This might sound crazy
But you remind me
Of someone I could love...

***

Oh, god.

She shut her eyes against the bright morning sunlight, wincing. Her head was throbbing. Every little movement made it pound so much that she could actually here it in her ears.

I'm dead.

Her moan came out sounding like a croak because of her parched throat, and she swallowed, almost wishing that she really was dead, just so she wouldn't have to move anymore, or go through the day when she felt like hell. Completely and utterly like hell.

She lifted one hand to her forehead and held it there as she gingerly shifted in bed, her mind making a quick, silent inventory. Arms, legs, torso. All in one piece, and all still moveable. She hadn't died, she was just suffering from the mother of all hangovers.

Stubbornly keeping her eyes shut tight, she turned to the other side of the bed and stretched.

And froze.

One of her arms had ended up on something that decidedly felt like... another... human being. A naked human being.

She slowly peeked through one eye, opening it just enough so that she could see the other person without being blinded by the brightness coming in through the window.

Oh, GOD.

Pounding headache completely forgotten, she sat up quickly, and promptly regretted it as her skull started to feel like it was being flattened by a ten-wheeler.

OhgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohGOD!

Both her eyes were open now as she quickly surveyed her surroundings. Her room. She peeked under the covers. She didn't have a stitch of clothing on.

Panic surpassed the pain she felt in her head and she turned to the person beside her in bed. Using her thumb and index finger, she carefully lifted the blanket so she could see underneath it. She bit her lower lip, dreading what she was almost sure she would find.

She dropped the blanket as if it burned her fingers and looked straight ahead, taking slow, deep breaths and forcing herself to deal with this in a calm, rational manner.

Okay. I'm naked...

She glanced at his still sleeping form.

He's naked.

She frowned and tried to remember what exactly had happened the night before, but her mind was a complete blank.

Think, dammit.

He shifted, and she froze, her eyes staring straight ahead. She felt him move some more and knew that he was waking up, too, and she felt the sudden urge to bolt out of there and hide.

You're naked, dummy.

So she just sat there frozen, her brain scrambling to recall what the hell happened.

He sat up. She heard him mutter a colorful assortment of expletives under his breath.

"Joey?"

She turned to face him. "Good morning, Pacey."