Authors Note: Here it is! the final chapter! This has been so much hard work and I thank you all for taking this journey with me! Another thank you to everyone who patiently waited for the final installment! Wait no longer my lovelies! Oh! and don't forget to comment! I really want to know what you think!
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Star was being pulled from the state of blissful sleep into a state of awareness. The awareness of throbbing pain trying to split her skull in two. This same awareness caused Star to open her eyes and she saw not her hello kitty alarm clock but a neck. Now she was aware of three things: She was not at home in her own cozy bed, she was in bed with someone who most likely owned this bed and her head felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to it.
Star attempted to move quietly and slowly away from this person and became painfully aware of two more things: she was wrapped pretty tightly in this persons arms, and that she was completely naked under the sheet.
Oh no.
Star tried to get a good look at his face but it was buried in his huge pillow. Looking around the room, she gathered she was in a frat house of some kind, what with the Greek lettering on the walls, the mess, and the smell. She decided to get herself out ASAP. Slowly, she removed herself from his arms, detangled herself from his legs and attempted to sit upright on the edge of the bed. She closed her eyes and groaned inwardly at the increased pounding in her head.
Still clutching the blanket to herself to hide her nakedness, she scanned the room for her clothes. They were nowhere to be found.
"Shit!" she whispered aloud.
"Well good morning to you too!"
Star turned around slowly, so she wouldn't agitate her aching head and there he was again.
"Adrian?" she asked slightly confused.
"Tis I," he stated. He sat up as well, and it was then that she noticed she was hogging the blanket, because there was only a small corner of it covering his lap.
Suddenly, the cold hand of realization slapped her across the face.
"We, we didn't sleep together did we?" the panic she felt must've been written all over her face because he looked almost amused.
He said nothing, just stood up revealing that he did in fact have some clothes on. If snug boxer breifs count. His body looked magnificent as he strode over to the crumpled pile of clothes that covered a chair and pulled on a pair of jeans.
"You always this jumpy the morning after?"
For some reason his question just rubbed her the wrong way and she quickly went on the defensive.
"What exactly does that mean? I asked you a valid question! Especially since you're wearing a whole lot more clothing than I am!" she said standing up and bringing the blanket with her.
"And I believe I've expressed to you how little I find myself in this position!"
"Yes, you did," he stated grinning at her.
"So then," she paused, spotting her lavender underwear on the floor. She made her way over but halted when she was met with resistance from the blanket she had wrapped around her. It was tucked in at the end and was not moving.
"What the fuck? The entire room is a disaster but you take the time to tuck in your blanket?" she yelled ripping the blanket from the bed. She ignored his laughter as she grabbed her underwear and pulled them on under the blanket.
"Stop fucking laughing you ass! Where the hell are my damn clothes?"
Star was overcome with so many different feelings. At the forefront was the pain in her skull but behind that was humiliation, shame, disgust. She leaned into the wall and slid down to the floor. He stopped laughing and she saw him making his way over.
"I'm sorry; I'm not trying to be insensitive. It's just, you're very cute when you're angry."
He was crouched down in front of her, and Star hid her face in the blanket.
"Please, just give me my clothes," she asked quietly, her voice quivering with emotion.
"That's going to take some time," he stated lifting her face up to his.
"You threw up all over them; I put 'em in the wash."
That feeling of humiliation was really threatening to overcome her. She once again dropped her face into her hands, her eyes welling up.
"Aww, there's no need to be embarrassed! It happens to the best of us! Well, not to me. Not in a very long time. But I can tell you honestly we didn't have any kind of sex. Not that I didn't want to, I mean I did at first. You were so sexy, doing that little strip tease,"
"Strip tease?" Her head snapped up, which was not a good idea considering the state of her throbbing head.
"Well yeah, you kinda stripped a little. You only took off your t shirt which was right over..." he went off to the side of his bed.
"Here!" he said returning the crumpled shirt to her.
