She awoke with a strange feeling of warmth, she felt as though she were encased in the soft heat. She stretched with a smile playing on her lips, it was only then did she realize that there was someone lying beside her, and that the stranger had his arms wrapped around her. To say she was afraid to move would've been both an understatement and overstatement all at once. She wasn't completely sobered up which helped ease her nerves and dull her natural instinct to shout. Though that was true, that didn't quite keep her mind from registering the fact that she was in bed with a stranger.
She propped herself up on her elbow and attempted to turn her body to face the one joining her in bed without waking him. The small urge she had had early to shout disintegrated when her eyes fell upon Yamato's impossibly soft blonde hair resting on her shoulder. How did I ever let this happen? She asked herself as she rested her head on her pillow watching him sleep. A small smile was forming on his lips, and she didn't like it, she considered pushing him out of the bed, but decided against it, she was rather comfortable.
"Yamato," she whispered groggily. Her head was throbbing; she was beginning to have a horrible hangover. "Yamato," she repeated, he mumbled something and buried his head in her shoulder.
She grimaced upon the situation, which was why she couldn't understand why she felt like giggling at his gesture. How much did I drink last night? She couldn't even recall how she got into bed; let alone how he ended up joining her. Turning her body completely towards him, his head slipped off of her shoulder. Staring at his calm face she was attempting to fight the strong urge to kiss him, had she been sober she never would've acted on it. Making sure he was still asleep, she licked her lips and laid a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, and then another along his jaw—she continued down his neck. What the hell am I doing? She asked quickly pulling away, she fixed her attention on the ceiling.
She heard him groan and turned to her side to find him staring at her. They remained doing so for a moment before she spoke up, "what the hell are you doing in my bed?" His arms released themselves from around her waist and went to his face to shield himself from her attack.
"You said you wouldn't hate me, remember…" he stated as he took hold of her hands in an attempt her to keep from scratching his eyes out.
"I don't recall ever agreeing to this," she said bringing her hands down.
"What? You don't remember? What the hell, this isn't fair…" He questioned incredulously.
"Does it look like I remember anything of what you're saying? This is ridiculous, I would never agree to what you're saying I agreed to." She accused him while hitting him with a pillow.
"Would you stop hitting me," he said as he took the pillow from her hands.
"Even if you were telling the truth, which you aren't, why would I suggest you sleep in my bed? And another thing which my mind is finding hard to comprehend—why would Yamato Matt Ishida have to have taken off his pants to sleep in my bed?" She asked looking him straight in the eye.
"As hard as it is for your little brain to understand, it isn't too hard for mine since I didn't get piss drunk last night. Had I followed your model we wouldn't be having this conversation…well argument. Why, because it all would've been quite obvious; even for you to understand!" He shouted moving out of her reach.
"What that didn't make any sense…what are you trying to say?"
"For the love of god…I'm going to be as blunt as possible. Had I gotten drunk like you, I wouldn't be the only stripped down to their undergarments. And because of that you wouldn't be asking: what are you doing here?, how'd you get in my bed? you'd know fully what we did."
"…Tell me we didn't," There was an edge to her voice that made him cringe. Gone was the somewhat sweet, vulnerable Mimi of the night before and he didn't want to think about how often she woke up in the arms of strangers just like this asking that question. Just the idea made his stomach turn.
"What…no—We could if you want." He said suggestively putting his arm around her in a playful manner.
She took his arm and moved it away from her. Looking him directly in the eye without blinking, she shoved him out of her bed. A resounding thud was heard followed by a low groan.
"That was very mature of you," his voice was muffled.
Leaning over the side of the bed she, lying on her stomach she watched him glare at her from the floor. He made an attempt at standing up, but she stuck her arm out and pushed him back down. "You aren't getting any closer than that to my bed unless otherwise stated." She stated repeating the process of pushing him to the floor.
"I think I prefer Drunk-Off-Her-Ass-Mimi over Sober-Violent-Mimi any day. At least she's funny every now and then." He commented after having given up on standing.
"Very funny," she replied dryly.
"Mimi!" an all too familiar voice was heard nearing the room.
She leaped out of the bed and began to gather his clothes from the ground. "Get up!" she demanded as she threw all of his things into her closet.
"Now you want me to get up," he said as he stood beside her.
"No time, shut-up," she said shoving him into her closet as well. She turned towards the door just in time to see the knob turning.
"Hey Mimi, are you all right?" her friend asked looking at her strangely.
"Hi Sora. Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" she questioned taking a discreet glance at the closet.
"I thought I heard voices," she stated "why does your room smell like cologne?" she asked with an arch brow.
"I have no idea," Mimi admitted as she nudged one of Yamato's shoes under her bed.
"…Sure, I mean Kyle isn't just outside your house…" Sora hinted around.
"…Kyle…Wait, what?"
"Don't act like you don't know…you and Kyle practically spent the whole span of the party together. And then when I pull into the drive way I see him lying on the floor pretending to be asleep."
"…I don't understand any of this," Mimi mumbled to herself. "Kyle is probably only here because he passed out. I assure you that I wouldn't do anything like that with him, ever in my life."
"Well Mimi, I just dropped by to check up on you. I was calling you all morning and you never answered so I just came by, but you have everything under control,"
Author's Notes: So the 3rd chapter is up…I really have no idea where I'm heading with this.