*David's POV*

I was awake and alert, my head felt like a bottle had been smashed over it, and I didn't know where I crashed the night before; but I knew if I opened my eyes, my head would only feel worse.

Unfortunately for me, once I wake up hung over, it's only a matter of minutes before my body reminds me of what I did the night before. I felt my legs and back start to ache first, then my arms, and to my surprise, my throat and ass…

I wasn't too concerned at all the pain; I've done some pretty fucked up shit when I've been wasted. Some girl probably shoved her fingers up my ass… Again…

I did a 180 with my body so I could turn to my most recent prostitute, so I could assess if I should take myself to be tested for any STD's.

I reached for her shoulder and pulled her close to me, "Damn she's flat…" I thought to myself as I placed my lips on hers.

She didn't respond so I finally decided to slowly peel open my eyes, once they readjusted, I experienced the biggest shock of my life; The "girl" sleeping next to me was Kyle.

I screamed and fell on the floor of the hotel room, this, of course, woke Kyle up.

"Dude, what time is it?"

I glared at him for a few seconds before finally speaking: "You just woke up next to me and your only concern is the damn time! ?"

"Huh, your mood changes fast, you were fine with it last night." Kyle said as he sat up and stretched his arms towards the celling.

I raised an eyebrow at him and tried to remember anything I could from last night, it took a few minutes but eventually I remembered being on the floor, with Kyle in front of-

Shit.

"Dude… Did I… Suck your dick last night?"

"That's not the only thing you did with me last night," Kyle looked straight at me with a smug grin spread across his face.

God damnit he was so annoying. He pissed me off enough that I jumped to my feet and tackled him on the bed and threw punch after punch at his face.

This wasn't my best idea, Kyle had at least 6 inches and 30 pounds on me, I'm not sure what made me think I could take him.

He pushed me off of him easily; I hit the wall and collapsed into a heap on the ground, I jumped back up and hit him in the face with my right fist, which he easily retaliated. Kyle lifted his left leg and kicked my right shin.

I looked up at him and felt the anger in my head get the absolute best of me, I pulled back my right fist and threw it towards Kyle's eye.

Of course, Kyle, like the fucking ninja he is, caught my fist in his hand, and stared down at me. He jerked his arm down and released my fist so that it went back down into place at my side. With one of his hands, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, with his other, he punched my stomach, causing me to loose my breath and double over in pain.

I coughed a couple of times and spit out the brick red liquid that came from my mouth. I looked up at him, still clutching my stomach with both arms, he was breathing heavily, he was staring back at me; He let out a large amount of air from his lungs in anger before he turned back to the bed, sat down, and put his head in his hands, he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

I slowly gained my breath back and sat up against the wall, being cautious of Kyle's movement, one swift kick of his leg and I'd be out.

I felt something drip on my knee; it was blood. Another drop fell, I traced it back to its source; it was falling from my nose.

I reached for my sweatshirt to apply pressure with, but before I could press it against my nose ring, Kyle yanked it from my hands and handed me the box of tissues, he had put his jeans back on now, he was still shirtless however. I looked up at his face, he wasn't looking at me any longer. With his left hand, he was holding a wet towel up to his eye.

I took the box and set it on the floor in front of me, I took a few out and pressed them against my face until the bleeding stopped.

Kyle was standing in the other side of the room when I looked up, he was moving his right shoulder around, then the left his jaw tightened and he closed his eyes and let out a shaky sigh.

I stood up and walked to where my American flag boxers were lying on the ground. I slipped those on, and looked to the other side of the room to see Kyle sitting in a chair with his head tilted back and his eyes closed.

I walked quietly behind him and bent down until our lips met, once I pulled away, Kyle opened his eyes confused and sat up in the little wooden chair.

"I'm so sorry," I said as I wrapped my arms gently around his neck and rested my head on his good shoulder. He turned, kissed me on the cheek, stood up and grabbed my shoulders,

"Don't be, all this shit is my fault, I shouldn't have done all of this without you being sobe-"

I cut him off with my lips gently massaging his, we stopped and I pulled him closer to me. His hands felt perfect on my back, just like they belonged there, he ran his hands up and down my back and eventually up to my neck, towards my face, and our lips touched again. Kyle pulled away and I looked at his jaw.

"Shit did I do that to you?" There was a large splotch of blue and purple on the left side of his chin. I set my hand on it, but Kyle grabbed my wrist and moved my hand back to my waist.

"It's alright, just a bruise," Kyle smiled at me, "it'll heal."

I faked a half smile and looked up at him, "Just go get some ice for it please? If you wont do it for you, do it for me."

He sighed and walked over to the sink and bent down under it to find the little bucket. "You're lucky you're so god damn attractive." I smiled, looked down, blushed a little, and scratched my head. I'm not too used to the whole 'boyfriend' thing yet.

As he was getting ice down the hall, I located my pants and belt and slipped them over my legs. I reached in my pockets, in the left, I found my wallet with the two fifties I left in it. In the right, I found my, phone. I pulled it out and frowned, there goes another iPhone in the garbage.

I found my shirt and jacket and slipped the grey shirt over my head and ribcage. I smelled the jacket and threw it back to the other side of the room. I have no intentions on smelling like a prostitute the entire day.

I walked over to the mirror and looked at my nose, still stained with blood. I reached for the towel hanging on the silver hoop and wet the corner of it before applying it to the mess of my face.

I wet my hair with the sink as well, just incase I smell like cigarettes. I reached for the little bottle of shampoo they put in each room. I emptied the bottle into my hand, "It would have to be a thick, white, fluid. Why not?" I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes and ran my hands through my thick hair, as I did, I thought about how we're going to tell Lou, Josh, and Eric about this…