit, if only I'd told her how I felt before last night, none of this would have happened. Granted, I might have been horribly rejected, my pride and my faith in women crushed forever, but at least this wouldn't have happened.
Well, there's nothing I can do about it now. I guess I'll just have to figure a way out of this whole mess. Any ideas?
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A/N: Hey there guys, that's chapter three done. Hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for all the reviews! Sorry it took so long for me to update, but hey, I got there in the end, ne? Don't forget to review, and I'll see you soon for another chapter.
Aerith
Chapter 3: Pass Me The Anadin
September 3rd
God, I wish I'd shut my curtains properly yesterday night. Don't you just hate it when it's morning and you're trying to catch a little more sleep, but you can't because there's a shaft of sunlight that's found it's way through the gap in the curtains. And it knows that you're too tired/lazy/hung-over/all of the above to get up and close them properly. So instead of being polite and finding someone else to disturb it stays there, mocking you.
Damn sun.
Anyway, regardless of the sun, there was absolutely no way I was going to get back to sleep now. I'd made the fatal mistake of turning my head to see what time it was, and the hangover had hit me like a sledgehammer. Now I daren't move because of the damn pain. I need water, I need something to eat, I need some paracetamol and I need to pee. But since moving is out of the question, seems like I'm stuck here, sheets wrapped around me in a tangled heap, staring up at the white ceiling, which stares back impassively.
It was only when I felt something moving at my side that I was made aware of the presence of someone else. I painfully moved to investigate further, and my bleary eyes focused on a tangled mess of blonde hair.
"Marron?"
The name was out of my mouth before I could do anything about it, and the blonde hair was pushed out of the way by a perfectly manicured hand, to reveal sleepy blue eyes, half opened. Not Marron. Aya. Aya Williams, the girl I'd got drunk with and screwed to make myself feel better about Marron and Mr Calvin Klein.
"Hmm? What did you just say?" she asked groggily.
I winced, the sound of her voice was making my head throb even more.
"I didn't say anything," I muttered. "Did I wake you?" I might as well try to be considerate, right?
"Don't worry about it, sweetie," she said. "So, what are your plans for today?" She snuggled closer to me, resting her head on my chest, and my One Night Stand alarm bells sounded in my head immediately. Aya had just done exactly what I was hoping she wouldn't.
I'd better explain further about the One Night Stand code. Goten and I made this up while we were in college and Goten was just as happy to screw and move on as I was. Of course now, he and Paresu are Serious. Which means no more morning conversations about our respective lays. But anyway, back to the code. It goes a little bit like this:
An ONS will always be fully aware of her position. This basically means that she will not attempt to make the whole thing into anything more than a fling to be enjoyed and forgotten about. Your ONS alarm bell should be triggered if the ONS does any of the following:
Gazes lovingly into your eyes after sex.
Attempts to strike up a conversation in the manner of pillow talk after sex.
Clings to you for no apparent reason. An ONS should roll over and go to sleep, not cuddle up to you and try to 'bond'.
Addresses you using terms of endearment the morning after.
Cuddles up to you the morning after and treats you like she would someone she was Serious about.
Asks you what your plans for the rest of the day are, as this implies that she would like to be included in them.
So you can see why my alarm bell was ringing, right? But I was in trouble. I couldn't treat her like a regular ONS, because she was friends with Marron. And if I treated her like anything other than a princess, then she'd probably let Marron know, and then she'd get pissed at me. And I don't want that.
Wow. I've really, really screwed up this time. I realised she was waiting for an answer to her question, so I forced a smile.
"Uh, well, I have some things to sort out at work, I have to meet some clients for lunch, then there's some paperwork I need to do...all in all it's looking to be a busy day"
I could feel the disappointment emanating from her, but she managed to smile anyway.
"Oh right. That's too bad, I was hoping you might wanna do something today."
"Sorry, Aya, it's something I really can't get out of." I said, trying to sound apologetic. Sometimes it shocks me what an utter bastard I can be. I always get pissed off at Marron's boyfriends for being that way with her, and then I go and do the exact same thing to Aya. And the thing that really disturbs me is that I don't even feel guilty.
"When do you have to be at work?" she asked, pulling the covers up around herself and moving away from me.
"In about half an hour." I replied, leaning over the side of the bed to find something to wear. I may have had sex with the girl, but there was no way I was gonna walk around naked in front of her. I do have my modesty to think of.
After I'd found some clothes, I left the bedroom to let her get dressed. Goten was already up, making coffee in the kitchen and singing along to the radio.
"Paresu not here today then?" I asked, stifling a yawn. He turned around, handing me some coffee.
"Nah, she's working. So, what about you, good lay?"
I shrugged, collapsing into one of the chrome chairs near the table.
"Yeah, better than they usually are when I'm too plastered to remember where to put it. " I took a sip of coffee and Goten joined me at the table.
"Figured that. My room's not soundproof ya know."
I shrugged again, rubbing my head. The hangover wasn't gonna let up any time soon, I knew it.
"Pass me the Anadin," I muttered, holding out my hand for the painkillers on the counter top. Goten leaned back on his chair, grabbing them, then turned back to face me. His eyes locked onto something behind me and he let out a low whistle of appreciation.
"Hey there...Aya, was it?"
I snatched the tablets off Goten before turning to face Aya. She was fully dressed, her little denim bag over her shoulder. And I had to say, she was looking pretty good, considering she'd had so little sleep.
"Hi" she said briefly, flashing Goten a smile. She turned to me, adjusting her bag.
"I suppose I'd better leave you to get ready for work," she said, tucking her hair behind her ears. I stood up, giving her a quick hug. She looked up at me doubtfully.
"Will I see you again, anytime soon?"
And although it went against everything my mind was telling me to do, I smiled.
"Yeah, of course you will. You know my number?"
She nodded.
"I got it from Marron"
"Well, call me in a couple of days and we can work something out, okay?"
Her face brightened.
"Really? I'll hold you to that," She looked at Goten again. "Nice to meet you, Goten, bye. Bye, Trunks"
I unlocked the door to let her out, but she didn't move. Instead she looked at me expectantly. I got the message, and leaned over, kissing her swiftly.
"See ya later"
And with that, she left. I closed the door after her and sighed, taking two of the paracetamol out of the packet.
"Damn, my head is killing me" I moaned. Goten raised an eyebrow.
"Well, she wasn't your typical ONS," he commented. "And did you notice how much she looks like Marron?"
I popped the tablets into my mouth.
"Nope. Never crossed my mind"
But I knew he didn't believe me. Goten and I have been friends since forever, and he knows me as well as I know myself. He wasn't fooled for a minute. But I wasn't prepared to listen to another 'Tell Marron How You Feel' speech, so I ignored him. Besides, I had no chance with Marron now. I'd just slept with one of her friends, and she was dating Calvin Klein ad man. Bet he's got a really stupid foreign name, like Enrique. Or Pedro. Or...Bob.
Dammit, if only I'd told her how I felt before last night, none of this would have happened. Granted, I might have been horribly rejected, my pride and my faith in women crushed forever, but at least this wouldn't have happened.
Well, there's nothing I can do about it now. I guess I'll just have to figure a way out of this whole mess. Any ideas?
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A/N: Hey there guys, that's chapter three done. Hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for all the reviews! Sorry it took so long for me to update, but hey, I got there in the end, ne? Don't forget to review, and I'll see you soon for another chapter.
Aerith