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Remember Now?
By SteffiSevenfold

 

A groan formed in the back of my throat before escaping my lips.
I stretched my arms above my head and a migrane was now apparent in my skull.
Fuck, I thought the word violently. I have a monster fucking hangover.
I turned to my side and nearly jumped in suprise, my head pounding.
Who the fuck. .?
My eyes ran over shaggy dark hair then down a soft looking, tattoo covered, pale back.
I pulled the covers up a little and looked down at my naked body.
I groaned again, this time in denial.
I'm never drinking again for two days.
My thoughts ran and it made my brain thud impatiently against my skull, demanding coffee and Tylenol.
I guess I'd figure out who I fucked sooner or later.
I flipped the blanket off of me and slid out of the bed as quietly as I could.
When I stood, I arched my back, bending the kinks out of it.
I opened my drawer and pulled on a pair of Mrs. M&M boxers; the first thing I grabbed.
Padding barefoot to the kitchen, coffee was already in the coffee pot.
I poured a cup and placed it in the microwave, fiddling with buttons before grabbing creamer from the fridge.
The microwave beeped and it made me jump. It also made my head have the feeling of exploding.
I grabbed the Tylenol bottle and dumped the continents into my hand.
Motherfucker.
My head spit the words at the bottle like poison.
I threw the cap into the trash can, the empty bottle following soon after.
I grabbed the warm coffee from the microwave and tossed the Tylenol into my mouth, the foul liquid following soon after.
I can't stand hot coffee. Burn your taste buds off if you'd like. Personally, I like to taste my food.
I placed the cup on the counter and dumped creamer and multiple packets of sweet and low into it.
A soft chuckle escaped my lips when I recalled what my father used to say to me when he'd walk into the kitchen and see me making myself a cup of coffee.
Hey, kiddo.
Jesus Christ. Would you like some coffee with your sugar and cream?

I looked through my kitchen drawers until I found a bottle of Advil.
I popped the top off and downed three of those.
Leaving the open bottle on the counter, I grabbed my coffee and sat at my clear, glass table to sort through the mail.
I tossed all of the bills to the side, opening a letter from my parents and a few post cards from my friend that's traveling Europe.
I was flipping through a CCS catalog when I heard a soft chuckle from my right.
"Nice boxers."
I didn't even have to look up to recall who it was.
His voice came too familiar.
I'd heard it many times on interviews on tv.
His tattooed back was now so easy to reconize.
I'd seen it in so many music videos.
His wavy, shoulder length brown hair made it so obvious who he was now.
I'd been pulling on that hair all last night.
My breath caught in my throat.
He padded across the tiled white floor, his feet making soft tapping noises everytime he took a step.
I heard him laugh a little before he sat in my lap, my black breifs from the previous night hugging his hips snugly.
"Head hurt?"
I exhaled a shakey breath.
"Yeah. Feels like someone threw a medicine ball at my temple. You?"
"Nah. I only had a few shots."
His deep, heavily accented voice plagued my mind.
"I guess I had one too many."
"Yeah, you could say that."
Then his arms were wrapped around my neck and his slightly-pouty lips were pressed against my collar bone.
My migrane seized and my arms wound around his back.
His glowing blue-green eyes held my duller blue ones.
"Ville Valo."
I whispered his name softly into his ear and I felt him lean heavily against me.
"Yes, Jimmy?"
My played absentmindedly with my lip ring before running my tongue lightly across his ear lobe.
"Honestly, I can't remember much of last night."
I hissed softly when his nails bit into my shoulder blades, but the hiss softened to a light moan as he whispered back into my ear.
"Let me help you remember."
Then he was off of my lap and before I knew it, he was dragging me back to my room to show me what didn't know.





Oh jeeze o.o
Felt like mixing it up, yanno?
Not EVERYONE in Avenged can be gay in every fic. haha.
Plus. Jimmy and Ville. . .Hmmygod.
Delicious sight.
Anyways.
Just a random one shot.
Reviews are always welcome. [:

 

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