Hey babes! Back again with a new small, quick fic for ya! Have had this one sitting in the drafts for a while, and I'm on vacation so I thought I'd finish it up and post it.
Enjoy!
Slowly coming into consciousness, Skye squints against the bright rays of sun shining through the nearby blinds to let her eyes adjust. Her head is pounding and her mouth tastes disgusting, her memories of the previous night are hazy at best. She knows she showed up with a couple of her closest friends including her roommates, had a couple of fruity drinks, and flirted with a few unfamiliar faces, but it's all a blur after that.
Pushing herself into a sitting position on the unfamiliar couch, she groans and presses a hand against the side of her head, waiting for the pounding to lessen and for the churning of her stomach to settle. She's not sure if she ate something bad or just had a little too much to drink. Maybe a combination of both. It certainly wouldn't be the first time.
Once things internally feel a little more settled, she takes a deep breath and slowly looks around to take in the room around her, hoping something will jog her memory of how exactly she ended up on the couch in a frat house. There are red Solo cups scattered all around the room, some crushed and torn apart, as well as random pieces of food and garbage lying everywhere, along with a few different clothing items.
Patting down her pockets, she searches for her phone, thankfully finding it still on her person and not covered in any of the usual messes that happen at parties like these. She taps at the screen a few times, only to let out a frustrated sigh when it remains blank even after hitting the power button. That would be her luck.
"What the hell even happened last night?" she asks herself, trying her hardest to remember any details about the night before as she tosses her phone aside and runs a hand through her hair. She winces when she hits a few knots, yet another question entering her mind of how the knots got there.
"You passed out."
Startled, she turns to find a young, attractive, dark-haired man leaning against the doorway across from her, his arms folded casually across his broad chest. "What?" she asks, her brows furrowing together, as she takes in his dark sweats and grey henley.
"You passed out during the party last night," he tells her, pushing off the wall to walk closer. "No one came over to claim you at any point and take you home so I figured I'd just let you sleep off whatever you drank."
She blinks a few times. "Okay, that's uh, that's cool. Thanks. So, um, do you know where my friends are? If I slept here then that means they ditched me and are hopefully wondering where I am."
"Sorry, wish I could help you there, but I'm not entirely sure who you came with," he tells her honestly with a shrug. "It was packed last night and not everyone here was someone that I knew. All I know is that after most people cleared out I found you completely passed out on the couch." He gestures to the couch she's currently sitting on that certainly looks like it's seen far better days. "It's almost noon, so I think before you do anything, you should probably eat something. And there's a charger over there if you need to plug your phone in," he tells her, pointing to a spot in the far corner.
She looks at him, giving him a once-over and taking in his unfairly chiseled features, not quite knowing what to say to him. "Okay," she says eventually after a quiet minute. "And what do you suggest I eat? Because I'm not entirely sure what I'll be able to keep down right now."
He takes a deep breath. "Well, I wasn't sure what you'd like, and I am more than aware of the limitations that a hangover can put on you with food, so I did my best to make up a few things that might work."
"You made me breakfast?" she asks, trying to ignore the small twisting of her gut that she tells herself is just hunger pains.
He chuckles lightly. "Let's call it brunch. But like I said, I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I made a few different things. There's some pancakes, toast, eggs, bacon, orange juice, and milk."
"Wow." She laughs quietly. "That's quite the spread."
The man in the doorway shrugs. "I'm a college student; we don't exactly have the biggest budget."
She nods her head and instantly regrets it. "Right. I know that feeling all too well. I'm Skye, by the way. I don't know if we met last night at all."
"We didn't. Not formally, at least. But it's nice to meet you now. I'm Grant."
She smiles softly at him before standing from the couch and taking a deep breath. "So, Grant, are we going to eat or what?"
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