I can't breathe.

That's what I first realized. My eyes were still closed, I didn't want to know what I want to see. My face was buried in a, uh, hard pillow, a rock pillow. I closed my eyes tighter, I don't know where I am. But it's probably a dream, just a dream.

I'll just snuggle back to sleep, as an arm draped itself... around me.

There's an arm around my waist. An arm, and it's not mine. And a hand was on the back of my head, making me stay where I am. That just made me close my eyes even tighter, burying my face into someone's... chest. A chest with no shirt, a chest with rock, hard abs. I heard a steady heartbeat, the chest rising then lowering as it breathe. The body shifted and rolled over. Now the huge weight is on top of me.

I'm trapped.

Still, I'm going to close my eyes. I'll just pretend this is a huge pillow, no, a huge and fluffy teddy bear. Yeah, I'll go with that. I'm at... Brooke's house and hugging one of her oversize teddy bears. I smiled to the pretend fluffiness of the teddy bear, completely ignoring the warm human skin. I tried to move my legs to push away the... teddy bear, but they were tangled to legs, no, to the bed sheets. That's what I'm going with.

The body, um, bear. Oh, I'm starting to give up. The face nuzzled itself in the crook of my neck. A strong arm snaked around my waist tighter. I ran out of excuses to what this is. And I certainly didn't have an excuse to what happened next. No wait, I have two excuses for this. Either Brooke is playing a nasty joke on me and managed to get a leach on my neck, or there is a vampire sucking my blood. I prefer to either whatever is really happening. Then I started to feel soft, wet kisses trailing down my neck. My face started to turn hot, my cheeks were getting red with embarrassment.

I heard a sigh. "Mmm."

I couldn't take it anymore. My eyes shot wide open and I was staring at the sleeping face of Wyatt Matthews.

That's when I screamed.

I screamed at the top of the lungs, realizing I was sleeping with Wyatt Matthew right on top of me. I summoned all my strength to push him off of me. Then I backed away from the body, crawling backwards on all fours. Then I fell off the bed, crashing onto the floor with my legs still propped up the bed. I screamed again.

I heard Wyatt groan, the bed shifted a bit.

"Autumn?" Wyatt's bed ridden voice called out.

My feet were still propped up on the bed, I shifted them to put it on the floor. I stood up, my body against the wall. I did my best to be as far away from Wyatt as possible. This can't be happening, I pinched myself. Yup, this is happening.

He rubbed the back of his head, now sitting up. Then he yawned and stretched his arms out, which I found really cute. Then I bit my lip for the comment. He rubbed his eyes, looking around the room until he saw me.

Wyatt blinked. "What are you doing all the way over there?" He asked, obviously still asleep. "Let's get back to bed."

"What?" I screeched.

He blinked again, then blushed red. "I-I uh, didn't mean it like-"

But I already bolted out the door.

"Princ- Autumn! Wait!" 

I ran into what looked like the living room. None of this looked familiar to me. Different couches, different wallpaper, there were huge floor to ceiling windows that showed the city skyline. Where am I! I looked down at myself to see I was wearing nothing but a big t-shirt. What am I wearing? My head spun everywhere, I looked back and forth at everything, spinning myself. 

Then I abruptly stopped by two hands on my shoulders. I looked at the ground, I didn't dare try to see who it is. I already knew the answer.

I looked up and saw Wyatt, Wyatt Matthews. He had bed hair which is tousled all over his head. He wore nothing but red plaid pajama pants, showing a six pack and a large scar across his chest. I looked into his dark gray eyes, that looked so sleepy.

I opened my mouth to scream again.

"Don't scream!" He exclaimed.

My mouth stopped in mid scream.

"Where the Mother Hubbard am I!" I demanded, then my hand clamped over my mouth.

Wyatt bit his lip, but burst out laughing. "Y-You said, mother- Ha ha! What was that?!" He held onto his sides, trying not to roll on the floor laughing.

I stood there in shock, my jaw wide open. Wyatt saw this and composed himself.

"What... did we do?"

He blinked, frowning. "Y-you don't remember?"

I closed my eyes, running through my memories last night. "I blacked out on my third cup of beer, that's all I remember."

He swallowed then shook his head. "We, uh, we didn't do anything."

"Then why are you shirtless, and" -I looked at myself- "why aren't I wearing any pants?!"

"You didn't want to wear my boxers so you just wore that. And it got hot at the middle of the night so I took off my shirt."

I looked away, running my hair through my fingers.

"And that's all?" I asked.

There was a short pause, then he said, "Yeah."

"I want to ask you something," I told him, being very serious.

"Okay, shoot."

I closed my eyes. "Did I... kiss anyone?"

He staggered back a bit, having to lean on the couch. "What?"

