'You need to calm down. You are being too loud.'  The sound of my phone hits my poor ears and I groan loudly. Yeah! You really are being too loud.

Who calls so fucking early! I stretch my hand out in the direction of the sound, not bothering to open my eyes. 

"Hello," I press the phone close to my ear.

"Hello to you too, my dear sister!" Chloe's voice boom from the other side.

"Why are you calling so early? I was sleeping," I groan.

"If I am not wrong, which I am not. It's 12:30p.m in LA. You know as in noon. What are you doing sleeping still?"

"WHAT!" As the word got out of mouth, I hear a groan beside me. My eyes shoot open and I look around, seeing Wyatt lying next to me.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" My eyes taking in the surrounding, realising we are sprawled on the living room floor.

"What happened?" Chloe asks me.

"Nothing. Why would anything happen! Everything is absolutely okay," I quickly rush inside my room, closing the door behind.

"There is definitely something. I have known you for twenty-one years of my life. They way you are talking to me right now, I can absolutely tell that you are lying." 

"Fine. You are right," I say accepting my defeat as I fall back on my bed.

"That I know. So what have you done?"

"I might have gotten too drunk to remember anything. And I found myself on the living room floor next to my flatmate," My head hurts from the adventure last night and this conversation is making it worse.

"So what! She is your flatmate. It's not you ended up in the guy's bed naked," She scoffs not knowing the gravity of the situation.

"About that!" I say slowly, "First, my flatmate is a 'he' rather than a 'she'. Second, I am not naked but I might be in his T-shirt," I tell her.

"Wait, but dad told me you were living with some girl from your office."

"I might have lied to dad. I didn't want him to worry."

"Chloe! My head hurts. I haven't been this drunk for a long time. I don't even remember anything," I clutch my throbbing forehead in my palms, rubbing the temples trying to ease the pain.

"Take some aspirin and a good bath. Also, eat something. It would help you," She advises me, "I will talk later. I have to make a lot of food for the family brunch." 

"Fine. Miss you, sis!" I tell her. My mind remembering all the times she used to take care of me.

"Me too, Ari! Me too. Remember, I am just a call away," She says.

"I know. Now, go. Bye," I cut the call before it could get any more emotional. I try to remember what happened in the night, putting pressure on that grey matter of my useless brain.

The last thing I remember is being pulled out of the club by Wyatt. That's it! It's like everything that happened after that has been erased from my memory. Aarrgh! This is so frustrating. 

The last time I had been so drunk was at a high school graduation party at some popular kid house. I fell into the pool, puked all over my dress and passed out. My kind friend Dennis who by the way told me not to get so drunk, brought me back home. Dad gave me an hour lecture about drinking at illegal age and how it could land me in prison. I shudder at the memory. 

After that I have tried to keep my distance with heavy drinking. But yesterday was supposed to be fun. I let myself loose and now, I am in this mess. Only Wyatt can tell me what happened. 

I march to the living room, my eyes running over the mess. It looks like it had been hit by a cyclone. I shake his shoulders trying to wake him up. "Wyatt. Wake up!" I yell.

"Leave me alone," He mutters covering his eyes with his hands.

"Wake up! Wyatt David Sebastian," I say, folding my arms across my chest.

"I can't believe you remember it," He says referring to his full name that I just said. He sits up leaning against the couch. 

He yawns, stretching his arms. His one hand runs across his messy hair while the other rubs his eyes.

"I don't forget things easily," I say.

"Oh really! So why don't you tell me what happened yesterday then?" He asks, cocking his eyebrows up with a smug look on his face.

"Okay! Maybe except that one," I say. His head falls back laughing. His voice filled the room.

"Instead of laughing at me, you should tell me what happened. Why am I in your clothes? We didn't.."

"Oh no! Nothing of that sort happened," I let out a breath of relief at his words.

"After we left the club, you kept whining about more drinking throughout the car ride. Since I hadn't let myself loose for a while, I agreed. Stupid idea, of course. Then we got pizza also because you wanted to, let me quote 'Have your own little party club'," He chuckles lightly.

"As for the t-shirt, you wanted to get out of that dress and wanted something 'airy' to wear. Your words. So you asked me for my t-shirt making all that puppy face shit," He gestures at my face.

