His silent voice.

He stayed frozen in place.

"Dylan, You okay?!" his mom's loud voice came from below.

They'd left his door open.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine."

The hell? Why did his back hurt so much? And not just his back, other places that weren't supposed to be hurting did so much that sitting up suddenly felt like a big chore.

"What the hell did I do to myself last night?" his eyes agape in wonder.

He searched through his brain for anything but sadly, all he had seemed to have gone with his drunken state. His head hurt from thinking too much, and while he pressed the bridge of his nose for comfort while still holding on to his dear back, he still had to head to the restroom.

With the little strength he had left, he dragged his aching parts and limped his way to shut his door before heading to the bathroom. As soon as he pushed the door open, he felt something pour down his legs and he frowned.

What now? Did he wet himself?

He went faster to the toilet for his business and then realized, that hadn't come from the front but behind. Confusedly, his hand grazed between his thighs and he fell more into confusion as he observed what had stained his hands.

Something all too familiar, it wasn't his first time seeing it because he had produced that himself. But now the question was,

"Why is it coming out of there?" he peered down at himself to see he wasn't mistaken.

His current position made him wince in pain from his back ache, then he could slowly point out the places that held pain.

"What's going on? I've never had so many questions after one drunk night." he grumbled to no one in particular as he stood thoughtfully. Trying his hardest to remember anything at all from the previous occasion.

He was a virgin, but he wasn't that clueless about the wild life. Videos are there for a reason, and he'd seen and heard of some aftereffect of sleeping with someone.

But his chuckle evaded the thought at once.

"Come on, Dylan, like that's an option. You're smarter than that." he chuckled again and let out a sigh of defeat. He was with the others, so they should know what went down.

With that, he moved on to tear a stack of toilet roll, wiped himself off without much thought. His clothes smelt like alcohol and threw him off, so he took it all off. He might as well just take a bath while he was at it, he thought and made his way to the sink. He turned the tap on, threw his hand under the running water, and then made the choice of looking in the wall mirror.

Frozen.

That's how he was for a whole minute, the word *save the ocean* was no longer a business of his as the water gushed down his hands stuck in place.

"...ha."

A sharp exhale escaped his lips, his widen eyes forgetting how to blink.

Bite marks, bite marks, hickeys, and more bite marks, scattered all over his body down to his legs. His wet hand slowly went up to touch his neck. Don't freak out Dylan, it's probably just a lipstick stain, he calmed himself. But the moment his fingers brushed against the bite mark that didn't clean up, instead stung him. His lids finally moved and his mouth spread open.

"AAAAHHHHHH!" he screamed at the top of his voice. "WHAT THE FUCK?!!!"

It's real! it's freaking real! It dawned on him the more he rubbed at his skin.

"Oh my god," he stumbled back, cupping his forehead as he felt a strong headache hit him at once.

"Dylan!" his mom's voice came into his room. She sounded close now, "What is wrong with you today? Are you okay?"

"Ah! I'm losing it! I'm losing it! I'm really losing it!" he strides in an attempt to head out but then remembered he was stark naked. "No, no no no...it's gone!"

"What?!"

"It's gone, it's gone, mom!" he panicked.

"What are you saying? What's gone?!"

His virginity! His sanctuary which he'd kept so much self pride in... it was gone. And he didn't know who took it!

He rushed back to the mirror, and the blushing nightmare was still in place. His head fell back in dismay. "Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Dylan?!"

"Who's that bastard?" he glared up into space. "I'm going to shave off all his hair when I get him, that crazy..."

"Dylan! Language!"

"Mom! Mom, mom" he shot up, the next step to take rushing in. "help me get my phone."

"It's on my bed, quick." he rushed.

"Are you sure you're okay?" his mom asked while she went ahead to get his phone.

He held the door shut to a minimal where only his phone could pass through.

"Yes, yes I'm fine, mom. I just remembered I lost something really important and I need to find out who took it."

No way he was going to tell her about it or even let her see the marks on him. He still hasn't come out to them, so how on earth could he tell her the truth.

"Okay, if you say so," she sounded confused while handing him the phone. As soon as he had it in his hand, he shut the door close and waited for her to step out. "try to keep it down though, we don't want any complains coming in."

"Y-yeah, sorry mom. And could you shut the door behind you? I don't have my cloths on."

"Got it."

He waited till he heard the door shut, then he peeked out the bathroom door to be sure his mom. had truly left. After confirming, he slapped in Kira's number on his screen and it only took a ring to get her to pick up.

