you awoke on a bed— this was a bed you knew tho. just as you sat up trying to calm your headache, matt walked in. “oh, shit...” you muttered out. “don't worry, i picked you up after dark. chris gave me the address, you were making a pretty good fool out of yourself. coffee?” he added, pushing a steaming cup that was filled to the brim into your hands.

you mustered a small ‘thank you’ as you sipped from the mug. “you remember much?” he questioned. “...no, not really,” you admitted, leaning your head against the pillows. “not a surprise, you were pretty smashed..” he shrugged. “are you mad?” you spoke quietly, you knew you had planned to be sober for the whole year.

infact, you didn't even plan on partying last night. but here you were, with a hangover and in matts bed. “no. i'm not mad. disappointed, maybe.” he admitted slowly, making sure not to hurt you with his words.