Meant To Be (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Morning After

“I think I’m going to die. Are my eyeballs still in my head?” Simon folded his arms on the kitchen table and flopped his face onto them.

“I told you not to drink so much, idiot.”

Kyle had been the sensible member of the relationship the previous night and had limited his alcohol intake so as not to feel how Simon looked this morning. He joined his partner at the table and handed him a steaming mug of coffee, receiving a grunt in response.

A few minutes later, Nate shuffled into the kitchen. His red hair seemed to be reaching for a space anywhere other than his head and the dark circles under his eyes gave him the complexion of an extra from ‘Shaun of the Dead’. He squinted at Kyle and received a small wave from his brother, whose head remained glued to the table, before pouring himself some coffee.

“How’s your head?” Kyle took off his glasses and started to wipe them with his shirt whilst Nate tried to remember how to speak.

“Peachy. By which I mean it feels like a peach that someone bit into.” Nate looked at his brother and then back to Kyle, “Is Alex up yet?”

Simon finally raised his head to look at his twin, “He left earlier. Didn’t say two words to us, miserable sod.”

Where could Alex have been going? He had no job and no interviews that Nate knew about. He’d never mentioned any friends and as far as Nate knew, he had no money either. The thoughts were cluttering his mind to the point where he’d let his coffee get cold when Kyle broke into his trance.

“He didn’t look very happy,” he pushed his glasses higher onto his nose and continued, “Did something happen last night?”

Nate scrunched up his nose in an attempt to remember anything of importance that had happened the previous night but the alcohol seemed to have wiped his memory. The last thing he remembered was a woman in a red dress and Alex walking in on them…

“Ah, shit…” the younger twin got to his feet, almost spilling his coffee in the process, and dashed upstairs to throw on some clothes.

He tamed his mane as best his could and ignored the stubble on his chin in favour of getting to the car faster. A quick wave was all he offered his brother and Kyle in terms of an explanation and then he was in the car; it was only then that he realised he had no idea where he was going to go. Nate knew he wanted to find Alex, especially if he was upset, but he didn’t know where to start looking. And why was Alex upset anyway? Because he’d seen Nate making out on his bed? Surely not. He felt he was missing an important piece of the puzzle but his booze-soaked mind just couldn’t remember it.

Without knowing his destination, Nate started to drive into town, eyes glued to the paths in the hopes of somehow finding Alex wandering them. It was no use; he wasn’t going to just randomly find him. It had been almost an hour when he decided to turn back and head home; his head was throbbing and he felt like something was dying inside his stomach. The road home was quiet and so when the blue flashing lights pulled up behind him, Nate knew they were for him.

Swearing under his breath, he waited for the policeman to step over to his window and rolled it down accordingly.

“Something wrong, officer?” He tried to sound innocent but his voice broke and he ended up sounding like a guilty child caught stealing cookies.

The policeman pulled something out of his pocket and asked Nate to get out of the car.

“You were swerving a little back there, sir.”