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Please vote -Kayla The next morning, I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine. I studied my surroundings. This definitely isn't where I fell asleep last night. Or maybe it was. I don't know. I had so much to drink last night. Just remembering the smell of alcohol made my head hurt. I will never drink again. Speaking of alcohol, I think its coming back up. I quickly jumped out of the bed, but I tripped over someone laying on the floor. I landed on my stomach with a huge thud. From behind me, I heard the person groan. I got up and saw MJ. Me: MJ? He rubbed his eyes and yawned then looked up at me. MJ: Good morning. Me: Where am I? MJ: It's a long story. He got up and sat on his bed but I decided to stay on the floor. I remained on the floor staring at him. Because he's only wearing boxers right now. Me: So, are you going to tell me that story? He smirked. MJ: Gia texted me last night saying she couldn't get through to you. So I tried calling you but you wouldn't answer. I knew you were at Ray's place, so I figured something was wrong. Then he yawned again. I have a feeling his parents don't know I'm here, because he's whispering. That, and his parents hate me. Me: So what did you do? And how did I end up here? I got up off the floor because it was hard to find a comfortable position. I sat beside him on his bed and he continued his story. MJ: Well, Gia and I were worried about you. So I decided to go down to Ray's place and pick you up at four this morning. Me: You snuck out at four? I could never do that. MJ: I only did it because I couldn't sleep. Me: Anyways, continue your story. MJ: Well, when I got there it was quiet and everyone was passed out. It smelled like pure alcohol!! Everywhere!!! I started silently giggling. I don't know why. I guess he just makes me act like an idiot sometimes. But I don't mind. MJ: Some people were still awake doing some nasty things and you were in Ray's room laying on the floor, out cold, covered in vomit. He rolled his eyes. I started breathing heavily. Me: Was I naked? I was being more serious. He slowly nodded. I looked down at myself for the first time all morning. I was wearing black gym shorts and a yellow t-shirt. Me: These are your clothes, aren't they? He slowly nodded again, but this time I saw a hint of a smile. I can't believe MJ did this for me. I'm so lucky to have him. And Gia. I have the two best friends ever. I leaned in to hug him, mostly because I didn't want him to see my eyes tearing up. I managed to keep them in my eyes though. He hugged me back as if he's been waiting for this moment forever. We didn't let go until I asked him a serious question. Me: I was covered in vomit you said? MJ: Ok, not covered in it, but you looked as if you'd been thrown up on. Me: Do you by any chance know who's it was? He smiled and shook his head. I started to feel a little nauseated thinking about that image. Me: And you cleaned me up? I asked MJ slowly and uncomfortably. He nodded back uncomfortably. This is officially the most awkward conversation I have ever been in. I buried my face in my hands. Me: That's so humiliating. All I could hear was MJ laughing. MJ: I didn't think it would be right if I left you like that. I finally removed my hands from my face and started laughing with him. Then I remembered about Ray. Me: Wait. What did you do to him? MJ stopped laughing and shrugged. MJ: Who? He started chuckling a little. I rolled my eyes. Me: You know I'm talking about Ray. MJ: I didn't do anything. I decided to let you choose your punishment. He laid down on his bed. Me: Ok, one more question? MJ: What? Me: Why didn't you just take me home? I laid beside him on my back. MJ: Well, you smelled like alcohol, so I didn't want you getting in trouble for that. And you weren't wearing any clothes because I couldn't find them. And I didn't know how to get you inside unnoticed. I was thinking of texting Tarell, but that would involve him seeing you naked. I laughed at the last part. Suddenly, I had this urge to throw up. I guess MJ noticed that. We both sat up and he quickly handed me a bucket he had nearby. He probably knew this would happen eventually. Hangover. Or morning sickness..... I quickly took it from him and threw up in it. And there was a lot in me. But MJ didnt seem to mind by holding my hair back. I think the only thing he was really concerned about was the noise because he kept shushing me. MJ: Could you please try to throw up a little quieter? My parents don't know you're here. I know he was joking. Then all of a sudden, his door opened and walked in his mother. Just in time, because at that exact moment, I ran out of vomit. Mrs. Jackson: Michael, I thought it was you throwing up. What is she doing here? MJ looked at me. Her facial expression was a mix of tired, confused, worried, and disappointed all in one. MJ and I just sat there silently. She rolled her eyes. Finally, MJ decide to speak up. MJ: Momma, Cierra's sick. I put the bucket down on the floor and held my stomach. She rolled her eyes again and held a hand out for me. Mrs. Jackson: C'mon honey. Do you drink tea? I nodded as I took her hand and followed her downstairs, and MJ trailing behind. TBC.....
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