What We Could Have Been

8 } . "Do you remember"

Dristan Zaffre

"Blair? Blair, wake up." I shake her shoulders, trying to wake up, but she's just lying there covering her eyes from my bedroom light. "Your mom's been calling, Blair, wake up."

"Answer it."

"I can't answer your phone."

"Why not?" The phone starts ringing again on the bedside table. "Pick up the phone."

"Fine." I accept the call, and Blair's mother is instantly talking on the other end.

"Hello? Blair, are you there?"

"It's Dristan ma'am."

"What? Where's Blair?"

"She's right here. She's asleep right now, and she won't wake up."

"God, do you want me to come and get her?"

"No that's okay. I'll drop her home when she wakes up."

"Okay. Thank you, Dristan. I'll see you soon."

"See you soon." I turn off Blair's phone and continue to shake her. "Blair, get the fuck up."

"Fine." After all of my nagging, she finally sits up. She's still naked from a couple hours ago, but the blanket covers her bottom half and seeing her tits make me go semi-hard. Her ginger hair is a mess, it's all knotted and out of place. Her eyes are droopy with sleep, and her posture is the worst I've ever seen it.

"Come on." I pull her by her hands to sit her on the edge of the bed as I find her clothes in the hallway. I fit her feet through her panties one at a time, and then pull her shorts up her smooth legs. Next I find her tank top and pull it over her head and her arms. Earlier I didn't even realise she didn't have a bra on.

Her socks are on the hallway floor, so I pick them up and slide her feet into them one after the other gently, and then I find a hairbrush in the bathroom for her hair.

"Hold still, okay?"

"Mhm." I gather all of her hair and start brushing the ends softly. After unknotting the ends of Blair's hair, I start brushing from top to bottom until the brush glides through her hair without resistance.

"Alright, come on. Let's get you home." I pick her up bridal-style, grab both our phones and when I get to the living room, I bend down to pick up her shoes with one hand and grab my car keys with the other, all while still carrying Blair. It's a good job she's light.

*

Driving to Blair's house was a mission. Her head kept falling to the side and hitting the window whenever I drove over a speed bump, and then her seat belt was tight over her throat, so I had to loosen it and tuck it underneath the hood of the hoodie I put on her before I started driving.

I pull up outside of her house, park on the driveway and get out. I walk round to the passenger side and undo Blair's seatbelt, causing her to flop into my arms.

Once she's in my arms, I knock the door with the heel of my foot and wait on the doorstep for one of her mother's to open the door.