Brittany's P.O.V.
When I woke up, I was confused as hell. Not only that, but sick to my stomach, exhausted, and in pain. I had the worst migraine.
I noticed all of this after the few seconds of blinking my eyes open. But not just that—I had ended up lying on top of Eminem the whole time. Wait a second... I was on him?
I rolled fast off of him in a panic, which made things a lot worse. My head began pounding audibly in great pain which made me even more nauseous. After I drew in a steady breath, the very first thing I did was turn down to face the man I'd been sleeping on and smack him straight across the face.
He woke up with a jolt directly after that. "Ow! The f—fuck? What gives?" His hands were covering his eyes as he was adjusting to the light from outside pouring in.
I peered around me, taking notice where in the world we were at. I didn't recognise this place; it wasn't my apartment, or DeShaun's. Probably Em's. I stared back down at him in horror. "...did we have sex?"
Em soon was sitting himself up on his elbows, his hand coming up to rub his head, like he was suffering a minor headache himself too. He chuckled after hearing my comment. "I sure hope so."
I groaned, however noticing that I was still clothed, wearing my dress. And Em was wearing his trousers, his shirt being the only thing off. I was questioning that in my head. As I slowly made a move to stand, I became completely dizzy and lightheaded. My feeling of nausea suddenly hit me tenfold; oh, no, I was going to puke. My hand went to cover my mouth, me immediately making retching noises.
Em noticed me, reacting all of a sudden. "Shi—bathroom's to your right," he quickly directed, jumping up to help move me over to the toilet fast.
I spent the next ten minutes throwing up whatever contents remained in my stomach into the toilet bowl. I felt completely sick and miserable. Poor Em was standing there the whole time, suffering to watch me go through this. He was patting my back and comforting me every now and then.
After I finished, I just leaned against the wall, head falling back and hitting the wall. My migraine was still there. I started finally speaking after a while, eyes falling on Em who was still standing at the doorway. "Whose smart idea was it that we get drunk as fuck last night, even after taking Ecstasy?"
He just chuckled at me, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't even remember anymore." He looked at me a little full of concern now. "Is there anything I can get you?" he offered, trying to make me feel better.
I sighed, eyes resting on him as I took a second to think. I noticed that he was still shirtless. It was the first time I'd seen him like that—that I remember, at least. And damn, he had a pretty good body. His arms were strong and a bit muscular, like I remember noticing from way before. He looked good. I immediately glanced back up, eyes meeting with his, blushing at what I just did. I began, faltering my words a little. "Some, uh, m—mouthwash would be good, for starters... something to help this headache, water, and maybe some clothes I can borrow."
He smiled at me, like he knew I was flustering over his exposed body. He continued in a cheerful tone. "Mouthwash's there on the sink, I got headache pills in the cabinet," he pointed to the cabinet mirror on the side. "And I'll get you some water and fresh clothes," he concluded.
There were butterflies in my stomach after he said that. The way he offered it smoothly, how gentlemanly he sounded—it turned me on, a little. I shakily began to get back up on my legs, smiling at him kindly. I was almost feeling better already. "Thanks. Can I use your shower?" I asked.
"Sure. Only if you let me watch you," he grinned.
"Get out," I groaned at him, him having taken it too far. I shoved him out, locking the door behind me. I ended up giggling to myself, especially when he was banging wildly on the door, begging for me to let him back in. He eventually stopped, though, footsteps from outside fading away, as he left me alone in peace.
I went to clean myself up, swishing mint mouthwash around in my mouth first. Then, I went to remove my articles of clothing, starting the shower up. Whilst waiting for the water to warm up, I went and cleaned around the toilet to help out. And actually, as time was passing, I was feeling almost alright again. The killer headache was still there, however.
I took a quick shower, shortly coming out and wrapping myself in the towel. I remembered that since I locked Em out, I didn't have a pair of new clothes to get into. I never let him bring it in for me. Great. I opened the door, towel still covering myself, as I peeked out.
However, as the door opened, I noticed that something was in the way, keeping it from going any farther. I looked down to notice that items were set by the door there: a folded white t-shirt, folded sweats, and a bottle of water. I quickly snatched the items, smiling to myself like an idiot the whole time, as I got changed and downed some remedy pills, finishing my business in the bathroom.
Shortly after, feeling refreshed and finally better, I walked out to meet up with Em.
Marshall's P.O.V.
I was sitting in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal when I saw Bunny come back out.
She was holding a few things in her arms as she was making her way over. But there was one thing that caught my attention before anything else: she wasn't wearing any pants. Not the ones I provided for her; just the white tee which was big on her. It reached down enough so it was looking like a mini dress.
I smirked, about to question that, when she input her own words instead. "I know what you're thinking. Well, happens to be that the clothes you gave me are too big. This shirt, especially. Didn't it occur to you that you should've given me something my size?"
I shrugged my shoulders at her. "It's the smallest I got."
She sighed a "whatever" to herself as she sat next to me in one of the accompanying chairs.
I made a comment, eyes haven't left her once, even as I was eating. "Your hair looks like wet spaghetti."
"You better shut your mouth or I'll throw up more leftover spaghetti on you," she barked. She was combing through her hair, acting self conscious about it.
I snickered, keeping anything more to myself. Her hair wet and curly looked cute though, with the way she did that. I asked something next, spoon in my mouth. "Cheerios?"
She stopped, judging it. She soon gave me an answer. "The thought of milk right now makes me sick, but I'll just munch on some Cheerios by themselves."
"Aight," I said, handing the box over to her.
After a few minutes of silence of eating our breakfast, Bunny said something. "Have you got any idea how we ended up at your place like this?"
"No clue," I answered, breaking a smile.
She sighed, popping a few more "O's" in her mouth. "Guess we'll have to ask Proof and all your other guys about it later," she commented, doing an innocent smile.
I nodded, agreeing, doing one back. I seriously had no fucking clue though. I don't remember jack shit after we started drinking. Ah, well. Something then came to me. Something sort of important that I needed to work on. I casually suggested the next thing. "Want to come with me to the park?"
