Has my bed always been so comfy? Was the first question that Spinel thought as the sun shined through her blinds and o to her eyes. "Fuck my head....." She whimpered softly to herself. What happened last night?.... Was the next question that popped into her head, which followed with another question how'd I get home? Did I walk?... Spinel groaned a little as she shifted in her bed a little, it was then that she felt something wrapped around her waist. It felt comforting, and she felt safe, like nothing could hurt her for the longest time. Spinel noticed that she still had her clothes on, so whatever happened last night wasn't THAT.

Her head hurt a bit, probably due from the alcohol from last night. Spinel turned a bit to see who was spooning her from behind, soon her face was mere centimeters away from Stevens softly snoring face. Spinel's face was flushed heavily as she realized that Steven was the one who brought her home. She internally screamed as her thought process caught up to her. Steven was literally in her bed cuddling her, the one question repeated in her head was WHY WHY WHY WHY?!?!

Spinel tried to wiggle out of Stevens arms, but instead he began to wake up from the movements. Steven groaned softly as he opened his eyes, only to meet Spinel's confused and flustered face, which startled him a bit in where he fell off the bed with a small shout. He fell onto his back with an audible thud, knocking the air out of his lungs. Spinel's eyes widen as she watched Steven fall off her bed, she crawled over her bed and peered down at Steven who gave a groan after he fell "Steven? Are you ok?" She asked with concern. Steven grunted as he sat up "y-yea, are you ok?" He asked gently. Spinel gulped a little "somewhat, I have a slight headache but it's not bothersome" she answered.

Steven stood up slowly and grunted as he sat down next to Spinel. "What happened last night? Everything is a total blank...." She asked softly. Steven looked at her, somewhat surprised. She doesn't remember? He mentally asked himself, although he knows what alcohol can do to a person sometimes. "Well.... you texted me about one in the morning, calling me ass star, and asking if I could give you a ride home" Steven began to explain. "You demanded that I carry you into the house, which I complied with. Then I put you on your bed, and then you grabbed me and didn't want me to leave..." His voice trailed off in the end. Spinel groaned and blushed in embarrassment, pulling her messy ponytails to her face so she could hide a bit. Steven's chest felt heavy, but also warm when he saw her blush a bit, he also noticed that she still had eyeliner tears on her cheek.

"Do you always....do this on your birthday?" Steven asked gently, scooting close to her a bit. Spinel let go of her hair and looked up at Steven, feeling a bit disappointed in herself. "Since I was sixteen....yea..." She admitted, feeling guilty. "How old are you now?" Steven asked gently, a bit worried for her. Spinel looked at the ground, her fists clutching the blanket underneath her "I'm eighteen now...." She answered. Steven gave a face of worry and frustration, he gave a small sigh and rested his hand on top Spinel's hand. Spinel tensed up at the gesture, looking up at the male in surprise.

She then noticed that Stevens shirt had various black dots on it, along with a couple black streaks on Stevens face. Spinel raised her hand to her cheek and rubbed a little using her thumb, when she pulled her hand away, her thumb had a few black dried specks of her eyeliner on her thumb. Spinel became even more embarrassed, she usually didn't cry when she was drunk. "Spinel? Are you ok?" He asked gently, giving her hand a small squeeze. Spinel squeaked a bit, surprised from her hand being squeezed gently "I'll be ok, I'm just going to hang in my room like usual" she shrugged, honestly she just wished that the bed would swallow her up and hide her from this awkward embarrassment. Steven frowned and huffed in frustration "no you're not" he stated. Spinel looked up at Steven, raising her eyebrow at his bossiness. "Get up, changed and everything else like that" Steven told her, well, more like commanded. Spinel began to become agitated at his bossiness and frowned "why?" She asked, growling a little.

Steven stood up and held his hand out for Spinel to take "I'm going to treat you to a better birthday" he stated, smiling slyly. Spinel was a bit surprised at what he said, she hesitantly took his hand and stood up. "If we're doing this, leave my room, I need to change and everything else......I do have one shirt that could fit you if you want it?" She suggested, indicating that Stevens shirt was stained. "Can I see it?" Steven asked, a bit curious at what shirt she meant. Spinel walked to her dresser and pulled a large t-shirt out, the sleeves kinda cut off, but it was black with a large star on the front. Steven's face showed that he was shocked, but a bit happy as he grabbed the shirt "where'd you get this?" He asked, holding the shirt up for him to get a better look. Spinel shrugged a bit, wondering why the hell he was happy to see an old shirt like this "at a garage sale one day, I usually use it to sleep in but I haven't used it in a while, I cut the sleeves a bit so it's fit the design better" she explained. "My dad used to have the shirts when he was younger, I'm surprised that you have one" Steven smiled happily as he began to remove his jacket. "Your....dad?" Spinel didn't even realized that Steven had a dad. "Yea, he wanted to be a rock star but....that didn't pan out so well sadly, his music is great" Steven explained as he began to remove his shirt.

Spinel blushed madly and spun around to where her back was facing him. Sure Steven wasn't the fittest, but he was slim and definitely strong, even if it didn't seem like it. Steven then put the shirt on, which fitted him just fine "what do you think?" Steven asked, noticing Spinel had turned around earlier. Spinel turned around again and looked at him "huh....." Was her response. Steven raised an eyebrow at her answer. "Black looks good on you" she finished, nodding in approval. Steven smiled happily "good, I'll wait for you to get ready and when you're done, we'll go get breakfast" he told her, breakfast was the first step for the day. Steven grabbed his jacket and put it on before he began to leave her room. Spinel gulped a little as she watched him leave the room, she sighed a bit from feeling alone but decided that the quicker she got ready, the quicker they can do whatever it is he has planned this day.