I snuggle into the pillows and comforter more, sighing lightly in content. I guess my bed gets more comfortable the more hungover I am. And damn, they smell good. 

That makes me open my eyes, regrettably. I blink, the light hurting my already pounding head. I must be facing a window, the brightness flowing interrupted into my eyes. But I need to open my eyes. Somethings wrong.

I force my eyes open and realize my bed is more comfortable and better smelling. It's not mine. Wrapped up in dark sheets, I stare at navy blue walls with various music memorabilia covering it.

Rey.

I swallow, scared to move. Now I'm overly aware of the dent in the bed. My eyes are wide, my breathing stopped. Fuck. What do I do? I still feel all my clothes on, thank the fucking lord. Remind me to thank every form of Jesus in the world. 

But that doesn't help my case. Laying in my straight hot neighbor's is very troublesome, interestingly enough. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing the memories of last night to come alive.

I giggle, swinging my hips to the music. I can't remember much of where i am, and how long i've been here at the moment. I frown when the music stops.

"Alright crazy cats! That's all! We're closing, so please pay your tabs, and thank our favorite D.J. R.E. for the amazing beats tonight!" I scream along with the rest of the drunk crowd, swaying slightly in place.

I will thank the D.J. he is so nice playing music for us all night. I giggle imagining him as i handsome man. Oh yes, i must thank him. He is like magic playing all this music without a drink.

I can a little fort near the corner that the announcer was in. Maybe he's back there. I swerve around the people heading the opposite way, tripping a few times but that's alright. I'm going to meet a hot D.J.

It doesn't take long getting back there, the wall is made of fuzzy. There's a door so I knock. I hope he likes my manners.

"Yeah, I'll be right our, Aaron," The voice seems a little familiar. He called me Aaron, I'm not Aaron.

"I'm not Aaron," I pout and cross my arms, starring meanly at the door. How could he call me Aaron?

There's loud thudding, like someone running down a small set of stairs. The door pulls open and Rey stands there with confusion.

"Oh. Hi Rey! I just came to say hi to the D.J. Is he in there? He called me Aaron, and I'm not Aaron," I was happy seeing Rey but I cross my arms again. 

"Shit," Rey mutters, as I smile drunkenly at him. He's got such a good face, ugh, "You're drunk out of your mind. Are you here with anyone else?"

I bite my lip. Am I drunk? I came with someone, but he's gone, "Oh. He's gone. You see, we came here to get him laid because he's a virgin and I'm a good friend that poor boy. And then he left. I hope our mission was a success so I can sing mission impossible," Then I start humming it till I realize I was humming it, "Oh. Shoot. What are the words?"

I watch as Rey runs a hand through his hair and blows out a breath. Maybe his hair is super soft. I pat his hair. Mhh, it is soft.

"Okay, Barkley-"

"Not Aaron."

"No, not Aaron. You are very drunk. You're going to have a terrible headache in the morning-"

"Oh no!" My hand flies to my head my eyes wide with concern, "I'm going to have a terrible headache in the morning. How am I going to drive home?"

"I'll drive you home, okay?" His hands are on my shoulders so I look at him. His eyes are so deep like a beautiful night sky.

"That's so sweet, Rey. But I can't go home till tomorrow. My mom thinks I'm spending a night at a friends house. Oh. What friends house?" 

I scrunch up my face, trying to think about where I'm supposed to be sleeping. Rey licks his lips and I giggle at it and Rey gives me a weird look. He runs another hand through his hair.

"Ok, stay right here while I grab something, okay? Don't move," He points finger at me and I stiffen my whole body like a post.

He runs up into the little room platform thing and does something. I stay starring at the door not moving like he said. I hope he appreciates me listening.

He comes back down with a satchel and grabs my arm, "Ok, Barkley, we're going to go home, alright? My home."

I'm about to nod when I feel my stomach roll. My eyes widen, and so do Rey's. He pulls me after him, and I try to keep my stomach down but fail to and end up dumping everything in a trash can near the bar.

"Woah, what do we got here, Dyke?" I keep my head in the trashcan, feeling sick. But I recognize the voice. He was the one announcing things.

"Uh, fuck. Alright, this is my sister's friend, Barkley. I'm not sure why he's here, but I'm going to get him out before he causes trouble. Don't say anything about this Aaron." 

Aaron? I lift my head out of the trash can and narrow my eyes against the bar lights, "Aaron? Someone called me Aaron earlier, but I'm not Aaron."

"Woah,"  Aaron cocks an eyebrow up at me, "No you are not Aaron."

Rey sighs, "Could you grab me a trash bag from under the bar?"

I stare down inside the trash can, nothing visible. Rey mutters a thanks and pats my back. I groan and stand up somewhat straight.

"Come on, use the trash bag if you feel like you''re going to get sick again, okay? Please don't puke in my car," Rey leads me out to the parking lot out back for employees.

"Would it make you sad?"

"Yes, it would make me very sad and maybe even a little mad."

I frown as Rey helps me into the passenger seat, making sure the bag is in my lap, "Oh, then I won't. I don't want to make you sad. Or mad. You already seem so sad and it makes me sad because I want you to be happy with me. I want both of us to be happy," My lip begins to quiver, and Rey pushes the hair out of my face.

