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11:09, random day in 1982
Mike pov:
Confusion. That’s all I felt as my eyes struggled to flicker open as they adjusted to the light of the room. I quickly grabbed my glasses from where they were placed on the coffee table, putting them on as I examined the living room.
It had been trashed from the night before. Empty beer cans decorating the carpet floor, almost like a tragic art piece Michael would have made, displaying how depressing Bill and I’s college life was. At least, Michael thought it was depressing. I thought it was awesome!
Speaking of Bill, there he was, right beside me. His dark, fluffy hair framing his face as he slept peacefully in his white tank top and boxer shorts which both had... mysterious stains covering them. Must have been from last night, I thought to myself. But then again... last night was a blur. Most nights like that were. Hell... You could’ve told me that me and Bill hooked up and I would’ve believed you!
Past his sleeping body though, I noticed somethjng. A strong beam of sunshine shining through the blinds of the window behind him.
“Hm, strange,” I thought to myself. It wasn’t usually this bright outside when I woke up, unless…
“Shit!” I shouted, nearly jumping straight out of where I laid on the sofa. Soon enough, Bill also started to flutter his eyes open.
“Millsey?” He chirped, his voice coming out in a husky whisper.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“What time is it?”
I hadn’t even thought to check. I slowly stumbled my way into the kitchen, almost knocking down a pile of dirty dishes in my half-asleep state. I read the clock above the stove. 11:15.
“Quarter after 11,” I answered with a stutter. Yeah… there was no way we were gonna make it.
“What the hell???” Bill’s eyes widened with confusion until he realized. As soon as he did, he quickly got himself untangled from the blankets and stood up wobbly. “WE’RE GONNA BE LATE FOR PRACTICE YOU FUCKIN-“
“Hey don’t say that!” I snapped, annoyed that he thought it was my fault. I mean, yeah it was partially mine, but he could’ve taken some blame too!!
“You better get some clothes ‘cause uhh...” My eyes shot down to Bill's lower half. He was wearing colourful blue and yellow striped boxers. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing too much.
“Oh…” His hair was covering most of his face, but I could still see a faint blush colour his cheeks as he rushed to get ready.
The next ten minutes were filled with us pacing around the room, trying to find something decently clean to wear. Bill had even come across a black lace D cup bra in between one of the sofa cushions. He’d raised it up in confusion, but we decided to not question each other about it.
“Ya ready, Millsey?” Bill asked as he adjusted his suspenders.
“Always am,” I winked at him.
“Now, I wouldn’t say that,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around me as we walked to the car.
“Oh shut it…”