I try to open my eyes but feel like someone has put bricks on my eyelids. There's possibly drool on my chin and when I put my hand there, yup, there's definitely drool. I open my eyes, taking my time to adjust to the surroundings.

My living room comes into the sight and then my eyes move to Jordan who's sprawled on the floor next to the couch I am lying on. Besides him is Evan. On the couch on my left, Brianna and Luke are wrapped into each other's arms and Chris is sleeping on the couch across me.

Wow. How did all of us end up here?

I try to rack my memory for whatever the hell went down last night and immediately groan as a pain shoots through my stomach. I lift up my shirt and there's a bruise on the left side.

"What the fuck?" I yell, my voice sounding hoarse and Jordan groans.

"Shut the fuck up." He mumbles and that's when Breanna wakes up.

She doesn't look like she has a hangover, just sleepy. On the other hand, my head is throbbing. Remember when I mentioned not drinking? This was a major reason why. Apart from hating the taste of the alcohol, I hate the after effects.

Breanna shakes Luke and he wakes up with a jolt, "What's wrong?" He asks, pretty loudly, may I add and I chuckle at his reaction.

"Good morning." Breanna tells him and he gives her a look before lying back down and pulling her closer to himself.

I look down and Evan is rubbing his eyes, they land on me and he offers me a small smile, "Morning, An."

"Morning, Ev." I say, my throat feeling like someone is rubbing sandpaper against it.

Chris stirs in his sleep before he opens his eyes, and they immediately make contact with mine. A small smile immediately takes over his features and I frown. Okay, seriously, what the hell happened last night?

I try to rack my brain, and I remember drinking, dancing with Jordan, then a game of beer pong which I made Chris lose and he made me drink all the fucking beer. Then I remember announcing Karaoke Night and everyone cheering.

"Why is your shirt lifted up?" Jordan asks, sitting up and supporting his back with the couch.

"I have a bruise on my stomach." I say, and Chris frowns.

"Really? You didn't fell so bad." He says.

"I fell?" I gasp, which makes my throat aches more.

Evan nods, "You went pretty wild last night." He gives me a small smile and I shake my head.

"Well, it sure as hell feels like I deep throated someone," I say, truthfully and then notice everyone staring at me, "and yes, I mean that in every sexual way possible."

Jordan laughs, "Okay, I hate to be the one asking this, but how would you know how that feels, unless.." He trails off, his eyes widening as he looks at me and I face palm myself.

I must be still drunk to say shit like that in front of everyone. Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? Oh hell no, please tell me this is a dream.

"Oh." Breanna says, a grimace on her face, "TMI, Adri."

I shake my head, and Evan scowls at me, "I didn't that to be the first thing I hear in the morning." He mumbles and then adds, "Or ever."

Chris has a dark look on his face but there's also something behind his eyes which I can't seem to detect. Jordan pinches my leg and I almost kick him in the face.

"Who was it?" He asks, clearly interested and amused at the same time.

"Fuck off, Jordan." I grumble.

"Does his name start with F and end at N?" He continues, "That's why he mentioned your tongue." He says, and I feel like the earth should open and swallow me right now.

"It was one time, and I was fucking hammered. And it ended up with me puking on his dick, so there's that." I tell him and he rolls over the floor, holding his stomach as he laughs.

"Oh my fucking god, TMI Adrianna!" Luke shouts and I slam my palm against my forehead before running a hand through my messy hair.

"I am not even embarrassed about it to be honest, the asshole deserved the puke." I say, shrugging.

Okay, I need a mouth filter right this moment. Sure, I was embarrassed back then but I was too drunk at that time. I have had my share of drunken mistakes, and that incident with Finn was what made me quit partying and drinking. If I hadn't puked, I probably would have ended up doing a lot more stuff with him than I ever wanted.

"And that's my cue to leave." Chris says, standing up. I give him a questioning look but he ignores me.

"Wait for me." Jordan says, as he stands up as well.

Luke and Breanna also get up and she comes to give me a hug, but I wince slightly when there's a contact with my stomach. Everyone leaves eventually, except Evan. He's staring at the floor and I frown at him.

