Ch. 2: The Morning After
-Mmm… Wen? - A blonde, semi-naked teenager was lying on the bed, rather confused, and lonelier than he'd like.
He yawned and looked at his watch. 7.45? 'Where the fuck is she?' He reached out his phone and dialed Wendy's number.
'Hey this is Wendy, I'm obviously not available so leaving a message won't make a difference, buh-bye'
-Listen you slut, you better get your ass back here before it gets any later or you'll get what you deserve.
Drake tried to open his eyes but felt as he had them glued.
His alarm went off and he was obliged to open up a little. He turned to his side and watched the view from his window. His back ached, and with a good reason! He had woken up in the middle of a living room floor of all places.
-What the-
-Mmmm.
Drake froze as the owner of that tired moan started kissing his back. He didn't recall anything about last night past 3 AM. And he certainly didn't know who was lying beneath the sheets with him.
'Oh my god, I didn't did I? Oh boy, oh boy.
I felt the moisture of kisses in my neck and back, as two hands grabbed me from behind and circled around my waist.
I smiled and laughed a little. He then slides his hands all the way down on my back and couldn't help myself.
-Drake I'm gonna get off and the day hasn't even started yet.
He stopped.
-Who's Drake? It's Dan baby girl, I've told you.
I turned my head around and I didn't see neither Drake, nor my boyfriend. Luckily.
I went pale. Good morning everyone.
A/N: Soooo, everyone has some explaining to do. Who's the girl with Drake? Who's the guy with Wendy? Find out next on The End in Wendy.