Today felt like it was going to be a good day, that was proven to be somewhat true when Fin invited me over to his apartment after school. That's where I was heading now, I had waited around for a few minutes so I could get in his car without much suspicion. Like usual we stopped at mine so I could grab clothes and other supplies for our sleepover. When I was getting my stuff I checked the mail and noticed a letter addressed to me from Chicago university. It was time, I was about to find out if I had gotten into my dream school.
When I got back into Fin's car he noticed I was extra smiley and asked about it,
"My letter came from university of Chicago." I state.
"aren't you going to open it then."
"Not yet I promised my dad I'd call him when I got it and he doesn't finish work until four."
"Let's go get food and then we will head to mine; it should be almost four by then." He says driving off.
He was correct by the time we got back to his it was almost four- this letter had been in my hands for almost an hour and it has taken everything in me not to open it. Setting my phone up on the coffee table I call my dad and wait for him to pick it up and when he does I excitedly tell him my letter came.
He tells me to open it then and I rip into it, Fin is standing out of frame smiling down at me. I started reading the letter aloud and skimmed to the most important part,
"Congratulations Miss Wilson on your acceptance to University of Chicago." I read and it takes a minute for it to fully sink in. When it does I jump up and into Fin's arms shouting I got in many times- mainly to myself.
"Congratulation's kiddo, I'm so proud of you. Chicago here you come."
"Thank you dad, I'm so excited to start. I've got to tell the girls. I'll speak to you later." I excitedly rush out. He says goodbye and say that we are celebrating when I come up next month. Hanging up I go to the group chat and start a group call with the girls. Like I did with my dad I yelled rather excitedly that I got in.
Although I didn't get the same reaction, they both seemed disappointed which confused me as they wanted this for me as much as the did.
"I thought we were waiting so we could do it together." Jules states.
"Did we? I'm sorry I got it and just wanted to open with Fin." I explain.
"You wanted to open yours, we've both had ours for a few days and haven't opened it yet." Taylor snaps.
"Open yours now then, at least we are together over the phone." There was a pause and shuffling of paper before I heard anything off either of the girls.
"I got in." Jules says.
"I didn't." Taylor then says hanging up the call; I sent Taylor a message to see if she's okay. I did want to feel bad for Taylor but I was too excited for myself, University of Chicago had been a dream of mine for years and it was finally coming true.
"We should celebrate." I state.
"We already have food, what else do you want?" he asks.
"Cheap wine and sex with my boyfriend."
"I can do one not both."
"So no sex then." I joke.
"No wine." He mumbles bringing his face level to mine.
"It isn't a celebration without alcohol."
"It's Tuesday we can't get drunk on a school night." He reasons with a kiss.
"Who said anything about getting drunk, just two glasses." I try to negotiate.
"Two glasses really?"
"Yes, I promise."
"Am I going to win this argument?" he questions.
"no." I state placing a kiss on his lips, got to try sweeten the deal.
"Fine, I'll go the store. Anything else you want?"
"Skittles and chips." I say giving him another kiss before he leaves.
Whilst he is gone I make a little fort in the living room; I find some extra blankets shoved away in the back of his closet and add them to make it cosy. Bringing in wine glasses and plates I add the finishing touches just before he walked through the door. Fin didn't even question the fort he just threw me my sweats and puts the stuff he bought down. When both of us are changed into something cosier we make ourselves comfortable in the fort.
Rummaging through the bag of stuff Fin bought I find the wine at the bottom- he chose box wine which was just the definition of cheap wine. It took us both a few minutes of wrestling with the box before we managed to get a glass each. We did a little a cheers before drinking what I expect to be horrible tasting wine. The two of us took a sip and laughed about how this was definitely cheap wine, it was strong though so I would probably be drunk after the two glasses.
My assumption was correct as I started to feel tipsy halfway through my first glass and I'm sure Fin was feeling the same. He just started to laugh out of nowhere whilst pouring his second glass- his laughter set me off. It was hard trying pour my second glass but I did it and I was very proud.
"We should dance." I drunkenly suggest crawling out of the fort and grabbing my glass as I go. Moving over to the back of the living room I leaf through Fin's records and pick one I know we can dance to. It starts playing and that's what makes him excitedly jump up claiming, 'I love this song'. He's probably going to regret this tomorrow.
Our dancing isn't really dancing its more jumping up and down whilst trying not to spill the wine. Forgetting the two-drink promise, I top both our glasses up that only seem to make the situation worse. We had gone from jumping to slow dancing, it would have been romantic if weren't both drunk and stumbling around. It took one wrong move for both of us to trip and land on top of each other on the couch.
Being so close to each other triggered something in both of us as we both leaned into each other and planted a sloppy kiss on the others lip. Things escalated very quickly and we both were soon naked on the couch. Drunk sex isn't new to me but that doesn't mean it gets easier each time I do it. It was a lot of fumbling around and laughter but honestly it wasn't that bad; being drunk does not affect Fin's ability to please a women.
After our little moment on the couch we both stumble to the bedroom and just flop on to the bed. Which is where I wake up the next day naked and very confused. The only answer I had was the pounding headache I had and could only assume Fin had too. We were both woken up by Fin's alarm which neither of us were very happy to hear. From what I can remember we started drinking at half four and didn't crash until close to eleven- that's almost seven hours of straight drunk dumbness.
The day was hard to get through for the both of us and the whole time I was wishing I had actually stuck to the two-drink promise. Fin is who I really felt bad for though, he had to teach through his hangover; trying to teach kids whilst not being able think straight is not a good combination. He did blame all of last night on me as I was the one who said to get wine and the one who kept feeding him drinks. All we had from the night to help us remember what actually happened was some blurry pictures and videos.
I was also reminded when I wearily stumbled into school of Taylors bad news when she blankly asked why she wasn't hungover as she definitely deserved to get drunk more than I did. I did tell her that I do not wish this hangover on anyone which she took until she saw Fin come through the halls in the same way I did. She rolled her eyes and muttered of course as she walked. Fin was right no drinking on a school night.