"Everything okay, Ev?" I ask and he nods.

"You have a headache?" He questions.

"Yup, the worst one. I think I am going to sleep upstairs." I tell him.

"Do you mind if I sleep here?" He asks and I shake my head.

It's ten in the morning and from the looks of it, Dad isn't here. Thinking about him immediately reminds me of my mother and I gulp, closing my eyes. I'll think about that when I don't have a hangover.

"Come on, we'll sleep upstairs." I tell him.

He nods, standing up. When we reach my bedroom, I notice that he also got a jar of water along with a glass which he keeps on the bedside table.

"I am going to brush my teeth, I have a bitter taste." I tell him.

It takes me ten minutes in the bathroom as I also wash my face and stuff. When I come out, Evan is sitting on the edge of the bed. I have also changed out of my clothes from last night, and am wearing sweats and a baggy shirt.

"Do you still have a spare toothbrush?" He asks and I grin.

"That's not a spare anymore, it's yours." I tell him and he nods before going to brush his teeth as well, a pair of his sweats already in his hand. He's still in the jeans from last night, and I know Evan has like two pair of his clothes somewhere in my wardrobe so he must have found the sweatpants.

I lie down on the bed after taking the two aspirin Evan kept for me at the side table. He comes out, and is about to take the floor when I question him, "Where's Rose?" I ask and his whole body seems to freeze at my question.

He gulps and then his eyes meet mine, "We broke up last night." He whispers and I almost miss it but the look he's wearing is enough to tell me that he's dead serious.

"Why?" I say, almost sitting up and he shakes his head before taking a seat on the bed besides me.

"I don't know, she fought with me over something so fucking stupid." He runs a hand through his hair and I stare at him.

He obviously doesn't like the fact that they broke up, and I should be happy about this, but seeing Evan like this doesn't bring me any kind of happiness. In fact, it just makes me upset.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, seriously concerned.

"Better than I thought I would be." He shrugs and I nod, lying down and he lies down besides me.

My headache is still there, so listening to him breathe, I somehow fall asleep. When around two hours later, I wake up, Evan is sound asleep besides me, his arm is underneath my neck, working as a pillow as my whole body is turned towards him, my hand on his stomach.

He stirs in his sleep so I scoot away, making space between us and he opens his eyes. He looks at me and sends me his dazing smile, making me beam at him as well.

"How is your headache?" He asks.

"Much better."

He nods and sits up, "I'll go get you something to eat, alright?" He asks and I nod.

While he's downstairs, I stare up at my ceiling, and my insides melt at the thought of waking up next to Evan. If we were in a relationship, I wouldn't have to scoot away, I'd rather cuddle him more. I sigh at my daydreaming before my thoughts go to the party. It's still a blur, but I remember a lot of things, just not the part where I got the bruise.

When he comes back up with two sandwiches, I turn to him, "Hey, what happened at the party last night?" I ask.

"You played beer pong, dirty danced with Jordan, then had more alcohol and then announced Karaoke Night, which can be a major reason for your sore throat. You were shouting at the top of your lungs, and then you tried to sit on Sam's shoulder for duet performance and ended up falling face first, hence the bruise on your stomach." He finishes and takes a bite of his sandwich while I gape at him.

"I didn't dirty dance with Jordan, I remember that part. It was just dancing." I tell him.

"Well, I have never seen you dance like that before." He states and I eat the sandwich.

"Because I close my curtains, you don't deserve the strip show." I wink at him and he smirks.

"I can still see the outline of your body through curtains, you know that right?" He asks and my eyes widen.

"Tell me that's a joke."

He shakes his head, laughing, "It's not."

My cheeks flame up, making him laugh harder at me and I gulp down the rest of the sandwich while he continues to tease me. I sigh and he keeps our plates on the bedside.

He comes to sit in front of me and takes the hem of my shirt in his hand, moving to lift it but I slam his hand away. He gives me a cheeky smile.

"I am just trying to see how bad the bruise is." He says and I roll my eyes.

