This is pretty much a continuation of my other fic "Waking Up", but can probably be read without reading that one. I am somewhat unhappy with this, but I wanted to get it out before I lost all motivation, so here it is. I might fix it up later on if I'm motivated.

Sometimes you have those awkward mornings when you wake up with someone you had no intention of ever holding hands with, let alone sharing a bed with. In most cases it comes down to "It was the alcohol's fault" and life goes on.

Other times, there are those awkward mornings when you wake up with your best friend's brother, and the only thing you have to explain anything is 13 hours of Star Wars the day before. And maybe a slight amount of alcohol because, after all, there are many Star Wars drinking games that need to be tested.

So, when Heidi Turner woke up beside Kevin Stoley, she wasn't concerned. 13 hours of Star Wars was not something you watch while sitting on the floor.

But when Heidi Turner woke up beside Kevin Stoley naked, that was a completely different story.

After staring at an oblivious Kevin for five minutes, Heidi finally lets him know that she's awake. After a much shorter conversation than any they'd had the night before, and after Heidi's collected her clothes from the floor and redressed herself, she does the only thing that seems completely logical at the moment and gets the hell out of that room.

In the small amount of time she'd given herself to get ready, Heidi had half planned out what she was going to say to Esther, and it didn't involve the words "I slept with your brother." What she didn't expect was that instead of having the extra time to plan further while walking upstairs to Esther's room, she'd find her best friend sitting on the basement couch watching TV, a whole five steps out of Kevin's bedroom.

Esther looks up from her TV show, about ready to let Kevin know that it's far past a decent time to wake up, until she notices exactly who she's about to talk to.

"...Heidi?"

"...Esther."

"Did you just come out of Kevin's room?"

"Star Wars marathon."

"You slept over?"

"Those movies take a while to watch, you know."

"Right. Do those movies also need you to take your shirt off while watching them?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your shirt's on inside out."

"...well."

"Heidi."

"No."

"Did you sleep with my brother?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Heidi."

"It's a possibility."

"A possibility?"

"Okay, so it's a pretty good possibility."

"You did not."

"My bad."

"'My bad' does not cover this."

"...yeah, probably not."

"I'll be right back."

And with that, Heidi realizes Kevin's going to have about as much time to plan anything to say as she just did, but also realizes it's enough time for her to fix her shirt and get out of the house, because dealing with this later seems like a far better option. She grabs her purse, puts on her shoes and flips her shirt around before running out the door, her phone going off just as she hits the bottom step. She decides she'd rather deal with that later, too, and ignores the noise coming from her pocket until she's safely shielded in her own room.

(2) missed calls.
TEXT MESSAGE
From: Kevin Stoley
You left me alone with a monster. This is like trying to fight the Galactic Empire by myself. You just pulled a Lando.

By the way let's do that again okay?