Between Two Hearts

Affected

Next thing I knew I was chugging a bottle of vodka and stumbling to the bathroom. Caleb had explained that him and this girl weren't official, but he had a thing for her. I don't know why I was so jealous and affected- but I definitely was.

As I grabbed the bathroom counter for support, I stared in the mirror at my drunken self. I had mascara smudged underneath my eyes, my lipstick had mostly rubbed off, my hair was a mess and my eyes were bloodshot. I splashed my face with water which was dumb because everything smeared more, but it was refreshing and made my thoughts a teeny bit less of a blur.

I waited in the bathroom for a couple minutes longer and walked outside into the hallway to see that most people had left. I looked at my phone for the time. It was 3:52 am? When did it get so late?

I saw people still dancing so I went up to a boy that was somewhat cute and started dancing with him. I needed to let go for once and just do whatever I want. We ended up dancing pretty close- basically grinding up on each other. But not exactly because I was still a little me even though I was probably black out drunk.

I started getting tired of dancing so I walked away and I spotted Caleb talking to mason and walked over. They saw me and Calebs eyes lit up.

"What the hell did you do?" Mason asked sarcastically.

"I was being a little bitch so I decided I was gonna drink and have something over there." I said while slurring my speech and trying to point to a small table full of alcohol and most likely spiked punch. "Okay we need to get you home, your lucky I didn't drink since we have practice tomorrow."

He did that weird bro punch thing with mason and said bye to some other people, I was too tired to notice who. He grabbed my arm and pulled me outside to his car. As I got in I noticed myself feeling super sick and my eyes felt like fire as they started to blur.

"I don't feel so goods. " I suddenly grabbed my stomach and barfed on the pavement. I felt Caleb rub my back to comfort me. At this point I was ready to get the hell home and sleep. Ahh, I loved sleeping. Sleep makes me feel so happy. And dreams too. I love dreams. Except for nightmares those suck.

"I don't know if you decided to get so hammered because of me and what I said.  but if it helps anything, I'm not gonna date her." I looked up confused. He took note of my expression and continued. "People would be too surprised, and knowing me I would most likely get bored after a week." He chuckled nervously and looked up at me. I noticed a wave of something I couldn't quite pin flash through his eyes.

I snapped out of my gaze as he started the car and pulled out of the street. The rest of the car ride was pretty silent except for the quiet radio that was playing weird elevator type music that made my inebriated mind mad.

As we arrived Caleb's huge house, he got out of the car and opened the door as I fell out and started laughing hysterically.

"Holy shit you are so fucked." He chuckled and picked me up, his arms holding me up as we headed to his door. He grabbed some medicine and dragged me upstairs to his room as he plopped me down on his bed. Me and Caleb had had lots of sleepovers before, mostly when my dad would scream at me to get out of the house or when he had some new prostitute over.

"I'm leaving these here for you to take tomorrow morning. You can take the bed." I don't think he knew that I couldn't really take in anything he was saying because of my state. I felt a blanket being draped over me and I smiled and cozied into the soft pillows. The last thing I remember that night was something kind of wet touching my forehead, I wiped it off - whatever it was, and my hammered self finally passed out.

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I woke up to light pouring in and the smell of hash browns and cologne. I immediately recognized the very well known scent that was my asshat best friend. Except he wasn't very much an asshole last night, because apparently he took me to his house and let me sleep on his precious bed which- I may add- he never lets me sleep on.

As soon as I started thinking about last night and trying to remember the sequences of what happened, my headache pounded my head like someone hammering a nail in a wall. I snapped up and looked around nothing that there was a pill and a glass of water on the bedside table. I quickly downed them and slowly walked downstairs.

I heard Caleb's mom, Michelle singing and as I turned the corner I saw Caleb eating some bacon as he rolled his eyes. He saw me peaking out from behind the staircase wall and smiled, I couldn't help but feel myself starting to blush. I don't know why I am acting like this. I need to snap out of it.

As I sat down I was greeted by Caleb's mom who, insists I call her Shelly since were family. I remember getting to the party and I still have some questions. So, me being my particularly hungover bold self I decided to flat out ask. Why not?

"So did I say anything or do anything ill regret last night?" I chuckled nervously hoping I didn't do anything seriously stupid.