AN: finally, an update. cause i've had so much going on lately, i need to filter it out through story. i also started my job at target a month ago and now have almost no free time to write:( so please review so i feel that it's worth it.
Thunder in his brain. Lightning on his eyelids. Craig awoke to a body shot through with dull throbs.
He slowly rubbed the crust out from the corners of his eyes and opened them. Sunlight spilled joyfully across his face and caused him to squint at his surroundings.
His legs were tangled up in a sheet, his shoes rubbed against the fabric akwardly just to make the knot tighter. He groaned and sat up, his back cracking as he did so. At least that felt good, but not the bowling ball that dropped in his gut the moment he was vertical. He quickly brought a hand to his mouth and swallowed the stray vomit.
Looking around himself he realized he wasn't in his own bed, or even his room. There was a busted stereo in the corner of the yellow-walled room with a pile of cd's on top of it. A pair of boots rested next to the gaping closet.
Craig groaned from the particularly pounding pain in his head. It was time to get up and go home.
He twisted out of the sheet and stood up. Sean had a mirror next to his bed which showed Craig glamourously sporting a drowned looking afro and dark circles under his eyes. He ignored his replica and went to the door.
A wave of sour stench washed over him and he covered his nose with his sleeve. There were a few stragglers still stranded from the party, but mostly everyone was gone. Craig spotted Sean lying on the couch with Ellie nestled in the crook of his body.
"Hey, Sean", Craig nudged his buddy's shoulder, trying not to wake the girl in his arms. Sean grunted, but other than that, showed no signs of awakening. Craig sighed and went in search for a writing utensil and a scrap of paper. He left a note on the fridge saying he had left.
As his calloused hand touched the front doorknob, he remembered Ashley. How he had treated her, how drunk he had been, and how nice the fondling had felt. He sighed, and decided to see if she had slept overnight too.
Careful not to step on Spinner's unconcious smiling face, he reached the bedroom where he had taken Ashley last night. There were no windows in this room, so he couldn't see if there was anyone on the bed. He stepped into the room, not wanting to make any sound, afraid he'd wake the lump he had just noticed lying in the bed.
He tip-toed to the bedside and looked down at the sleeping form. He couldn't tell who it was. So he knelt down, and slowly peeled the blankets back from whosever's face it was.
Ashley's angelic glow greeted him. Her closed eyes the shape of full moons. The curve of her cheek complimenting the turn of her eyelashes and twists of short hair. He swallowed hard. He didn't want to wake her up, he couldn't face her right now.
A kiss to his fingers, then pressed to her cheek, and he was gone.
AN: so that's all for now. tell what you liked and didn't, just say something.