"I tend to do that a lot," I say.

"After that, we drank, ate and watched the Harry Potter marathon before passing out here in the living room. I think!" 

"You think?"

"I was as drunk as you. Maybe a little less but we did all of this. I guess we danced also. You either dance as sexy or as a monkey. There is no in between," He laughs.

"I know how to dance," I say defensively.

"Let me show you," He starts playing a video in his phone where I am dancing like a crazy caveman.

"You! Delete it." 

"Oh no! I think I will keep it," He smirks.

"Wyatt delete that!" I jump at him trying to snatch the phone from his hand. His hands are so long that I can't even reach it. In the process, we both tumble down on the floor landing with a thud.

"Hey babe! Surprise." 

The door flung open suddenly. A girl stares at our compromising position before speaking, "What the hell is going on here?"

"Hey Venessa. What a wonderful surprise!" Wyatt pushes me off him before walking over the intruder. Who is she?

"Why is this place a mess? And why the fuck is she in your clothes?" She yells.

"Calm down babe! It's not what you think. Come here, let me hug you," He engulfs her in a big hug before kissing her.

"Ariella, This is Venessa, my girlfriend. Venessa, she is Ariella, my new flatmate," Wyatt introduces us to each other.

"Hey! Sorry for the mess," I say sheepishly. I didn't know he had a girlfriend. Ofcourse, he would have one. 

"Hello!" She replies before eyeing me up and down. I look at her petite figure held by Wyatt's hand on her waist. Brown shoulder length locks adorn her face. Her sweet looking face is lightly covered with makeup. Her white turtleneck and yellow skirt makes her look more beautiful than she already is.

"I didn't know you have a new flatmate," She says looking at Wyatt.

"I dropped you a message. You never replied." 

"We will talk about it later. Go get showered. I am taking you for lunch," She claps her hand excitedly ushering him to his room. I stand there feeling like an uncomfortable third wheeler.

"Um.. I'll .. I'll just go and have a bath," I say, "Hey, Wyatt. Can you please tell me where the aspirin is?" 

"Don't worry babe. I will give it to her. You should go and hurry," She says to him. He walks into his room closing the door behind.

Venessa walks over to the kitchen cabinet, rolling her eyes over the living room mess. There are beer cans tumbling around, the pizza box with the crusts lying on the table and the cushions are all scattered on the floor.

"I will just clean it up later," I say.

"Here. Aspirin and some water," She says handing it to me. Surprisingly, she was smiling at me.

"Thank you!" I swallow down the pill before keeping the glass on the counter.

"Don't mind about me earlier. I was just shocked to see you both like that. I didn't know he had a new flatmate," She says picking up the empty beer cans.

"You don't need to do that. I will clean the mess. And don't worry! Anybody would have been," I say, helping her. I pick up the pizza box and throw it in the dustbin. As the silence engulfs as both, I couldn't help but take a proper look at her.

Her skin looks flawless. She looks like a model going to walk on a runaway while when I look at me, I feel like a homeless living on the street.

"I am ready. Let's go," Wyatt comes out of his room, dressed in a brown leather jacket and denim jeans.

"Your hair is still dripping wet," Venessa points out.

"Really!" He runs a hand through his hairs, splattering water droplets on her face.

"Stop it!" She pushes him away while he laughs at her.

"Let's go, Wyatt. I don't want people catching us." She starts pulling him out of the door. "It was nice meeting you, Ariella," She smiles at me.

"Don't forget to do the dishes. And don't make a mess please," Wyatt says to me.

"Don't worry! I won't," I say before turning to her. "It was nice meeting you too."

Wyatt grabs his car keys and they are both out of the door. After I close the door, I slump down on the couch feeling unusual. Something I can't exactly put my finger at. I started getting frustrated over my unexplained feelings. Maybe, I am still hungover. That's a better explanation.

I clean up the remaining mess, wiping the table and arranging the pillows before cleaning the dishes. This time, I remember to take less soap but still it wasn't less enough leading to soapy mess. In the process of cleaning, I got soaking wet so I proceeded to take a shower.

My laundry bag is now filled with mountains of clothes that are overflowing out of it. I sigh, taking a look at it. I will deal with this herculean task later.