The marching band playing in my head needed to shut the hell up. My mouth felt like I'd been licking the bottom of my shoe all night. The sun was too bright and I am laying on something really hard. When I finally managed to pry my eyes open my floor is on the ceiling and the ceiling is on the floor. Holy Hell! I managed to fall into an alternate dimension last night. I rolled to my side and saw the floor before I felt it.

"Ow."

"Morning sleepy head!" I hear Lindsey's voice through the stupid marching band.

"What the hell is going on?" I managed to sit up and get an ice pick of pain to my right eye for my troubles.

"We got trashed. You and I drank through a third of your alcohol stash. We were dancing and singing to the Buffy musical more than once. You decided to try to make out with Spike on the tv. I finally got tired and offered to help your drunk ass to bed. Instead of the nice comfy bed of yours, you said you preferred to sleep on the table, so you could get used to sleeping on wood for the coffin you will share with Spike." The last part she laughed so hard I would be worried she'd pee on my floor but who the hell cared about that when this damn band was playing on and off.

"Well that explains a few things. What it doesn't explain is that horrible marching band. What is that noise?" I said laying my head on my knees and covering my ears.

"Sorry. That's probably me. I'm making my hangover special for you." A familiar deep voice came from the area of my kitchen.

Squinting I looked over in the general direction and just saw Lindsey sitting on the arm of my couch looking pleased with herself. "Is that who I think it is?"

Lindsey smirked and nodded. "You invited him last night. Don't you remember?"

"Really? You have to ask me if I remember. I don't even really remember my name right now." I did a version of loud whispering. "Wait a minute. How did I invite him? I don't have his number."

"You texted me from Lindsey's phone." Razer said walking into the living room holding two glasses of a concoction that made me want to vomit. The only thing stopping me was him. He looked like sin walking. He had on a Down N Out shirt that showed off all the muscles in his arms and chest. A pair of jeans that were clearly his favorites. He had a pair of sneakers that looked worn and used. Working my way back up, I noticed he had his hair hidden under a backwards cap. He definitely looked like a fallen angel.

"Well, I've never been called that before." He smiled and set one glass on a coaster he moved over in front of me.

"Oh God! Did I say that out loud? Kill me now."

"Don't worry...you texted him worse last night." Lindsey laughed and took a swig from the glass Razer gave her. She promptly gagged and shoved the glass back to him.

Ugh. "What did I text?" I said eyeing the glass in front of my face.

"Nothing really. Just invited me over this morning." He said blushing.

"Nothing? Really?" Lindsey said scoffing and taking a sip of something in a coffee mug. "You only thought you were texting Spike from Buffy. You sent him everything you wanted to do to him and do it in his coffin. Then promptly invited him over for some morning delight in your "coffin"." She said using air quotes, "I only assume your coffin is your coffee table unless you've really changed, and I don't know anything about you anymore."

Could this get any worse? "Wait a minute, how did I text Razer if I thought he was Spike?"

Lindsey stared at me while hiding her smile behind her mug. "I may or may not have convince you that Razer's real name was Spike. That he used Razer because both were sharp." Now, Lindsey was full out belly laughing.

I could feel my face flaming under my embarrassment. Looking up I saw Razer looking a little sheepish. He said, "See nothing really."

"Did you know I thought you were a fictional character?" I said eyeing him.

Now, he really looked embarrassed. "Uh. No."

I immediately, grabbed the drink he made and proceeded to try to chug it for something to do instead of looking at this sexy guy who thought I was coming onto him via text message last night. Unfortunately, the drink he so nicely made tasted like the Grinch shit into a cup with crushed up hopes and dreams in there with a pinch of vomit. Jumping up, I ran to the bathroom and proceeded to pray to the porcelain goddess. By the time I was done, I felt like roadkill that had been sitting on the side of the road for two weeks. While my stomach settled I felt a cool cloth on my face and neck. I smiled and looked up to thank Lindsey. Razer was sitting next to me on the floor of the bathroom pushing the hair out of my face and wiping my face down with the wash cloth.

