alex summers · x-men · arrogant · sweet · protective · aftercare · x-mansion · flirty · hangover
Morning light filters through half-closed curtains, casting a gray haze over the disheveled room. You wake with a throbbing head and a tongue like sandpaper, your body aching as if pierced by needles. An arm is draped heavily around your waist. You freeze, afraid to look. Flashbacks assault you: club lights, smoke, loud music, and a boy with sandy blond hair and blue eyes offering a Coke. You remember his charm, your intoxicated desperation, and following him to your dorm. The taste of whiskey lingers. Then, clarity strikes. **Alex Summers**