"Hey, I'm not sad. Or mad, okay? We'll both be happy," I smile and he smiles back. I like his smile. He looks very handsome.

"We're both happy. I like your smile. Very pretty, I like it. Will you smile more for me? So I know you're not sad?" I ask after he already rounded the car and slips into the driver's seat.

"Yeah, sure. I'll smile for you, Barkley."

I giggle, "Remember when you told me your name was King?"

I smile contently and my head falls back. 

I bite my lip as hard as I can to not scream. Oh my god, I'm a terrible drunk. I must have fallen asleep after that and Rey help me up the stairs because I don't remember anything else. 

I try breathing in and out to soothe myself, but that just makes the disgusting puke taste in my mouth more sicking. My eyes widen as my stomach drops at the taste, I bolt out of the bed, out of the room and into the bathroom to puke anything else in my stomach up. 

I lean my head against the toilet seat, not caring how disgusting it may be. This is a sick reminder to not drink. Or get drunk. Or hung over. 

"I think you should be empty now," The voice makes me jump in suprise.

I turn my head slightly and see Rey leaning against the bathroom doorway. In pajama pants. I'd never seen him in anything other than jeans. He looks so comfortable.

I look back down at the bathroom floor and groan, "I don't know. Maybe I'll puke up my voice box or something. Fuck, why am I so stupid?"

"Well, just remember that you're not the only one to make this mistake. I see like four a night," And that makes me remember how he's all in this.

I turn my head back to him, and show my confusion on my face, "About that."

Rey purses his lips before gesturing for me to follow him, "We should probably get toast or something in ya'."

I heave my very heavy body off the bathroom floor and follow him downstairs to the kitchen. I slide on a barstool and rest my elbows on the counter.

"Where are your parents?" He's already popping two pieces of toast in the toaster.

"I think they went to help my Grandma fix her car or something? They left a couple of hours ago," My eyes widen and I glance at the clock on the oven. 10:17.

"Shit, I'm so sorry for getting in your way. I didn't plan on it becoming that...bad. You totally didn't have to take care of me, but I really appreciate it," I cringe remembering how stupid I acted, "I didn't puke in your car did I?"

I nearly fall off the stool when he turns around and smiles at me, "No, you aimed perfectly into the garbage bag."

I do like his smile, even sober. It shows nearly straight teeth and crinkles around his eyes. It makes him seem like a completely different person, but also adds a magical element to the Rey I know. 

"Are you D.J. R.E?" I blurt it out with considering.

Rey's smile disappears, "Not a whole lot of people know."

I wave my hands in front of my chest and shake my head, "Oh, no, I won't tell anyone, I promise. I seem like a blabbermouth but I'm pretty damn good at keeping secrets if I do say so myself," I see his shoulders relax a tiny bit and I drop my volume a notch, "Why don't you tell anyone? You're really good."

He doesn't say anything for a minute, getting butter, cinnamon, and sugar out to put on our toast. We wait in silence as the toast pops up and he puts two more pieces in.

He begins spreading butter on both pieces, "Something happened a few years ago. I kind of lost it. I was depressed, didn't really have a purpose in living anymore. But with music, I felt...capable. I didn't want to give up anymore. I got really into it, spent all my time mixing tracks, listening to a song, even playing the guitar.

 Any type of music was my therapy. Like a drug. Then Slumped had a position open for a new D.J. spot and I tried out and got it. I was able to share my love of music without truly sharing it. Its almost like, if I share that I'm D.J. R.E. to everyone, it won't just be mine anymore. And it'll lose its effect. It's why I stay behind the booth, never speak so no one recognizes me."

He ends in a shrug and slides a plate of toast towards me. But i don't touch it. I'm too stunned. Every word he said had some level of vulnerability. My mind spun, figuring out what could have happened to change him so much. He probably feels like he's already shared too much.

"Wow," I was breathless, "That sounds so...poetic. I'm glad you found something to live for again. It must be nice having something to escape away to."

His toast pops up and he begins buttering it, "Yeah. It is nice. I was able to convince my parents to let me work even though it was late. I get home, do my homework than fall asleep till nine or ten at night. Leave for work at eleven, get back by three. Sometimes it's hard, but I don't know what I would do without it."

I take a bite of the toast, just so it doesn't seem like I'm ungrateful, "Yeah, sometimes when I'm awake, I see you come in go. I could never figure out if you were out partying, or with a girlfriend, or something."

Rey shakes his head, taking a bite, and talking with his mouth full, "Nope. Just working."

I almost sigh in relief. No girlfriend. But I shouldn't focus on that.

"Well, my makeup is probably a mess, I smell like throw up and, hey! The whole world is pounding,"I finish a piece of bread and push the plate away, "I should probably be getting home. Again, thank you so much for what you've done for me. I don't deserve it, but thank you so much. And thank you for sharing your secret, I won't tell a soul."

And, shockingly, Rey smiles for the second time this morning. Why couldn't he be ugly?

"Here, let me give you my number just incase something like this happens again, "My lips part as he takes my phone from my hand.

Fuck me, King Charming certainly doesn't want this to be easy on me.