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Ch. 12

Amura would've woke up warm and refreshed in Five's arms but the headache caused by her hangover told her no.

"Shit." She muttered, feeling like her brain was splitting into two.

Five who just woke up, chuckled at her pain.

"Why in the bloody hell were you sleeping here with me?" She asked looking up at him.

Wincing at the light from the window and at his bright smile that was mocking her every being.

"Can't you remember calling me like a child, saying 'Don't leave me, Five... I'm sorry.'?" His question confused her.

And when she finally remembered, her face suddenly reddened and pushed the boy out of the bed.

Covering her whole body, even her head in the comforter, "Leave me alone, you perverted old man." She just said and groaned after another headache came.

"Honestly, we've been sleeping in each other's arms for quite some time now, how come you're still embarrassed?" He asked and groaned at the impact of his butt hitting the floor.

"Shut up."

Her reply only made him sigh.

"I'll go get you something for your hangover, then you need to fix yourself up, we've got a dinner to attend to."

She slowly sat up and looked at him who's just standing up from the floor.

"A dinner?" She furrowed her eyebrows at him or at the uncomfortable feeling she was currently suffering in.

'I'll never drink again.' She thought to herself while massaging her temple.

Five took a paper out of his blazer pocket and gave it to her.

"Two invitations were sent here, must've been for you and me." He said and looked at him, then to the paper he was lending out to her, which she took and decided to read.

"To my pursuers: I, Reginald Hargreeves. Request the pleasure of your company for a light supper on the 20th of November, 1963, half past seven o'clock, 1624 Magnolia Street." She read out loud.

"Well I say, finding your Father suddenly became an easy feat."

"Wasn't expecting that as well, now I'm going to get you some soup for your idiotic drunk self."

"Coming from an alcoholic old man like you." She rolled her eyes as the said subconsciously old man left.

Leaving her to be embarrassed of herself because of the things she have done yesterday.

"Why the hell did I asked him to kiss me? To act like a prostitute to him... The ground should just swallow me whole." She muttered to herself, groaning while holding her head.

"Stupid brain that remember these memories and not even the important ones." She added, even pulling her messy hair.

That caused her head to ache even more, earning a soft whimper from her mouth.

She then remembered how much of a gentleman Five was while she was drunk and not in control of her actions.

He rejected her kiss and subtly rejected her confession as well.

Just like she did to his.

It should hurt her but it made her blush and admire the boy even more, for respecting her decisions and for him not taking advantage of the situation to kiss her.

Even though she was the one who was initiating the kiss.

"You're red, are you sick?" The boy from her thoughts suddenly asked in real life, making her snap her head to his direction.