She accepted the garment and pulled it into the blanket with her.
"I'm afraid to ask, but what else happened?" she asked peering up at him. He took a seat beside her on the floor and stretched one leg out in front of him.
"Well, after you pulled off that little shirt of yours, you hopped up on my lap and, well you power puked all over the both of us. I mean, it went everywhere!"
Star Groaned in disgust. This was her worst nightmare.
"After that you started crying, I kinda had to strip the both of us, I put you in the shower and put our clothes in the washing machine. When I came back up, you were in my bed. Naked. And passed out. Kinda hard to have sex with someone who's basically unconscious!"
"I don't think I've ever been more mortified in my entire life. Ever," Star replied.
"It's not that bad sweetheart, look I'll be right back. I'm gonna go check on your clothes," he said standing up again.
"I put 'em in the dryer this morning but they probably ain't done. That thing takes forever. You need me to grab you anything?"
"Tylenol, ibuprofen, aspirin, whatever you have to kill a headache," she stated.
"Okay, I'll be right back," he said shutting the door behind him.
Star immediately curled into a ball and cried.
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Two hours later Star was in a taxi on her way to Brian's house. Adrian was actually very sweet, bringing her a smorgasbord of medications and H2O. He gave her sweats to wear while hers were drying and amazingly enough, things didn't get awkward. She'd fully expected it to be weird, for him to ignore her until her things were ready and kick her out. But he didn't. He made conversation, and they found they had mutual interests and friends actually.
He had even seemed reluctant to see her leave, which seemed completely unreal considering she'd thrown up all over the both of them. She knew if the tables were turned, he woulda been put out too quick.
He also said he'd call her, which she immediately brushed off as him being nice because there was no way in hell he'd call her after what happened.
As her taxi pulled up to Brian's door, she considered Adrian. He was too sexy for his own good. And nice, and funny. Part of her, deep down in her heart of hearts kinda hoped he would call. But a much bigger part of her was concerned with another man.
Paying the driver, she got out of the car and walked up the driveway to the door. She quickly grabbed her keys from her purse and opened the door. The darkness of the house made her squint when she walked in but her ears wasted no time registering the sounds. Obnoxious high-pitched moans invaded her eardrums and Star froze. She was already inside and her eyes were beginning to register what was happening. She looked up at the mirror that was over top the fireplace at the reflection on the couch, and immediately wished she hadn't.
She saw a naked woman. Her back arched seductively causing the muscles that ran along her spine to flex as she bounced wildly on the lap of, well... Brian. He was gripping her hips so tightly she'd most likely be bruised as she ground herself onto him, swinging her short black hair. Star could clearly see the sweat pouring from him as he swiftly lifted his hips, pounding himself into the girl. She, from what Star could tell loved every second of it.
Star was glued to the spot and felt horribly awkward. If she moved, they'd hear her and know that she'd been watching. If she didn't, she'd have to continue watching. And although, Star was definitely no prude, voyeurism was not her thing.
Slowly, she began to back up and out of the room. She'd taken three silent steps back unnoticed. All she had to do was get her keys and she'd be on her way. Chancing another backward step, she dropped her foot on the wrong floorboard as it let out a loud creak. Star froze once again, staring at the reflection in the mirror. They were obviously off in their own world, as they heard nothing.
Feeling more sure of her getaway, star took a few more hurried steps backward and this time bumped directly into a table that housed four huge picture frames. Star spun around and watched in slow motion as they fell. Reaching out she clumsily grabbed the photo of Brian and his mom but couldn't save the rest. The picture of him and his sisters, the picture of his home in Ireland, and finally the picture of the two of them fell to the ground and shattered.
Star carefully placed the picture back on the little table and turned back around. They knew she was there now. There was no denying it. Rolling her shoulders, she made her way to the kitchen and called out to the fumbling couple.
"It's just me!" she yelled rooting around in the spare closet for the broom and dustpan.
