We've run our course.

I shouldn't be doing this, but those last 3 shots are making it sound like the best idea i've ever had.

I get out of my car, staring at the white house I always seem to find myself back at. The brick path leading me to his door.

"fuck, what the hell am i doing" I whisper as I stumble to his door.

driving to his house under the influence might not have been the best idea but I made it didn't I? maybe along with a ticket in the mail later. I think ran a red light a few blocks away but shit, that's a later me's problem.

I knocked and waited, rocking left to right. Shit this was a bad idea but those eyes... oh and that hair.

"Rocky?" he said, i didn't hear the door open since i was distracted by that hair... omg that hair.

I could hear the smirk in my name but i couldn't muster up the courage to look.

"Hi Ramón" I always tried to say his name with an accent, finally staring him in the eye. He looked tired, his bright brown eyes seemed dim. It was like 12, maybe i woke him up.

"what are you doing here?" he opened the door wider taking a step outside, taking a look behind me. "did you drive here, you smell like alcohol?" he said as he took a step closer bending down to take a better smell i guess. I don't fucking know, all i could focus on is the intoxicating cologne I had become addicted to.

"no of course not" i snorted, rolling my eyes. He gave me a look then looked behind me seeing my car.

"omg rocky, what the fuck were you thinking?! Come in" he said, as he put his hand on my shoulder leading me inside. He closed the door behind us. I turned around still having no idea what the fuck I was doing here.

"take your jacket off, and i'll get you some water" I did as he said and he took my jacket and placed it on the coat hanger next to his door.

He led me to the kitchen. The island coming into view. A flash of memory of me gripping the island while being pushed further on it as Ramón pounded into me.

Oh my god, stop. I don't know why I came here but it was not for that.... i think. Maybe my subconscious was trying to tell me something.

I sat at the island watching as Ramon shift through the kitchen, filling a cup with ice and water. We locked eyes before he came and sat in front of me, placing the cup in front of me. I whispered a quick thank you as I placed the cup to my lips.

"soo like I said, whats are you doing here?" he asked again. he had a furrow in brows. Fuck. Was he mad? I wouldn't put it against him, he definitely had a reason to be. I led him on...

" um, I don't know, I was at tracy's and then I was here. I-" I didn't finish, I don't even know what to say.

" I thought we were done, i thought you rushing out of my house at 2 am was you establishing that" he said with no emotion. Staring me in the eyes, which made me very nervous.

" I don't know Ramón! I just missed you I guess" i reached for his hand which was placed not to far from me on the table. My small hand barely wrapping around his knuckles. He tensed to my touch. I let go. I hurt him and I can't just act like I didn't

" We'll you had your chance when I fucking asked you to be boyfriend and you RAN away" he said emphasizing the 'ran'

"i know but-"
"but nothing. You can sleep on the couch. I'm not gonna let you drive home. How much have you had anyway?" he said getting up and walking towards the closet where he kept the extra blankets.

" not that much" I lied. I'm to embarrassed to stay.

" you're not driving home Rocky" he left no room for argument. I sighed and just nodded.

"ok, thank you" he just hummed, throwing a blanket and a pillow onto the couch.

" I have work in the morning so I'll be up early" he said not really knowing what else to say"

"ok"

"ok"

"goodnight rocky"

"goodnight" i said but he was already turning off the light and walking away.

ok then...