Okay. I am SO sorry for the time it took me to write this. I'd like to say that this won't happen again, but I'd probably be lying. x:
So I can only thank those of you who are prepared to put up with my slow updates.
As for this chapter, it's mostly just a filler. Next chapter you can expect stuff to really start picking up. ;D
"Hnnnn- Oooh. My head is killing me." I mumbled from under the covers. I only opened my eyes to see what time it was and I instantly regretted it. This wasn't the first time I woke up to a pounding head. I knew this was a result to whatever we - the girls and I - did last night. Honestly I wasn't too sure what happened. I remember sitting at the table and Richie serving us our drinks. But other than that? It was a bit fuzzy. I could only assume May drove us home like she did every time we had one of these girl's nights.
Faintly through the pulsating and throbbing in my head I could hear the shower running. Unknowingly, a smile made its way to my face. He was still home. It wasn't very often I woke up before Paul would leave for work.
Ignoring how my head screamed to just sit still, I stood up and slowly walked towards the bathroom door. Creaking it open I winced at how the hinges squeaked. It was obvious my cover was blown because the shower stopped running and my boyfriend's hand reached out to grab a towel. Next thing I see is Paul standing there smirking at me, his lower half covered with that stupid towel. Did I ever mention how much I hate towels?
"How's your head feeling?" He asked tauntingly. He didn't even look at me as he stood at the sink shaving.
I stood there sheepishly. "It's fine." I lied through a strained smile.
"Hn. Here, take this." I looked at the item he held in his hand. A pill bottle. Leave it to Paul to know when I was lying. Deciding to take mercy on my head, I didn't protest and took the pills and filled a glass of water. Then I headed back to our bedroom and sat down.
I had to admit, it was nice to wake up early. I didn't need to be in such a rush to get ready, and I got the chance to spend a little bit of time with my soon-to-be-fiance. Fiance... I really liked the sound of that. What I do remember from last night, was how happy I was to announce the news to everyone. I couldn't help but to wonder how he would propose though. Maybe he would take me to some fancy restaurant and propose infront of everyone! Oh oh! Or maybe he would take me on a moonlight stroll in the park and do it infront of a huge flowing water fountain.
Before I could ponder anymore, Paul walked in dressed and seemingly ready to go to work. I stood up and he gave me a quick kiss. "I'm off. Tch, oh and try and take it easy today okay?" I nodded, resiting the urge to roll my eyes at that same taunting tone he seemed to always use with me. He gave me another kiss and walked towards the door.
Smiling a bit to myself I waved, even though I knew he couldn't see. "See you later tonight!" I was satisfied as I saw his head nod affirming that I would indeed see him.
Enjoying the extra time I had, I took my time getting ready for work. Once I was done I glanced at my watch. I had even more extra time than I thought I would. Taking advantage of this, I decided I would walk to work rather than taking a taxi. Not only would it be good to get some air, it would also save some money. Satisfied with myself I left our apartment at a leisurely pace.
Luckily for me my headache had mostly cleared up by time I reached the building I was so familiar with. It was a big building, atleast thirty floors. Obviously not all those floors were for our magazine though. The office space and everything where we worked was placed on the twenty-fourth floor. I rather liked it, I got a pretty good view from my office's window.
As I made my way to my office in high spirits, my headache quickly returned. It wasn't from the drinking I did last night, oh no, this headache was caused by something else. Rather, someone else. My secretary. Ursula. I just don't understand what that woman has against me. Her first day here we hit it off great. Then I jokingly made one comment about her shoes not matching her purse, and bam! She's out to make my life a living hell.
Walking up to her desk which sat right outside my office door, I tried to put a pleasant smile on my face. "Any messages?"
Ursula looked up at me with this certain look in her eyes. I didn't like that look. "Pff. Your little friend, the teacher, called." I waited for her to say more but she never did.
"And?"
Now she was looking rather impatient. If anyone should be impatient, it should be me!
"And what? I told you she called. If you're trying to ask if she left a message, she didn't." With that said she turned away and began to type on her computer.
I hated the tone she used with me. She was so... snotty! So dismissive and she had no respect for me. If I could fire her, I would have a long time ago. It wouldn't be professional for me to go off on her, so I just entered the confines of my office.
I was happy to say we had the next issue ready and approved for publishing a day ahead of schedule. Which didn't leave me with too much to do today. Spinning absentmindedly in my chair, I picked up the phone and dialed May's cellphone. With any luck she would be able to talk. After four rings she picked up.
"Hey Dawn!"
"Hey May. Miss. Snotty Pants said you called?" I could hear May giggle on the other end.
"Haha, Ursula is still giving you trouble?"
"Yep... She's begining to become a pain in my neck."
"Hm, maybe we should introduce her to Harley and they can plot ways to annoy us together!" I couldn't help but laugh. I had no doubt those two would get along great. Before I could comment May began talking again. "So last night must had been great, my head is still killing me. How about you?"
This had me a bit baffled. "What? Didn't you drive us home last night?"
"Nuh uh." I could practically see May shaking her head. "All Drew would tell me was that Richie called him, Ash, and Paul and they picked us up."
...Paul came last night? Ugh, how could I not remember this?! Just what did we do? Oh, I bet I made a fool of myself. "Urgg. That explains the way he was looking at me this morning."
May sighed. "You too, huh? I just wanted to smack that smirk off Drew's face this morning." Okay, what did we do last night? May's voice suddenly sounded rushed. "Sorry, gotta go Dawn! Class is about to start. Talk to you later!" Then she hung up.
I sighed. I had the rest of the day to ponder on how much of a fool I made of myself last night. I also had the rest of the day to get the courage to ask Paul.
I arrived at home to find Paul resting in bed later that day. His job as a personal trainer was not only physically challenging, but for Paul it was also mentally challenging. He had to use all his self control to not yell at people telling them how pathetic they were.
I decided to make my presence known by collapsing in bed next to him. A bit startled he looked up and instantly relaxed when he saw me. I smiled at him. "Rough day today?" I asked him and he groaned in response.
"Somehow I get stuck training complete idiots." I stifled a giggle at the tired look he shot me. I thought this to be the best time to question him about last night.
"Hey Paul, May told me that you, Drew, and Ash picked us up last night." I tried to sound as casual as I could, but when Paul started smirking I began to worry.
"Yeah, and?" He rose his eyebrow and I knew he was completely amused by my suffering.
"Well... I don't really remember much."
His smirk grew bigger. Damn that smirk, even if I did find it sexy ninety-nine percent of the time. "Hn, let me guess. You want me to tell you that you didn't make an idiot of yourself." With his words I grew a little more hopeful.
"Does that mean that I didn't make a fool of myself?" He nodded slightly and waved his hand dismissively as he rolled over to go back to sleep. I was understandably relieved.
I slowly got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. But before I was out of earshot I heard him hum a familiar tune. It was then that I started to remember what happened. Aw, crap.
In case you didn't get it, the tune Paul was humming was Don't cha, the song the girls sang the night before. :p
Yeah. It took me over three months to write THAT. n_n'
But it's support from you guys that finally got me to write it.
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