40| Recovery

Ryan wasn't in the living room yet, so I took it upon myself to be his wake up call. I knocked on his door, letting myself in without a reply.

“Ohhh Ryannn!" I said, noting he was awake but still laying in bed.

"Oh my god... you're up before me? What a miracle!" He said, scooting over on the bed so I could lay with him.

I made my way over, sitting beside him and pulling the blanket over myself. "Right? I needed to shower to try and get rid of my hangover. I feel like ass. How are you feeling?"

"Honestly, I'm feeling pretty terrible myself. How much did we drink last night?" He asked, running a hand over his eyes.

"Too much," I responded. "Way too much. Where do you keep the ibuprofen?"

He groaned, "Ugh... you're gonna make me get up?"

I chuckled, "I can get it; I just need to know where it is."

He sighed, flinging his comforter off of himself and sitting up. "No, it's okay. I got it. I should probably take some too."

I watched as he stood up off the bed, not hiding the fact that I wa