Waking up this morning was like walking right through hell. I didn't want to leave bed. But to my surprise, the house was quiet. I didn't know if the guys are sleeping or what, but it made me feel a little bit better.

I don't know how much I drank last night, but this has to be one of the worst hangovers I've ever had. I don't remember one thing, but I sure as hell know that I didn't talk to Alan Ashby.

As I pulled the blankets off my body, I heard creeking of the floor coming from above me. For once, someone is actually using the guest room. I don't know who it is, and I don't care.

I walked into the bathroom to see make up smeared all over my face. I looked like death.

What the fuck happened last night?

I pulled out a wash cloth and face wash and began to wash my face. I pulled out the pill bottle and took my medicine. I hate my morning routine.

I flicked off the bathroom light and headed downstairs. There was a bottle of ibuprofen and a note attached to it.

Here you go Addie! I'm going to make a wild guess that you need this!
Love, Andy.

I took the note off the cap and took three. I don't care, this headache is like I'm banging my head on concrete.

No one was home and it was weird. Usually, the mornings after parties consist of a lot of complaining and eating and sleeping. But no one was home.

I turned on the T.V. and flipped through the channels. Nothing was on. It was weird this morning.

I was about to go back to my room and go back to sleep, until I heard all too familiar voices coming from under me.

They are in the basement.

I slowly walked over to the basement door and opened it.

"Dude, I have never seen your sister that drunk before," Jake admitted with a chuckle.

"What do you mean that drunk?" Andy asked. I could hear the confusion in his voice.

"You didn't see her?" CC added in.

"No, what did she do?" Andy once again chimed in.

"Uh," Ashley began, "she said something. She told me uh -"

"Jinxx! Holy shit! What the fuck did you eat? Go somewhere that was fucking nasty!" CC screamed.

What were they.. oh. The smell of Jinxx's so called "Hangover Farts" traveled its way up the stairs. I closed the door and turned around.

"Hey, Addie," someone said from the steps.

"Matt! Oh my God!" I shouted and jumped on Matt Good. "Holy shit, it has been forever! I didn't see you here last night!"

"I didn't see you either. But I sure as hell did see Juliet shoving her non noticeable ass into Danny Worsnop's crotch," he laughed.

"Didn't everybody?! She was fucking making a fool of herself!" Matt and I shared a laugh.

I was talking to Matt in the kitchen when he changed the topic. "So, a little bird told me that you have a little crush on a certain ginger princess," he laughed.

"You mean the only ginger princess? Yeah, I do," I chuckled. "Who told you?"

"The person who told everybody," Matt said. I raised my eyebrows, "Ashley, duh. Who else would sabotage you like that?"

That fucking asshole. "So, uhm, what happened when Alan found out?" I asked, slightly gnawing at my bottom lip.

"I don't know. I don't think anything. He was probably high and talking about cats somewhere. I mean you know Alan." I nodded. Never in a million years would Alan Ashby; Ginger Princess like me back.

Matt and I converted for a few more minutes when I heard the basement door open to reveal my brother. "Addisan Marie Biersack," he said coming my way. He picked me up and brought me in my room. "What did you tell Ashley last night?" he asked looking my in the eye.

"I don't know, I was barely able to remember my name this morning," I sarcastically told him.

"Don't get sarcastic with me Addie, tell me what you told him!"

"I. Don't. Know. Did you get it that time?" I hissed.

"You fucking told Ashley Purdy, the guy you hate, that you think you love him," he shouted.

I did what?!

Addisan you fucking dumbass, how are you going to get your way out of this one?

"What are you talking about?" I asked cocking an eyebrow.

"What am I talking about? How do you not know? You were calling him your best friend, not fighting with him, and then said you think you love him," he said again.

"I was drunk, Andrew, did you now see me? I was fucking talking to my own shadow for Christ's sake. Do you really think I meant it?" I asked, a little pissed off.

"Trust me, I know you didn't mean it, but you have to explain that to him," he demanded.

Fuck me.

Go to a party they said. Drink a lot of alcohol they said. It would be fun they said.

So much fun, look where this made me end up.

"Ashley fucking Purdy!" I screamed walking down the steps. "Do you really fucking think I meant what I said?! I was hammered. I was talking to my shadow. I do not love you, or think I love you. Trust me, I don't go for assholes."

"Anything you say, princess."

"How many times do I have to tell you too not call me that?"

"As many times as it takes you to admit that you like me. I wouldn't blame you. I sure as hell am sexy," he said cockily, "the way you treat me, talk to me, what you told me last night. Addisan you like me, just admit it."

"Never in a million years would I fucking like you. I would listen to Blood on the Dance Floor before I ever liked you," I snapped back.

"Whatever you say, princess."

Notes

short shitty filter.

didnt want you guys to go crazy.