ThatPandaBunny

You groan as you sit up, rubbing your eyes groggily. What the hell just happened...? Your mind feels like jelly, like a puddle of goo. Everything seems sluggish and heavy. You look around you, your eyes slowly focusing. You're in your room, tucked into your bed. The fan whirls quietly above you, and the sunset paints ribbons of gold and red light across the tan carpet. In the corner, Steve, in a plaid button-down and worn blue jeans, reads a novel with dismal interest. "Steve...?" you ask, your voice slurred. What is wrong with you? Are you drugged or something? Steve looks up, and instantly straightens. "You're awake," he remarks as he se