Tony’s P.O.V.
My eyes opened slowly and were unpleasantly surprised by the sun peeking through the blinds in my window. I yawned and stretched and was instantly pissed. I remembered everything that happened last night; I hadn’t gotten drunk like everyone else. I wondered if anyone else remembered. I figured the girls had stayed the night, seeing as how everyone, except me, was too drunk to function.

I was instantly frustrated with myself, because I couldn’t bring myself to be upset with Dylan, as much as I wanted to. Vic was a different story, he was the one who kissed her. But I would probably get over that soon, too. I looked at my phone, it was only 10 a.m. I doubted that anyone else would be awake, and they probably had major hangovers even if they were.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom, and after peeing I got in the shower. Afterwards, I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked up to the mirror. I wiped the fog off the mirror and looked at my reflection. I looked angry, and I instantly changed my facial expression. I hadn’t even noticed how my face looked, and I wondered if I looked that way last night before we went to the club.

I sighed and brushed my teeth. After using some mouthwash, I went back to my room. I put on some skinny jeans, vans, and a Key Street hoodie. I put my plugs in and decided to go downstairs. I peeked at the living room, and it appeared that everyone was asleep so I tried to be quiet. I turned the corner to go to the kitchen and was startled by another person in the room.

“Oh, good morning, Tony,” Dylan said. She looked down at her feet, and avoided eye contact. It was clear that she remembered what happened last night.

“G’morning,” I said without expression. I tried my best to not appear upset with her, even though I was a little bit hurt by that kiss. Dylan grabbed a mango and some orange juice out of the fridge, and I grabbed an apple and some water. We sat next to each other at the counter eating our fruit, but didn’t say anything or make any eye contact. I thought I’d break the silence.

“Dylan-“

“I’m sorry for last night,” she cut me off and said that rather quickly.

“What? Oh, nah, it’s cool.” I was taken aback by her apology, I certainly wasn’t expecting it.

“No, it’s not. I don’t know why Vic kissed me, but, I didn’t want it to happen…” her voice trailed off at the end of her sentence.

“Well, I’m sorry for kissing Ashley. It was just out of spite, really.” She giggled a bit at this, and once again I was taken aback. “What?” I asked, half chuckling, half serious.

“That was a jealous move, Tony. Were you jealous?” She looked me in my eyes for the first time.

Dylan’s P.O.V
I guess I wasn’t nervous anymore. I still had butterflies, but I was getting courageous at this point. Tony’s cheeks turned bright red and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. I chuckled
in my head.

“I mean…I don’t know…” He said something else, but his voice trailed off to the point that it was practically inaudible, so I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“What did you say?” I asked.

“What? Uh, nothing,” he rubbed the back of his neck again. I went to throw the remainder of my mango away and put my cup in the sink.

“Okay, well, call me when you figure it out.” I chuckled and walked back to the living room. I grabbed my purse and went to wake Ashley up. I wasn’t that drunk last night, so I was good enough to drive home. My shop was about a ten minute walk from here, and that was where my car was. I woke up Ashley. I was gonna take her home, too, because I didn’t want her to wake up confused and alone in Vic’s living room, as she probably would. “Ashleeeyyy,” I said, poking her side.

She sat up a bit too quickly, and instantly put her hands on her head. “Owww, my heeaadd,” She looked to her side and saw Vic laying there. Mike was under the coffee table and Jaime was on the couch. Ashley smiled widely and her eyes twinkled. “What a night…” Her voice was groggy and her words still slurred. I helped her get off the floor and made sure she had her keys, her money, and her ID.

I went back into the kitchen where I left Tony and said, “I’m taking Ashley home, and then I’m going home myself. You can call me later, if you want” I smiled at him, and he smiled back.
Ashley and I walked back to my shop, of course not without her stumbling a few times. Eventually I decided to just hold her hand for the rest of the walk. When we got to my car, she told me where she lived and I took her there. I found a napkin and a pen in my purse, scribbled my number on it, and gave it to her. “Call me if you need anything, or if you just wanna hang out. You probably don’t remember much, but we had fun last night.” She chuckled and I walked her up the path to her small house, then after making sure she was okay, I got in my car and took myself home. I was still tired, so I slowly walked up the stairs and collapsed on my bed before even giving myself the opportunity to get undressed.