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My eyes shot open. Where the hell am I...

I looked around and realized some strange man had his arms around me.

I'm in a strange room, with a strange man, in strange clothes, with a piercing headache...I don't remember a thing from last night...

I slowly tried to get out of the man's hold.

"Hey baby don't leave..." I waited a minute until he fell back asleep.

What the hell did I get myself into...

I finally freed myself of his grasp and quietly got out of bed, quietly walking to the bathroom in the bedroom. I quickly closed and locked the door. I began to examine myself in the mirror.

Make up was smeared all over my face and I was wearing nothing but the strange man's button up and my underwear.

Flashback to yesterday

I was sitting on my couch crying over my ex. That cheating dick... I hate him, yet I miss him so much...

My phone buzzed, I pulled it out of my pocket, it read Lydia and I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey y/n me and the girls are taking a trip to Vegas and you're coming!"

"What, no I'm not going to Vegas."

"Yes you are, you better start packing we'll be there for the weekend and we're leaving in an hour!"

"No!"

"Yes, it's Vegas baby, Vegas! And besides, this'll be good for you! See ya in an hour."

"No you won't." I hung up.

I can't go to Vegas... but I don't think I have much of a choice...

I didn't pack much, just clothes and a toothbrush. I heard a knock on the door and quickly opened it.

"Hey, are you ready?" Lydia was standing there. I put on a fake smile,

"Yeah, let's go."

She led me to the car with the other girls. I hated hanging out with the whole group... they always pick on me because I dress different and don't wear much makeup...

"Baby, that's what you're wearing to Vegas?" Marina asked looking very concerned. I looked down at my black band sweater, jean shorts with fish nets and baby blue converse.

"Uh, yeah." Here we go...

She began to lecture me on the fashion industry ...I need to be wearing colors other than black blah blah... she's mom material...

"Hey why don't we get you a make over!" Lydia yelled excitedly turning into a makeup store.

"No, I don't need it!" I cried.

"We'll pay for it now come on." They practically dragged me into the store and sat me down in a chair with a woman who had a disgusting amount of makeup on.

The woman started, she practically used every kind of makeup product ever and then some more. She handed me the mirror. I look like a home wrecker, I don't even recognize myself...

Before I could say anything Lydia payed and we were off to Vegas.

Back to the present

I washed my face and got most of the make up off. I slowly unlocked the door and poked my head out, looking at the foreign man on the bed. He's actually pretty hot, dark hair, tattoos, and kinda short...

Another memory came back to me...

When they first arrived at the flamingo

I ran to the bathroom attempting to get whatever I could off my face. After about five minutes of scrubbing I finally began to recognize the face looking back at me in the mirror.

I walked out and realized I lost the girls... hell yeah

I smiled to myself and walked to the bar. I looked up and a man with dark hair and pretty brown eyes was eyeing me. The bar tender walked over to me.

"This is from Pete Wentz..." He handed me a drink as he nodded to the man across the bar.

"Oh, thank you." I gladly took it and the man got up and walked over to me.

Back to the present

Pete...his name is Pete... okay I solved that mystery...

I quietly walked out of the bathroom, no sign of my clothes...

I made my way towards the door and quietly walked out and closed it behind me. I turned around and was met with a totally destroyed hotel suite. I could only remember bits of things from the rest of last night. As I walked around I realized a red haired man was asleep with a random girl in his arms.

This headache is killing me...

I put my hand on my head and kept walking around. I can't even tell what half the things on the floor are...

I found myself in the kitchen, which was directly connected to the living room. I saw pictures on the counter, my eyes went wide and I almost screamed as something else came back.

Back to last night

In a cab, drunk as hell next to Pete.

"Yeah, we should totally get married!" I yelled excitedly.

"I love you baby!" Pete said, totally waisted, "I love you too!" I kissed him and we made out in the back of a random taxi.

We made it to a tiny wedding chapel. Where we got married...

Back to the present

Oh god how could I let this happen? I can't be married! What am I going to do?

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and I heard a groan.

"Hey, do uh do you remember anything from last night?" Pete was walking towards me in nothing but his boxers while clutching the side of his head.

"Not really but you're gonna want to see this... " I passed him the photos and watched his eyes go wide as the memory came back to him. He laughed, "So I guess we're married then, you know I'm sorry but I barely remember your name."

"Its Y/n." He nodded.

"I'm Pete, so what do you wanna do now?" He looked kind of nervous.

"Honestly, I'm not sure I mean you must be a pretty special guy to have won my heart, even if I was drunk..."

He smiled, he really is hot...

"Excuse me for a second..." He walked around the corner, "...Patrick! Are ya up buddy? Guess who got married last night?"

"Wow congrats, is she hot?" I heard a man murmur.

"Hell yeah! Get out of bed, you've got to meet her!" I heard a thud and shuffling, "Sorry to keep you waiting Y/n, this is my friend Patrick. He might be able to help us remember what happened last night."

"Last night? I just remember you two met at the bar, got really really drunk and ran off to get married, and then we threw a massive party here, we danced until like 2 in the morning and then you two went into the bedroom. I'm not a creep so I don't know what happened in there." He said clearly very tired.

My memory slowly came back as he spoke. Wait we didn't fuck... I threw my clothes under the bed... as what could've happened almost happened we both fell asleep before it got bad...

"I'm gonna change into my clothes..." I ran into the bedroom and quickly changed in the bathroom. As I walked out Pete was standing there, fully clothed. I handed him his shirt.

"Here's your shirt..." I began to walk out but I felt him pull my arm back.

"Hey, wait, maybe we could go get dinner or something, maybe I could get your number? "

"Uh, yeah we should get dinner, I'm only here for the weekend." I smiled warmly.

"Cool uh I'll see you tonight at 7. What hotel are you at?" I began to write my number on a piece of paper, "The flamingo..." I handed him the paper.

"See you then..." I walked out and smiled as I ran down the strip to the flamingo. Maybe this was good for me...

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I recently watched the hang over and swingers and was inspired to write this. I hope everyone enjoyed it! Have a sick day!~Peace out cheesebags