"Did you see me, I don't know, making out with someone? Even a peck on the lips?"

"W-why do you want to know?" He stammered.

"I've been waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect guy for my first kiss. And I don't want to find out I lost it when I was drunk."

"Why? Why would you make such a big deal out of your first kiss?"

I was silent for a moment. 

"Because I'm scared."

"Scared? Why would you be scared?"

"A girl's first kiss is her everything, well to me anyway. Every girl dreams a handsome guy will swift her off her feet and kiss her passionately. But if a girl's first kiss is nothing like that, maybe even the exact opposite it could break the girl."

"And?"

"What if I'm already too late? What if I turned down the perfect first kiss possible for me just because I'm picky."

Wyatt snorted. "That's stupid."

I was too shocked to make a comeback.

"There is no such thing as a perfect kiss. Just really good kissers. And you can only become a good kisser with practice. So instead of worrying about your first kiss, you should worry if your kissing isn't that bad either."

"Then I must be a horrible kisser," I said in sudden realization.

"Actually you're not that bad."

I looked at him. "What do you mean by that?"

He opened his mouth, then closed it. Wyatt turned away, blushing brightly. "Just a theory, if you were to, uh, kiss someone."

"Okay..." I said. "I want to ask you one more thing, and it's the most important."

"No, we didn't do it," he said flatly, not looking at me.

"That's not what I was going to ask you..." I said.

He looked at me. "Then what?"

I sighed. "Did I... snore?"

Wyatt burst out laughing, barking in fits of laughter.

"Wyatt," I whined. "I'm serious."

He calmed down, having to bite his lip. "Sorry, sorry. Actually yes, you did snore."

I groaned, "Aw-"

"But," he added. "It was pretty cute, a soft and sweet snore." Wyatt chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

I blushed brightly, looking on the ground. "Oh. Oh." I touched my head.

"You okay?" Wyatt asked.

"My head hurts." I rubbed my temples. "I think I'm having a hangover."

He tossed me a pill container.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Aspirin," he told me, taking two of the pills. "It'll help you with your headache."

"Oh," I took the pills. The headache was slowly fading, but not that fast. Suddenly, Wyatt's stomach grumbled loudly. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. 

"Man, I'm so hungry."

That gave an idea. "Wyatt, I will ask you if you have the following items."

"Okay..." He said, not looking to sure what I'm doing.

"Do you have bread?"

"Um yeah."

"A toaster?"

"Yup."

"Butter?"

"Uh huh, still can't believe it." He chuckled at his own joke. A lame one I might add.

"And last, but not least." I said. "Do you have..."

He looked at me. "What?"

"Chocolate sprinkles."

"I still don't know why I have to be blindfolded." Wyatt muttered, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Because it will ruin the surprise," I sang.

"I'm hungry." He said.

"It's almost done. Now sit down."

"No you probably put whip cream on the seat."

I sighed, looking at the whip cream on the seat. Such a waste.

"Fine, I'll sit down."

I did my best to hold my excitement. It's going to... not happen. He sat on the chair at the end of the table. Party pooper.

I heard the ding of the toaster. I quickly took the toast out of the toaster, quickly regretting it.

"Hot! Hot!" I cried, placing it on the plate.

I grabbed a butter knife and scooped some butter. I started to slather it on the bread.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you?" Wyatt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just think of this as... a thank you present. For taking care of me," I said, smiling to myself. 

He smiled. "It's nothing Princess."

After I was done, the butter was already melting into the hot toast. Then I started to sprinkled the chocolate sprinkles all over the bread. Covering the whole bread like snow, only it's chocolate.

"Finished," I said, proudly.

Wyatt lifted his hand to pull the bandanna down. But I stopped him before he could do it.

"Nuh uh uh," I said. "Now, open wide."

He sighed. "Fine."

I held out the bread in his hand. He leaned in to take a bite of it. But at the last minute, I pulled it away from him making him take a bite of air.

"Autumn!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help it. Really, you can eat it now."

He leaned in again, but I couldn't help but pull it away.

"Princess," he whined.

"I'm serious now," I said in a serious tone.

He furrowed his eyebrows, then opened wide once again. When he was inches away from the chocolate covered bread, I pulled it back. Finally having enough of this, Wyatt grabbed me by the waist. He had me sit on his lap, making me blush crimson as Wyatt's hands were wrapped tightly around me so I wouldn't get away. 

"I am very hungry, Princess." He growled, but in a playful tone.

"Okay." 

I let him take a bite of the toast. He started to chew, then he swallowed. Wyatt was silent for a moment, then he took the blindfold off.

"That is delicious!" He exclaimed, beaming brightly. "What is that?"

"It's a secret." I said, taking a bite of the treat.