"K-"

"Hey!" her jolly voice cuts him off. "Jackson the second! You're up? How's your head?"

He blinked, completely lost. "What would be wrong with my head? And who's jackson the second?"

"What? You don't remember? I knew it, remind me to never let your ass get anywhere near alcohol again." she chuckled.

"Look, Kira," he snapped, his head already full as it was. "There's a bigger issue than that. Last night, did I step out alone anytime at the party, and who did I meet up with?"

"What?" she went quiet for a minute, "Dude, it was so hard to keep watch over you last night. You were like a walking tornado. You literally met and talked to every living soul around for the party. Oh, wait, we did lose you one time."

"What?" his heart sank.

"That was towards the end though, and Theodore went after you."

Dylan blinked.

"...T-Theodore? As in Theodore, my neighbor Theodore?" his eyes widened.

"Yeah, why? Did something happen?"

He went quiet for a minute, "No, no it's fine. Thanks."

He cuts off the call before she could mention another thing, then he took in a deep breath and stared into space as his emotionss got all mixed up inside. Theodore went after him.

Theo went after him.

Why though? If that's true then...

"My god," he softly cupped his mouth. He give it a deep thought, "Did I sleep with Theo...? But he has a girlfriend... Or does he swing both ways?" He mumbled his thoughts to himself, analysing every posibility he could come up with. "This is crazy. Absolutely crazy."

He sighed tiredly, brushing his hair back in dismay.

What he found more crazy was how he couldn't deny how he felt at the moment, he'd been so distressed when he found the bite marks, but now that the possible cause of those marks and the loss of his first time could be Theodore... his agitation and anger from a minute ago almost felt like it wasn't there in the first place.

"I mean, if Theo really is my first... I guess I can overlook it."

His eyes met the mirror and he couldn't believe he had a little smile on his lips.

"You freaki-" he frowned and quietly groaned through his gritted teeth. "UGH! Dylan, you're so stupid! You freaking IDIOT, ugh!"

Unbelievable, what the heck was he just thinking?

With his attitude, how sure was he that he hadn't been the one to jump Theodore?

"Hold on," his head shot up at the possible act and he cupped a gasp. "Oh my god, ohmygod I might've done that. My stupid ass could've done that, Oh no, oh no no. I must be crazy."

He slumped down in a squat while regretting his life decisions and aching pain that didn't seem like it would leave any time soon. How was he supposed to face him now?

For a moment, the room remained silent. Then his head came up with a sigh, there was only one way to stop the ache in his head and sort himself out.

"I have to meet Theo and ask him myself." He got up with a determined look, then his eyes met the reflection of his body's state and his face flushed up. "Seriously though, did he have to bite so much?"

He walked away and hurried to meet up the dinner as his only chance.

It took him a while to clean up and get dressed, it was all still strange to him but the reccuring ache from every of his movement made told him it was all real. What would he do if Theo does confess to being the one who he had slept with? It probably wouldn't work out. He might get a *Hey, I'm sorry, it was a drunken mistake. I still love my girlfriend so if we can just pretend this never happened?*

That would hurt.

Or he could get a *Hey, I loved what we had last night, what do you think we keep this up. My girlfriend doesn't have to know."

Dick move, he wasn't down for that.

So many scenarios played up in his head, and it didn't take him long to find himself outside, waiting on their front porch, dressed in a gray turtleneck, a loose hoodie and black pants. He straightened his bangs and shifted nervously while quietly clearing out his throat.

Here goes nothing.

He pressed the doorbell and waited patiently, someone's approaching footstep made his heart beat, then the door fell open and he almost let out a sigh of relief. The beautiful curly brown haired woman met his eyes with her beautiful brown, and in less that than five seconds of trying to recognize him, a big smile curled up her lips.

"Dylan?!"

She knew his name?

"That's me," he gave her a composed smile. "Good evening, I hope I'm not too late?"

"Of course not! I'm so glad you could make it, come on in." she gestured in and he took the invite. "The boys were so sad to hear you couldn't make it, they'll be so happy to see you."

The boys? he questioned as he took off his shoes.

It didn't take him long to understand what she meant, the moment he stepped into the sitting room, except his family already sitted at the table with Theodore's dad, at the corner stood three others who seemed busy.

"Dylan made it!"

The announcement called the attention of the three, and Dylan stopped in his track as they all turned in his direction at once. Three honey brown eyes met his and he suddenly forgot how to breath.