Nothing says love like puke in my toilet.

Melinda crossed her legs on the bed and sighed contentedly--another day she could cross off her calendar.

Smiling to herself, she flipped through the prom magazine at a leisurely pace. Even though the dance wouldn’t be held for another three months, she wanted to get a rough estimate on how much she’d be spending this year. Senior prom was the most important after all.

Melinda shook her head and closed the magazine before setting it on the nightstand and flipping off the light. She’d promised herself she would go this year, date or not.

Turning down the covers, she slipped between the blue silk sheets and grinned. She had self-gifted earlier that week, splurging on them. Now, Melinda decided, they had totally been worth the outrages price.

Just as her head hit the pillow, there was a loud bang against the window. Cursing, she leaped out of bed and fumbled for her robe.

“What the hell?” she muttered angrily and trudged over to the offending window. If her parents heard the noise, she’d be utterly and completely screwed for waking them up. Why of all nights they picked the eventful one to be home, she’d never know.

Yanking back the curtains and pulling the blinds up, Melinda peered out into the darkness. Another loud bang and a fist came into view. “What the—Jonah?” She jerked the window open and slapped a hand over his mouth before he could start yelling for her.

The man wavered under the weight of her hand and she had to lean out to steady him. Drawing him close, Melinda scrunched her nose and backed away as far as physics would allow her to still support her friend. “Are you drunk?” she demanded sourly.

“Mel…M-m-e-l.” he drew out her name and blinked blearily up at her. “I knew I could—“he trailed off again and screwed his eyes shut to focus, “could count on you.”

“Oh hell,” she knew what he was unconsciously asking. He needed a place to stay. She’d helped him through rough times before, but this had to be the first time he’d shown up at her house. Usually, he left some half-intelligible message on her cell phone and she’d been forced to go take care of him wherever he was currently crashed.

Tightening her grip on him, Melinda pulled him through her window where he rolled into her legs with a small thump. She was lucky that her window was fairly close to the ground.

“You’re naked,” Jonah laughed and pressed his face to her bare leg.

“I’m wearing a robe and shirt, twit.” She gritted her teeth in frustration. Her robe just had to come undone at that particular moment.

He hummed in the back of his throat and wrapped his arms around her legs, hugging them. “I’m tired,” he told her groaning.

Shaking her head, Melinda bent down and secured his arm around her shoulders before heaving him onto her bed. “I guess you’re bunking with me tonight. Two rules though,” Melinda said holding up two fingers for him to see, though she seriously doubted he could focus on them. “One is that you stay on your own side of the bed and that means hands off. It’s a queen so there’s no reason for you to be touching me. And two, you are not going to puke on my new sheets. Is that understood?”

Jonah waved a wayward hand, flopping back onto her bed and flipping over to bury his head in one of her pillows.

Muttering obscenities under her breath, she shut and locked the window before doing so with her bedroom door. There was no need for her parents or brother to discover her midnight visitor.

Finally done and exhausted, Melinda slipped back under the covers and between the sheets. It was going to be a long night.

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Quick Note: Er, right. I'm not entirely sure where I got my inspiration for this one. In any case, I'd like to know as always, is it worth continuing? Are there any major problems that you see? Anything in particular you liked?