Ally felt like crap, in fact, she felt worse than crap. Her head was pounding as if someone was playing the drum line on her skull, not to mention the boulders rolling around her stomach. Is this what it felt like to be twenty-six? Simply old. Not realizing where she was Ally started to slowly move around on the bed, one hand reaching out to feel around her nightstand for the Tylenol she always kept handy....only thing was she wasn't seeming to run into anything she found familiar.
Sitting up some she let her eyes focus on what was in front of her before they got extra wide, her immediately grabbing the blanket she was under to hold against herself. Ally definitely wasn't in her own room, so whose room was she in?
Suddenly taking notice to a person being next to her on the bed she turned to see who it was, heart nearly stopping when the face registered. She was in bed with Zev. Her brothers best friend. A few memories from the night started to flood her mind, "Oh my God.." Not caring whether or not he still needed the blanket she pulled it closer to her body, tucking it all around her body. "What the hell did I do last night?" She whispered to herself, not managing to make eye contact with the man.