Beams of sunlight shun threw the flimsy window curtains, hitting the face of a comatose Emilie. She groaned deeply as she was tossed out of dreamland and landed hard into hangover world. She turned over onto her back, hoping that the shift in body position might soothe her pounding head but it didn't.

"Oh god." She whimpered. 'Why would you do this to yourself?' she silently scolded herself. She knew she had absolutely no alcohol tolerance yet she still thought she could drink with guys that outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. 'Real stupid Em'

As the sharp pain continued to liquefy her brain she heard the bathroom door open. She managed to control her senses long enough to look up and see Jeff smiling down at her. He had to chuckle at the sight before him. Emilie looked liked the living dead. Hair all tussled, dark circles around her eyes, and her skin was as pale as the white sheets she lay upon.

"Hey there Keith Richards" Jeff laughed, but Emilie wasn't in the joking mood. Without warning she jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, nearly knocking Jeff over in the process, and slammed the door behind her. Jeff walked over to his duffel bag, not really wanting to hear Emilie pukeing her lungs out. He threw on a pair of baggie jeans and a plain white T-shirt. He didn't have a show to go to today so he was hoping to spend all day with Emilie, but given her current condition he wasn't to sure about that idea. Jeff picked up the phone and dialed room services as he sat down on the bed.

"Hello room services" the voice on the other end answered "what room are you in?"

"387" Jeff replied.

"Okay what can I get you?"

"Just a cup of coffee please."

"Okay it will be about fifteen minutes."

"No problem. Thank you."

"Is there anything else you would like sir?"

"No just the coffee."

"Okay sir. Thank you for calling and enjoy your stay."

"Thank you."

Jeff hung up the phone and lay back onto the bed. His thoughts wondered back to the other night. Emilie stumbling her way back to their room, leaning on Jeff's shoulder while singing loudly to the 70's rock classics. She was like that high school girl that always managed to show up at your parties and get completely trashed. It was rather cute. But was it cute enough for him to have said the three words he had never said to a woman before. It's true that he was feeling things for Emilie he had never felt before but was it love? How would he know? He was almost relived that Emilie didn't hear him the night before. It was way too soon in the relationship for the "L" word to pop up. She probably would have panic if she had heard him. Jeff would have understood if she did. Love can be a very scary thing and she clearly had some unresolved issues with it. Jeff thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the bathroom door opening. Emilie staggered out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed beside Jeff.

"I'm dieing." She cried.

"You're not dieing. But you are going to be feeling very unpleasant for while."

They both heard a knock coming form the door. Emilie, unable to move, let Jeff answer. She heard a few words exchanged then the door shut. Jeff came walking back into the room hold a mug.

"I ordered some coffee. I figured that and a nice shower might make you feel better. And of course" he said reaching into his bag "some Advil. A hangover's worse nightmare."

He helped her sit up and handed her the cup and two Advil. She popped the pills in her mouth and took a sip of coffee. Blach!! How she hated that stuff. But Jeff did go thru the trouble of getting it for her and she knew it would help, so she didn't complain.

"Thank you for doing all this for me."

"Hey it's no problem" he said "besides it's a small price to pay for how happy you've made me."

Emilie could feel her cheeks blush. Even with a hangover she could still get embarrassed. The sudden burst of red on her pale face didn't go unnoticed by Jeff.

"Why do you always blush when I say things like that?" he asked making a space behind Emilie for himself so that she could rest back onto him.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just not use to someone saying such nice things to me."

"Well you should get use to it. Because I plan on saying nice things all the time."

Jeff leaned down, kissing the top of Emilie's head and wrapped his arms around her. Maybe he wasn't ready to put a name to this feeling between the two of them but whatever it was he knew he liked it. If it was love then he would wait to find out, but for now he'd just enjoy whatever he was feeling.