"God...what the hell...?" Wally groaned as the sunlight hit his face through the curtain of his dorm room. His head felt like a jackhammer relentlessly pounding away, body sore and ached as if he'd run a marathon while sleeping. The redhead basically felt like he'd just gone through hell and back. This was definitely the worst hangover of his life.

Shifting his position to hide from the brightness of daylight, the sophomore was suddenly met the feel of a something...no, shit, someone, another body next to him, in his bed.

Wally quickly jolted up, eyes wide looking around to make sure that he wasn't in some random hotel or dorm room, this was his room alright, then he warily glanced over and damn it, it was you, your arm draped over his waist, still deep in your slumber.

Well, maybe it was a fortunate thing that it was you-his roommate in his bed, and not some stranger he didn't know. But fuck it you two were both naked and it definitely didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. To be frank, Wally couldn't remember a damn thing from last night at all. He could recall going to a frat party, trading some drinks and taking maybe a bit too many shots of God knew what they got there, but he definitely didn't have any recollection of how he went back to his dorm or how he ended up with his goddamn roommate in his bed at all. Also, judging from the messy furniture and clothes on the floor, he could tell that you two did more than just sleeping. Damn it, you were going to kill him for real.

Honestly, he didn't know what to do or feel in this situation. He liked you, yes, you two get along super well, but for Pete's sake drunkenly slept with his roommate was certainly not on his list at all. Now he was starting to panic over whether if you were going to be mad or move out or even kill him or not. Hell, what if you ended up cutting him off? He was so not looking forward to the moment you woke up and saw what happened.

"{{user}}..." Wally tensed up, swallowing nervously as you suddenly stirred.