It's only us. (ON HOLD)

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i woke up in my apartment with a splitting headache, and my feet propped up on the couch. bryn, sat besides me as he had a bottle of water and toast besides him.

"what happened?" i asked. i looked at bryn as i could tell he was suppressing a smile. "niara, you passed out drunk last night and a guy came and brought you home."

my face fell as i slapped myself in the head," how embarrassing.."

"yea, well, next time lets not get shit drunk without any food in our stomach idiot."

"i guess" i muttered. i turned over and faced the wall as i felt sick to my stomach at the idea that i embarrassed myself like that in front of people. this hasn't ever happened before which made me feel even worse. how embarassing.

"if it makes you feel any better, the guy stayed here until the sun came up." bryn said with a smile," so i mean, it couldn't have been too terrible."

"yea well, you pass out in front of people like a dumbass and then get brought home like a rag doll."

he laughed at me before he rolled his eyes," shut up and eat niara, you've got work soon."

"yea, thanks."

-

i bid bryn off with a farewell as i left the house. i figured he was upset as his attention was caught on his phone before i walked into the room, but quickly he dishevels the feeling away when he sees me.

i hope he talks to me about it later. but i wont force him.

i started the drive to the hospital as i dreaded showing my face after what i would call my "oscar winning performance" at the bar. i was so mortified but you couldn't tell by how drunk i was.

"but who took me home?" i asked aloud, concerned about who the said man was and if it was someone i didn't want it to be.

what happened?

did something happen?

maybe i'm overthinking this...

could be.

whatever don't think about it, it's not important.

skidding into the parking lot i realized the coffee i did plan to bring into work was "sitting on the counter" i mumbled rubbing my temples.

i banged my head against my palms as i began to become frustrated with my sudden realization, "i have no coffee, and i have a hangover? literally i'm dreading today." i said aloud.

i lugged myself out of my car before i walked inside and clocked in, getting ready for the hell of a day.

my phone vibrated in my pocket as i pulled it out, looking for the notification.

"hey babe, just saw you checked in, there's a celsius in the fridge for you, with a sticky note on it! peach mango. love you, i'll be training a newbie today. take it easy!" -grace.

"what did i do to deserve you.." i typed," literally a lifesaver, i love you." i responded.

she loved my message before i shoved my phone in my pocket and walked into the break room. i walked happily to the fridge before i opened it up, to see no celsius at all.

"uh.." i said aloud," what the hell?"

the door opened and the sounds of footsteps emerged from behind me,"ah niara, you're here, are you feeling better?" diego asked, taking a sip from his drink.

"yea i was until someone drank my fucking celsius." i muttered.

"that sucks, there was one in the fridge but no name was on it, so i drank it." he said, turning away from me.