"What are you doing?" I asked weakly.

"I'm helping."

"Ok. Thank you, Razer." I felt the blackness coming back to envelope me.

"Call me Brian, Jenna." He said so quietly I didn't know if I'd imagined it.

***

Rolling over I looked at the clock and saw it read two pm. The marching band finally stopped playing in my head and I felt much better after my long nap. Stretching I rolled to the other side of my bed and snuggled back down to enjoy the softness of my mattress. I expected to see the sun peaking through my blinds and the shadows from my furniture. What I didn't think I'd see was an incredibly sexy man sitting in a chair next to my bed sleeping. Razer sat in one of my kitchen chairs holding a trashcan and a wash cloth that had been wet at one time but now looked dry. I made myself breathe very calmly to give myself some more time to watch this beautiful man sleep.

He was truly a stunning specimen. His face was beautiful in a masculine way. His nose was slightly wide with a barely there scar across the bridge. He had cheekbones of a well-bred aristocrat but the 5 oclock shadow added danger to his look. Both ears are pierced with small hoops. His hair still hid under a backward baseball cap. I could see every outline of his muscled arms. No doubt from hours of playing drums. His chest was molded perfectly under his fitted t-shirt. With the sun on his white shirt, I could see some dark coloring underneath. Something inside me wanted to lift his shirt just to see what he had. My eyes continued down his visible six pack and trim waste and had me thinking very impure thoughts.

"Are you done ogling me?"

I jumped and sat up in the bed. I held my hand over my heart trying to catch my breath after that unexpected scare. "I..uh...I have no idea what you're talking about. You just about scared me to death."

Razer chuckled. "I'm sorry but if I let you keep looking at me like that I wasn't going to be held responsible for what I did to you."

"You wouldn't dare." I said crossing my arms across my chest.

"Sweetheart, you can see what you do to me in my pants."

I immediately chanted in my head. Don't look down. Don't. Look. Down. Don't you dare look down, Jenna.

Looking down, I gasped. "Whoa." I said weakly.

"Thank you." He smiled and leaned down placing the trashcan on the floor and the wash cloth draped over the side of the can.

"Ugh. You are so arrogant." Tossing a pillow at him distracted him enough for me to compose myself after seeing the outline of the trouser snake he was packing.

"So why are you in here, Razer?"

Straitening in the chair he looked down at the floor. "Lindsey had to go run some errands and she wanted me to watch out for you."

"You didn't have to do that. I am a big girl and I can take care of myself."

"I know, but after helping you in the bathroom I was worried you might get hurt, pass out in your own vomit, fall and hit your head and every other possible scenario ran through my head. I wouldn't have been able to relax knowing you could be hurt or dead."

"Being a bit dramatic, aren't you?"

"Well, you did scare us when you got sick downstairs and then passed out."

"If I passed out downstairs, how did I get up to my bed?" I said pulling the blankets up to my chin.

"I carried you up. I wasn't about to let you sleep on the linoleum."

"How embarrassing. I hope you didn't hurt your back. I don't want to be known as the girl hurt the sexy drummer from Down N Out."

A look passed over his features quickly and he looked back down at the floor. "It was fine, Jenna."

An awkward silence passed for a few minutes between us. I drew a blank on how to even have a conversation with one of the sexiest men I've ever met. Especially one who watched me throw up and was currently seated five feet from my bed. "So....I guess I'm going to take a shower."

"Ok." He said leaning back in the chair with a smirk.

"Well, you get leave now. I don't need you in here."

Licking his lips, he leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees and whispered in his husky voice. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure." I shrieked.

Razer laughed and stood up picking the trashcan up with him. He took his time walking to the door and stopped. Without turning to me he said, "Let me know if you need help with anything." He looked over his shoulder and said, "Anything at all." Then closed the door behind him leaving me sitting on my bed with my mouth hanging open.