Among Us (boyxboy) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 9 - Induction Mess

Two hours after him explaining how I had been too drunk to do anything, how he hadn’t wanted to let me go home in the state I’d been in and how he’d ended up bringing me here, all while I was getting off the floor, I was now sitting on his kitchen table, sipping tea.

What I still couldn’t understand was why he’d let me sleep on the kitchen floor. Normally, you’d offer the couch, or at least carpeted ground. I hadn’t dared to ask him yet but it was bugging me far too much to let it go.

“Why did you leave me to sleep in the kitchen?” I blurted out. He raised his eyes, that had been immersed in reading the paper up until now, and looked at me for a few seconds.

“Who said I wasn’t with you all night?” He grinned at his own poor joke. I, on the other hand, blushed a furious red. It was bad enough that I could barely remember what had happened yesterday, because after that one chat with the barkeeper everything was blank. I remember declining Matthew the dancing he was asking for, in turn watching him with other people, but after all the shots and drinks I’d had, there really wasn’t anything after the suggestive wink of that barkeeper.

“Jokes aside, I actually wanted to get you to the couch at least, but you insisted on staying in the kitchen.” He shrugged.

“Well, I was drunk so you could have just forced me to go. I know I’m not very much there when I’m drunk enough.” I hated saying that about myself but it was true. Every time I was drunk, I’d literally become really clueless. I would agree to almost anything, not comprehend simple sentences. In short, I was so gullible.

“Not really, no. You clung to my leg at one point, begging me not to make you sleep on the couch because you wanted to stay in the kitchen so badly. And when I tried to drag you, you hid under the table and wrapped your limbs around the table legs.” I ground. How had I managed to embarrass myself so much in a matter of mere hours? And he was calmly sitting across from me, sipping on his tea now and again, explaining how much of a fool I had made of myself.

And just days ago I was so determined to behave well.

The blush wouldn’t leave my cheeks at all, so I looked down. I was so immensely embarrassed, it was horrifying.

“Did I... puke?” That would just top everything off. Because most people don’t make it to the toilet in time and I was usually part of ‘most people’.

“No. At least not that I know.” I sighed. At least that much. And I wasn’t feeling as bad as I thought I would. There was the headache of course, but that was much better already.

Twenty minutes later I was out the door and on my way home. It had been far too mortifying to stay, at least on my part. I actually suspected that Matthew was enjoying himself far too much. I sighed. This was going downhill very fast. I was amazed at how he tolerated my behavior.

I decided to call Oliver, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing to talk to him about this, whatever this was anyway.

After I dialed, I waited a couple rings and suddenly got a really bad feeling. What if he didn’t pick up again because he was in such a bad shape? Would it end up like last time where he had to call me back just to assure me he was doing okay? The feeling suddenly turned into an irrational fear of knowing what was going on and at the same time not knowing. The fact that I knew of the situation was making me go crazy and feel guilty about wanting to complain about my problems I wasn’t even sure were problems at all. And not knowing when exactly and what exactly was happening made me feel even more useless. So by calling I would figure out how he was and then I knew. Then I knew exactly, or as exactly as he was willing to tell me, what was going on and not doing anything only fueled this angry blob building in my chest.