When my head ache had subsided to something minuscculely bareable I got out of bed. On my way past the mirror on the back of the door I saw my reflection and grimaced. My hair was a mess and I had dark circles under my eyes. To top it all off I had slept without a shirt on and whit Brooke in my bed. I hoped I had not done anything too stupid.<br/><br/>After I had a new shirt on I walked out into the living room where I could hear music playing softly. I saw Brooke cleaning and frowned a  little but the food on the table looked great. My stomach was rumbling not that it had also calmed down, "Brooke you shouldn't have to do anything after my screw up. I can clean and everything..."