Author's Note: Loosely based on a barabeque I went to not so long ago, hahaha. Enjoy :).
“Fuck.” Stephen’s eyes briefly fluttered open, but shut almost instantly with the pain from the morning (afternoon?) sun. His head was pounding and his stomach was churning. He ran a hand through his hair blindly, still unable to face the light. He froze,
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