He started to tickle me, making me laugh. I had to hug him so I wouldn't roll off of him and fall on the floor.

"Tell me." He begged.

"Wyatt, meet the Dutch version of chocolate sprinkles, hagelslag." I said, laughing at the name with him. "They put the hagelslag on bread, put it on butter so it wouldn't fall off. This is the perfect breakfast treat."

He took a bite of the bread. "Where have you been all my life?" He cried.

We finished eating our delicious breakfast. Then I had Wyatt help me to wash the dishes. We finally came into agreement that I would wash the dishes while he would dry them. 

"You missed a spot," Wyatt told me.

"What?"

"There's this huge smudge on this plate."

"Really?" I looked at the plate he was holding out which is spotless clean.

"Liar!" I exclaimed.

"Gullible!"

I scooped a handful of water that threw it at Wyatt. Then I realized what I just did, I began to back away. He blinked and looked at me, his whole face dripping wet.

"I am so-"

I was cutted off with a splash of water on me. I wiped the water off my eyes to see Wyatt burst out laughing. 

I wrinkled my nose. "Oh yeah?"

Grabbing a cup, I filled it with water. Then I rose to my tippy toes and dumped it on his head. That made him stop laughing.

"Oh it's on Princess!"

I squealed and bolted out of the kitchen. Instead of chasing me, Wyatt ran into his room. I waited behind the couch, what is he planning. Then he burst into the room carry two water guns. He tossed me a red water gun.

"Fair and square," he said, beaming like a little kid. "The kitchen's your base, mine is the bathroom. This means war, soldier!" Then he raced back to the bathroom. 

I headed to my base, and turned on the sink. Then I filled my gun with freezing cold water. I tried it out, and the water shot out across the room.

"Perfect." I said.

I went down on the floor, and started to crawl into the living room. I stopped behind the couch, listening to the running water of the sink bathroom. He still must be refilling the ammo. What's my battle plan? I should wait for him when he comes out of the hallway. I'll be waiting for him behind the closet. The perfect ambush.

I stood up to be ambushed with water.

I blinked to see Wyatt right in front of me. It was a trap! He let the water run pretending that he was still refilling while really waiting for me to show up. Wyatt duck behind the couch for cover. I hopped on the couch next to him and squirted him from above.

"Ah!" he said, using his arms as a shield.

I laughed. "Sucker!"

Wyatt recovered and then started to chase me around the living room. He tried to shoot me but he kept on missing me, spraying water on the walls, windows and furniture. I spun around to shoot him at the chest, then went back to running. I almost tripped, my gun fell out of my hand and Wyatt shot me in the back.

"No!" I cried.

Then he shot me at the back of my head. My hair was officially dripping wet. The water is freezing, and all my clothes were wet. I was in the same condition at Wyatt. We were both wounded, but I'm at a disadvantage because I am unarmed. I tried to run away again but I felt strong arms grabbing me from behind.

Wyatt laughed evilly, as I squealed in terror.

"I give! I give!" I cried, laughing. "You win!"

He hugged me tighter, spinning me around the room. Then he lifted me in the air, I was laughing like a maniac.

"Wyatt! I'm going to fall! I'm going to-"

He threw me up in the air. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact my butt will have to take. But Wyatt caught me in his arms, and he laughed along with me. He set me down and tossed me a towel. I sat on the edge of the back of the couch. He leaned on the edge beside me.

"You won this time, Wyatt." I muttered.

He chuckled. "And proud of it."

I lifted the towel to my hair to dry it. But Wyatt put his own towel on my head and started to dry it for me. At first I'd thought he would dry my hair roughly, maybe even suffocate me, but he was actually really gentle. When he was done, I combed my hair with my fingers. My hair must be as puffy as a poodle right now. 

Then I placed my towel on Wyatt's head and started to dry his hair. I smiled as he smiled back at me. Wyatt's hair is really soft, like a cat. I remembered when he got hurt and I ran my fingers through his hair. Then I remembered the huge scar across his chest. My stomach dropped, it looked so... painful. I stopped drying his hair and touched the scar, flinching that I might hurt him. I looked up at him and he gave me a sad smile.

My hand ran across the scar, it was a bit faded but still there. My fingers lingered at the scar, and I was surprised when Wyatt held my hand. He then lifted it to his cheek, my hand touched his face. Then we started to lean towards each other, none of us realized us what were doing. Something about him and what we were about to do was so familiar. Like deja vu. And I couldn't pull away to see if the feeling is true, that this happened before. We were only inches, centimeters away. I blushed redder and redder the closer our lips came together, barely touching.

Then the door burst wide open. 

