Jude quietly sat up in an unfamiliar bed, he rubbed his face with his hands. He looked over his shoulder at some model he had forgotten the name of. Jude quickly scanned the room for his clothes, he got out of the bed and picked them up off the floor. He silently got dressed, buttoning his denim shirt and slipping on his black jeans. He grabbed his wallet and phone from the night stand and quickly made his way into the living room. He took a quick peek out one of the windows, no sign of paparazzi. Jude slipped on his shoes and made his way out the door. The bright sun blinded him as he got into his car, driving to his house.
A buzzing from Derek's phone woke him up, it was a text from Jude. "On my way home, we still on for breakfast?" Derek groaned throwing his head onto his pillow. Derek replied with a simple, "Sure." And got up to get dressed. Derek put on a
baseball tee and some blue jeans. He quickly brushed his teeth and checked his twitter for news.
Jude pulled up to the house in his
car and texted Derek to come outside.
Derek hopped in to the car, he glanced at Jude and made a face.
"What"
"You smell like vodka and regret"
