A Drop in the Ocean

Chapter 32

I laughed loudly as Calum helped me out of the elevator at our hotel.  He shushed me as I stumbled along.

"Cal, you're a sweetie," I told him, slurring my words.  "'Ello, sweetie!" I cried in an English accent.  River Song.  One of the best.

"You need to quiet down.  People are trying to sleep," Cal whispered.  I quickly laughed.  

"Okay, then, Mr. 'Playin-by-their-rules'," I said, letting him drag me along.  Soon, he took out his key and opened the hotel room door.  Luke, Cal, and I were sharing a room.  Because it made sense for me to share a room with two boys.  But I really didn't mind.  Luke was sitting in his bed, watching something on television.  I didn't look to see what it was.  He looked up when we walked in.

"Cal, you can let me go," I told him.  He let me go and quietly shut the door.  I put my hand on the wall to steady myself before walking over to Luke.

"You're drunk," he told me.

"You're deductive reasoning skills are astounding," I replied, laying down next to him on the bed.  "What are you consuming yourself with?" I asked.

"I believe it's called Sherlock.  It has Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman," he told me.  I nodded.

"Yeah, I know.  I love this show," I replied.  

"So, where did you guys go?" he asked me.  

"This pub called The Albert Pub in Westminster," I replied, not tearing my eyes from the screen.  

"Why are you so drunk?" he continued.

"Because of you," I told him.  His head whipped down to look at me.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you are an asshat and told everyone about me getting drunk."

"When?"

"When did I get drunk?  Oh, on New Year's Eve.  And you went home and told everyone about how I was so shitfaced that I couldn't even remember what happened and about how I confessed my life to you," I carried on.

"Oh, that," he replied.

"Yeah.  That," I said, still watching the screen.

"Well, I'm sorry.  But someone had to know," he responded.  I scoffed.

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to go and tell it on the mountain," I told him.  He chuckled.

"There aren't-" he began.

"Yeah, yeah.  There aren't mountains in Australia.  It's a figure of speech," I interrupted.  He laughed.  I slowly felt my eyelids getting heavy.  Hitting the end of my drunkedness before the morning hangover made its way to me.

****Luke****

I felt Jordan's head hit my shoulder.  I looked down to see that she was fast asleep on my shoulder, snoring softly, her body limp.  Calum finally came out of the shower, a towel around his waist.

"Oh, are you going to finally be modest?" I asked him.  He looked down at the towel and shrugged.  Then, he noticed Jordan sleeping on my shoulder, and he raised his eyebrows.

"What's going on here?" he asked me.  I rolled my eyes.

"She's drunk.  She just fell asleep," I told him.  Not two seconds later, I heard a phone vibrating, and I reached down and grabbed Jordan's phone from her pocket.  Brian.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Luke?" Brian replied.

"Yeah," I told him.

"Where's Jordan?" he asked.  I looked back down at her.

"She's asleep," I told him.

"Oh.  Did you two finally work it out?" he asked.  I furrowed my brow.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, just whatever you two were having troubles with.  Like New Year's or whatever," he told me.

"What do you know about New Year's?" I continued.

"Just about you going to Jordan's house, and she was drunk.  Then she threw a huge fit, and you calmed her down.  And you kissed her or something.  I'm not entirely sure," Brian told me.  I looked over at Cal who was currently getting dressed in shorts for bed.  He gave me a guilty look.  I scowled at him.

"Yeah.  I guess.  But I have a girlfriend.  Adeline," I told him.  I could almost hear him feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, really?" he said.  I nodded, then remembered that he couldn't see me.

"Yeah.  she's on tour with us.  Cal and I are sharing a room with Jordan, and she is super shitfaced.  She was just sitting on the bed, and now she's out.  It's just what happens when she gets drunk," I told him.

"Trust me, I know.  Hey, I just wanted to tell her that I'm currently in a relationship with a lovely girl named Katy, and when she comes to New York on the tour, I'd like for the two of them to meet.  Can you give her that message?" Brian asked.  

"Yeah, totally.  I'll tell her tomorrow morning," I accepted.  

"Okay, well, I should let you go.  It's probably late there," he said. 

"Yeah, it is.  I'll talk to you later," I told him.

"Bye, Luke," he said before hanging up.  Cal came over and sat on the other bed.

"Who was that?" he asked me.

"Brian.  Jordan's uncle.  How the hell does he know that Jordan and I kissed on New Year's Eve?" I asked him.  He instantly looked down at his hands.

"I accidentally brought it up," Cal muttered.  

"When?" I cried.  Jordan stirred, grabbing onto my arm.  I lowered my voice.  "When?"

"When you came over to introduce us to Adeline," he answered.

"What did she say?" I asked him.  He shrugged.  

"Do you want me to tell you what she actually said, or what you want to here?" Cal asked me.  

"What did she actually say?" I decided.  He sighed, looking down at his hands again.

"She remembers everything," Cal mumbled.  But the words cut through the air sharply.  

"Everything?" I repeated.

"Everything.  The drunkedness, the confessions, the kiss.  All of it," he told me.

"Well, why didn't she tell me before?" I asked.

"It's complicated.  But she was going to tell you when you came over with Adeline," Cal said.  I sighed.  I looked down at Jordan.

"Why can't this just go right?" I asked no one in particular.  Because no matter what happened with her, it was always too late.