Why Should I Care?

The First Accepting Cute Guy when you Puke on his Shoes

Disclaimer: I own no one!

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Trish groaned, slowly waking up. Her head felt like a thousand elephants were resting on it; her stomach was angry and she could barely stand.

"You do know how to get drunk," a masculine voice commented. "Relax and take these," Two pills and a glass of water was placed in her hand.

"What are they? Who are you?" she grunted. The voice chuckled.

"Tylenol, and I'm Alan aka AJ,"

AJ? As in cute guy AJ from the engagement party? She had passed out in front of AJ?

What a great first impression! She thought, swallowing the pills with a sip of water.

"Where am I?" she mumbled, struggling not to vomit. AJ chuckled.

"Amy's guest room. She wanted me to stay with you until you woke up," AJ explained. Trish nodded.

What was it about AJ that was so attractive? Why couldn't she figure it out?

"I can't drink!" she moaned. AJ stifled a laugh.

"You can't drink?" he inquired. Trish shook her head.

"Three glasses of champagne and well, you know," she said. Glancing down, she could hear Amy argue with Adam.

"Those two have been at it all morning," AJ said. "I can't figure out if it's just some wild sex game or if they're mad at each other,"

Trish smacked herself in the head. She couldn't have heard him correctly. Had he really said that?

Amy popped her head in the room. "You feeling better?"

"Kind of. How wasted did I get?" Trish asked. Amy sighed.

"You puked on AJ's shoes,"

Trish felt herself flush red. How embarrassing was that? Now, she had no chance. No guy wanted to be with a girl who puked on his shoes.

"God, AJ, I am SO sorry," Trish murmured. AJ chuckled, slipping his arm around her.

"It's okay. It won't be the first time and it won't be the last time," he said, kissing her forehead. She blushed. "How's your head?"

"It hurts but your Tylenol's kicking in," she said. AJ grinned.

"You'll be fine in a few hours," he murmured.

"There's hot coffee downstairs," Amy told her.

Moving downstairs, Trish was mortified. How had she puked on his shoes? This wasn't happening.

She filled a cup with boiling hot black coffee. Immediately, she downed half of it, blistering her throat.

"Coffee won't cure your hangover," Adam commented, sipping a bottle of mineral water.

"Don't talk to me," Trish moaned, finishing her coffee. "I just found out I puked on a really cute guy's shoes,"

"We've all done things we're not proud of when we're drunk." Adam muttered. "AJ didn't mind much,"

AJ wandered into the kitchen, barely hiding his grin. Trish groaned, knowing she looked horrible.

Adam thrust a plate of toast in front of her. Trish groaned. The last thing she wanted to do was eat. Her hangover still made her nauseous.

"Nibble it slowly," he told her. "I'm sorry I invited Randy," Nibbling slowly, Trish shook her head.

"Don't apologize," she snapped. "You have every right to invite who you want to your engagement party,"

She couldn't help but notice AJ stare at her. Why? Why did he insist on watching every bite she took?

"AJ, thank you for having Tylenol ready for me," she murmured. He nodded.

"I wanted you to be comfortable," he said, sitting across from her.

He was cute. Trish couldn't deny that. His smile was charismatic. Trish hated to admit it, but she was attracted to him.

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