Why did my mind not go there? This time when he lifts my shirt up, stopping just below my breasts, I let him. His fingers are cold as they move on the lining on the bruise and I try my best not to wince, what serves as the distraction are the tingles I feel underneath his touch. He opens my side drawer and pulls out the first aid and takes a cream out, putting it on my stomach. I wince a little and he gives me a tight lipped smile, as if apologising.

"Why did Rose and you break up, Ev?" I ask, my voice soft and he looks up into my eyes.

"You don't want to know." He says, whispering and I gulp.

How the hell do I tell him that I do want to know? Especially because I know it has something to do with me. I remember the look on Rose's face last night when she stormed away, it's blurry in my head, but it's definitely there.

My hand comes to rest underneath his chin as I make him look into my eyes. God, I love those hazel eyes. There's so many emotions behind them, much more than he's letting on his face but I have observed his eyes for fourteen years now, and I know how to know when he's vulnerable. And right now, he is.

"Tell me, Ev." I whisper.

He shakes his head, "Last time I told you anything related to us, you disappeared for an entire lunch break." He says.

He's looking at me with so much vulnerability in his eyes that it almost makes me want to hug him and never let him go. But, he's my best friend and he needs me right now. I need to spare my feelings for him for the time being.

"It had nothing to do with you and Rose." I lie to him and he scoffs.

His hand comes to rest on my cheek, "An, I have known you from fourteen years. You cannot lie to me, you got it? I know I have been a shitty best friend lately, and when I stopped giving rides to you to school, that was a dick move." He breathes.

I look down, "Evan, it wasn't. You were being a good boyfriend to her." I tell him.

"That doesn't make it alright, An. You have been there for me through everything, when Mom Dad used to fight, I used to hide away at your house with you. You distracted me till the time I forgot about every problem that existed. I just threw that away when Rose came along."

Paul and Miranda hit a rough patch when we were about ten, and it used to scare Evan so much that he couldn't stand being in the house. Sawyer kept himself shut in his room while Evan came over to my house to distract himself. We did the most idiotic things until he forgot about his problems, and until the yelling from the next door stopped.

This is so overwhelming, with the thoughts of my mother in my head and him saying things like this, I can't help when a tear rolls down my cheek but he catches it between his index finger and thumb. I give him a small smile.

"You didn't throw anything away, you're still my best friend and nothing is ever going to change that." I tell him, meaning every word.

He moves to wrap his arms around me, and I keep my chin on his shoulder, my mouth near his ear, "Tell me Ev, what did she say?" I ask and he sighs, tightening his hold on me.

"She thinks I have feelings for you." He whispers and I freeze in his arms, making sure that I just didn't hallucinate what he just said.

He parts our bodies, moving to see my face and I gulp. What do I say to that? I can just question him, "Well, do you?" I ask, trying to keep the sense of hope out of my voice.

His eyes flicker down to my lips and then back into my eyes. He shakes his head, and disappointment takes over my heart but just two seconds later, he brings his hand to my face, cupping my cheeks as he leans forward and captures my lips in his.

I stop breathing as my eyes flutter close.

I swear, I stop breathing as his lips move over mine and my heart feels like it will explode as the love I have for him seems to overwhelm me when I realise how soft his lips are against mine. It takes me a second, but almost immediately, I am kissing him back, trying pour every ounce of feeling I have for him through that kiss.

My lips move over his and soon, it just doesn't seem enough as tears fill my eyes at the thought of this being real. Evan is kissing me, he's really kissing me and his one hand moves from my face to my waist as he tugs me forward to himself.

Before I even realise, I am moving to his lap, and he's moaning as our body crush against one another. The sound of his moan makes me gasp, and he takes the opportunity to mingle our tongues. Oh fuck, he tastes of caramel and my hands move into his hair as I try to make the best of this moment.

"An.." He moans and I lose it at that.

Our lips part as we try to catch our breath. My eyes are shut closed because I am so afraid of what I will see in his eyes. So when he rests his forehead against mine, I keep my eyes shut.

"Open your eyes, An." He whispers.

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