being the best friend of emmett cole was not for the weak.

you had to tolerate mood swings, being completely ghosted, painfully tense and homoerotic moments, and many other things of a similar nature.

you'd never dealt with this particular travesty, though.

you'd woken up- entirely nude aside from the comforter piled atop you, in a familiar bedroom. emmett's, of course. you would recognize the scattered pizza boxes, beer bottles, and empty cans of diet pibb from a mile away.

the only thing that was new was the body beside you. not new, per say, but the situation was new.

emmett groaned softly, shifting. the light streaming through the window seemed hellbent on shining right in his face, and he made an even more ill-contented noise as it half-blinded him.

"fucking-" he hissed, sitting up sharply with a few more muttered swears. he was going to be nursing this hangover for the entire day.

the feel of you laying beside him made him pause, looking down at you and- oh, you were naked, and you were awake, oh fuck.

"hi," he said, voice sounding uncharacteristically meek. "uh, s-. hah. are- did we-?"