“I Love You”
You wake up in a bed that isn’t yours, wrapped in blankets that you’ve seen before but never laid in, with 2D’s arms wrapped around your waist, clutching you against his chest. A dull ache throbs in your head, radiating from the centre of your brain, and your mouth is dry and foul tasting. Light pours in from the half closed curtains and you groan, receding back under the covers and trying to drag the pillow over your head.
2D moans in anguish behind you, ducking his head and pressing it into your bare shoulder.
“Stop wriggling,” he mutters hoarsely, “head hurts,”
You shift uncomfortably, trying not to disturb him. Your head throbs again, and you test the waters, sticking your head out from under the covers. This isn’t the worst hangover you’ve ever experienced, and past occasions have taught you that what you really need right now is water and painkillers.
Plus, you really, really need to pee.