I jumped away just in time, as Luis and Dean charged towards me. Cyrus appeared right behind him holding a plastic bag. I quickly got out of their way, standing very close to Wyatt. They missed me by a couple of inches and accidentally crashed and fell over the other side of the couch.

I burst out laughing. "Toro!"

"You're not getting away that easily!" Dean said.

They grabbed me by my shirt and I fell over the couch with them. Then I was ambushed by their bear hugs.

"We were so worried about you Autumn!"

"Only get drunk when we say so!"

I laughed. "Nice to see you guys too."

I got up and sat at the edge of the couch, my bare feet on the cushions. The two didn't even try to hide as their eyes raked my legs. 

Luis looked at me then at Wyatt. "Why is Wyatt shirtless?"

"And why aren't you wearing any pants?" Dean asked.

"I uh-"

Luis wiggled his eyebrows. "Did you guys... do it?"

I blushed brightly. "Wha-?"

"No!" Wyatt denied for both of us.

"Hey Autumn, we wanna ask you something," Dean said.

I raised my eyebrow. "Yeah?"

That stood up, leaning close to me. I had to lean away from them, as they gave me sly smiles.

"What's the color of your underwear?"

"Oh my-"

I fell backwards and crashed on the floor behind me. I groaned, nursing the back of my head. My feet were propped up on the back of the edge of the couch. I blushed brightly as I saw all of their faces. Luis and Dean's eyes popped from behind the couch, Cyrus and Wyatt looked upside down to me. They all cocked their heads to the side and asked me the same thing in unison.

"Is that Victoria's Secret?"

And that was what caused my third scream this morning.

Dean and Luis helped me off the floor. I pulled the shirt lower to reach my knees, still blushing in embarrassment. Cyrus held out a plastic bag towards me, not trying to look at me in the eyes.

"Here."

I cautiously took it. "What's in it?"

"Clothes," Cyrus told me. "Something told me Wyatt doesn't have any clothes that would fit you, proving me right." He looked at Wyatt. 

I gave him jazz hands. "Ta da," I said weakly.

"My older sister used to live with me, but now she's off to college. Those are some of her clothes, they might be a bit big for you..."

"Oh, thank you." 

Luis raised his hand. "Hey Autumn? Why are your clothes wet?"

Wyatt pulled out his water gun out of thin air and squirted it on Luis's face until it ran out.

"Water gun fight," he said flatly.

I chuckled. "I'm going to change in the bathroom. Be right back."

I headed into the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes. I tried not to think of Cyrus's good sense of style. All of the clothes were really cute, and slightly bigger than me. I picked a cute blue top and green denim shorts. When I was done, I got out of the locker and was about to open the door to the living room. But I barely opened the door when I overheard the guys talking.

"She doesn't remember anything?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"Not a thing." Wyatt confirmed.

"Well you shouldn't be surprised," Cyrus muttered. "She was pretty drunk last night, and it was her first time."

"I know, but still..."

"You sound annoyed, mad even," Luis noticed. "Did something happen last night between the two of you?"

"No," Wyatt denied to quickly.

I leaned more against the door. When they're around me they're loud, when I'm away they can be as silent as ninjas.

"What did you do to her?" Cyrus demanded.

Wyatt was quiet then he said. "That's none of your business."

"I think it is," Cyrus's said, raising his voice.

"Well it's not my fault that I may or may not had my chance with her when you messed up your chance last-"

I leaned too far against the door and the door swung open. I fell on the ground and looked up at the guys.

I smiled sheepishly. "So... what's the weather like up there?"

Luis and Dean hauled me up. 

"How much did you hear?" Wyatt asked me.

I blinked. "What? Sorry, I didn't hear you."

"Nice try."

I sighed. "What do you mean by mess up the chance thing?"

"Messed up the chance to..." Cyrus said.

"Ask you to dance in the party!" Luis said, putting has arm around my shoulder.

"Yeah," Dean said, grinning. "All the guys were fighting over you! Both of us had to fend them off, these two were one of the guys."

I blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry to being so much trouble."

"You kiddin'?" Luis asked, giving me a bear hug.

"It was fun! We love drunk Autumn!" Dean finished, hugging me too.

I chuckled nervously. I want to believe them, I should be believing them. But something tells me that their lying. Lying right in front of my face.

This chapter isn't even halfway done. But I realized it's really long so I cut it in half for the next chapter. I hope you liked it.

And Shamu, are you satisfied now? Are you? Are you?!

Well I'll be working on the next chapter. It will be done either today or tomorrow. 

You can't help but feel a bit sad for both Autumn and Wyatt. She lost her first kiss and didn't remember it. And Wyatt... well I don't want to say anything. You should comment your opinions on this twist.

At the right is the song Sober by P!nk. Seems a bit fitting, a bit. 

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