The One Within Me
Chapter 3 · Just, advil please
Sydney's P.O.V.
*the same night*
"Night cupcake," I say walking up the stairs. I can't believe I didn't use protection. And what doe She mean by, "hoping for the best?" This makes no sense, but then again, I am drunk. I giggle at the thought.
As I reach my room, I take it in. I see my headboard, and I love it. I just nought this house with Peyton, and it is huge. My room has http://hotstyledesign.com/34-style-headboard-ideas-to-improve-your-bedroom/bedroom-headboard-ideas-wallpaper/ . I made it with Peyton when we moved in.
Peyton's is http://hotstyledesign.com/34-style-headboard-ideas-to-improve-your-bedroom/inspire-bedroom-headboard-design-ideas/ She just bought hers.
I run to my bathroom http://hotstyledesign.com/top-23-traditional-black-and-white-bathrooms-to-inspire/traditional-black-and-white-bathroom-interior/ and puke. A ton. Well, damn.
"Syd, are you okay?" Peyton calls through the door.
"Yeah. I just need to sleep this off," I lie. I most certainly will be using Alex and Jake tonight. Alex is my vibrator and Jake is my dildo. Clever, right?
"Okay. I hope you feel better, babe."
"Thanks," I say sincerely.
As soon as I hear my bedroom door close, I run to my bed and reach under the mattress. I grab Alex and Jake, turn the lights off, and jump on that bed.
As I slowly undress, I moan softly. "Ah," I say as my skin makes contact with the cold air.
As I slowly slide off my lace panties, I can feel my wetness dripping down my leg. I look down, and there is a huge puddle of white running down my leg. Hm. Satisfaction.
I lay down and start to rub my self everywhere. First my boobs, than my stomach, and than, my sex.
I start to finger myself, and rub dastardly and softly. ·yawn·. Way to ruin the mood, drunken mind. ·Yawn· ·Yawn· Okay, maybe sleep is good. I dress into purple booty shorts and a black cami, and head to my bathroom. I take my contacts out, and wash my makeup off. When I'm done, I head back to bed.
After I hide Alex and Jake, I burrow into my covers. I snuggle into my "Not Forced to Love You" pillow, and fall asleep quickly.
*next morning*
I wake up to the sun beating in through my window. I immediately shoot up to close them, but immediately regret it. My head it pounding, and I'm really sore. Like, everywhere. I Stan up slowly, and run to the bathroom.
I just barely mark it to the toilet before I start puking. After about five minutes straight of puking, I wash my mouth out with mouthwash. I wash my face, and choose my outfit for the day. http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z35/fashionunder100/ce.jpg
After I dress, I repeat on some of my favorite perfume, put on some deodorant, and head downstairs. Slowly, of course.
I see Peyton in the kitchen, and Kenzie and the bar looking miserable.
"Hey Syd. How're you feeling?" Peyton whispers.
"Good. Please don't shout," I say running my temples.
"I keep telling to stop drinking too much," she giggles.
"I know, I know. So did I get arrested again?" I joke.
"No. But you did something really, risky."
"What?" I am suddenly really nervous tad to what she is going to say.
"You lost your flower." It all comes back to me. His name was Harry. Harry Styles. He was friend with Josh, and tried out for the X Factor. He got put in some band called, One Erection? That doesn't sound right. One Direction? Yeah. I think that's what it was.
"You didn't use protection."
"I didn't?" I whisper. She shakes her head no.
"Shit."
"Oh hey guys. Yeah just leave me sleeping at the bar. Josh and I were naughty last night," Kenzie giggles.
"You had sex too?" I ask.
"WHAT?! Aw hell naw. Wait, too? What the hell does that mean?" Kenzie says.
"I lost my V Card last night. Your keys are in the bowl," I say, motioning to the bowl by the door.
"Thanks. I had to catch a cab," Kenzie sighs.
*the same night*
"Night cupcake," I say walking up the stairs. I can't believe I didn't use protection. And what doe She mean by, "hoping for the best?" This makes no sense, but then again, I am drunk. I giggle at the thought.
As I reach my room, I take it in. I see my headboard, and I love it. I just nought this house with Peyton, and it is huge. My room has http://hotstyledesign.com/34-style-headboard-ideas-to-improve-your-bedroom/bedroom-headboard-ideas-wallpaper/ . I made it with Peyton when we moved in.
Peyton's is http://hotstyledesign.com/34-style-headboard-ideas-to-improve-your-bedroom/inspire-bedroom-headboard-design-ideas/ She just bought hers.
I run to my bathroom http://hotstyledesign.com/top-23-traditional-black-and-white-bathrooms-to-inspire/traditional-black-and-white-bathroom-interior/ and puke. A ton. Well, damn.
"Syd, are you okay?" Peyton calls through the door.
"Yeah. I just need to sleep this off," I lie. I most certainly will be using Alex and Jake tonight. Alex is my vibrator and Jake is my dildo. Clever, right?
"Okay. I hope you feel better, babe."
"Thanks," I say sincerely.
As soon as I hear my bedroom door close, I run to my bed and reach under the mattress. I grab Alex and Jake, turn the lights off, and jump on that bed.
As I slowly undress, I moan softly. "Ah," I say as my skin makes contact with the cold air.
As I slowly slide off my lace panties, I can feel my wetness dripping down my leg. I look down, and there is a huge puddle of white running down my leg. Hm. Satisfaction.
I lay down and start to rub my self everywhere. First my boobs, than my stomach, and than, my sex.
I start to finger myself, and rub dastardly and softly. ·yawn·. Way to ruin the mood, drunken mind. ·Yawn· ·Yawn· Okay, maybe sleep is good. I dress into purple booty shorts and a black cami, and head to my bathroom. I take my contacts out, and wash my makeup off. When I'm done, I head back to bed.
After I hide Alex and Jake, I burrow into my covers. I snuggle into my "Not Forced to Love You" pillow, and fall asleep quickly.
*next morning*
I wake up to the sun beating in through my window. I immediately shoot up to close them, but immediately regret it. My head it pounding, and I'm really sore. Like, everywhere. I Stan up slowly, and run to the bathroom.
I just barely mark it to the toilet before I start puking. After about five minutes straight of puking, I wash my mouth out with mouthwash. I wash my face, and choose my outfit for the day. http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z35/fashionunder100/ce.jpg
After I dress, I repeat on some of my favorite perfume, put on some deodorant, and head downstairs. Slowly, of course.
I see Peyton in the kitchen, and Kenzie and the bar looking miserable.
"Hey Syd. How're you feeling?" Peyton whispers.
"Good. Please don't shout," I say running my temples.
"I keep telling to stop drinking too much," she giggles.
"I know, I know. So did I get arrested again?" I joke.
"No. But you did something really, risky."
"What?" I am suddenly really nervous tad to what she is going to say.
"You lost your flower." It all comes back to me. His name was Harry. Harry Styles. He was friend with Josh, and tried out for the X Factor. He got put in some band called, One Erection? That doesn't sound right. One Direction? Yeah. I think that's what it was.
"You didn't use protection."
"I didn't?" I whisper. She shakes her head no.
"Shit."
"Oh hey guys. Yeah just leave me sleeping at the bar. Josh and I were naughty last night," Kenzie giggles.
"You had sex too?" I ask.
"WHAT?! Aw hell naw. Wait, too? What the hell does that mean?" Kenzie says.
"I lost my V Card last night. Your keys are in the bowl," I say, motioning to the bowl by the door.
"Thanks. I had to catch a cab," Kenzie sighs.
I just got back from my brother's soccer game, so I'm working on it now!
10/20/13