I shoved myself away from the couch, stumbling over my shoes that were heaped in a pile on the floor with my jacket and purse.
"Bathroom," I mumbled, blushing profusely as all of the boys turned to look at me. I hurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I put my hand on the vanity, leaning my head forward to rest it on the cool glass. What the hell was I thinking. Johnny? Worst move I could have made tonight. What if Bryan had seen? Forget killing any chance I had with him- not that I had one anyways. But what about the rest of the guys. They were like brothers to me. They had been there for me through the roughest time of my life. How could I even think about screwing up the team like that? After all, that was part of the reason I was trying to get over Bryan.
I finally gathered up the courage to walk back out to the living room. Much to my amusement, and with more then a little relief, I saw Johnny was asleep on the couch where I had left him. I plopped down on the other couch, leaning forward to poke Kevin's shoulder.
"Dude. Do you guys not know how to share? Your mothers must be ashamed."
"Oh shove it Aimee. You never play and you know it!" he shot back at me, laughing.
I laughed along with him, finally conceding that he was right, I never played, even when they asked me to. I stayed up with them, watching them play, until I fell asleep about an hour later.
I woke up suddenly to someone cursing. My eyes shot open, and I yanked the blanket down from where it was, covering my face.
"What the fuck," I groaned, burrowing my face back into the pillow to avoid the bright sun streaming through the windows.
"Sorry dude" Johnny laughed, "Don't leave your shit on the floor and I wont wake you up when I trip over it." My eyes widened, and I groaned despite myself. Hearing his voice brought back last night, and what I had almost done.
"Oh. Um, sorry about that" I said, chuckling weakly, hoping he wouldn't notice.
He did.
"Whats wrong," I heard him call, as he walked around the house, cleaning up all the bottles and trash from the night before. "Drink a little too much last night?"
"Um. Nothing. Just a little tired this morning." I dragged myself of the couch and hurried into the bathroom, avoiding Johnny. I looked into the mirror, shaking my head at my reflection. My hair was still in decent shape, but the same couldn't be said for my makeup. I quickly washed my face, then rooted around in the top drawer until I found the toothbrush I kept there.
I finished freshening up and took a good look at myself in the mirror. I didn't look bad, though I was thanking god I hadn't slept in my dress. It was BCBG, not cheap at all, but it looked damn good on me, and was worth every penny that I had spent on it. I'd stolen a pair of boxers and a t shirt out of the (I hoped) clean laundry pile. I figured they were Bryan's, not ,of course, that it made a difference.
"Time to face the music Aimee," I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath and walking out of the bathroom. I wandered into the kitchen, knowing that somebody, most likely Johnny, had made coffee. I was right. I made my way over to the pot, grabbing the creamer off the counter.
"Well thats a little different from the dress last night. You sure its clean?"
