Last time I saw you...

Chapter 4 - Alcohol

After hours of talking, they are all still going at it. Although right now they are surely all very.... very drunk. Let's just say that Logan doesn't normally dance like how he is right now. He even went out of his way to name it the Logan dance that will conqueror all type of dances of the world. When Logan starts saying things and doings things that make less and less sense, you know it's over for him and it might also be for everyone else in the room. Soon enough it will start showing for everyone.

As of right now, it's probably around 3 in the morning and Logan, Connor, Jin-Woo and Norah are all passed out, sleeping peacefully in Logan's room all cuddled up together. As for Autumn, Sora and Dal they all turned out for the night, sleeping in the guest rooms.

Logan has quite the house for a young man like him, who lives alone and doesn't do much in his life. He does have a job, but he rarely attends his workplace. It might be due to the fact that he's the CEO of his company or he just doesn't care and has no motivation or interest to go to work. (I might say it's probably due to his personality). (And yes, Logan is the CEO of a company, in fact, Zahir works for him and now Marco does too.)

Usually when all the friends gather and end up staying the night, Autumn and Zahir have their own rooms because they visit quite often. (We could say they practically live there). Sora, Norah, and Robin share a room. Dal and Quentin share another and Jin-Woo and Connor share the last one.

As most of the friends are now sleeping, the only ones left awake are Marco, Robin, Zahir and Quentin. They are still in the living room, sitting on the couch and having a nice little conversion. Although, they are talking all clumsily except for Robin. They are very drunk by now. Marco is sitting beside Zahir and he's trying to talk but he's stuttering at almost every word he's trying to say. They are now reminiscing on the past when they went to the movie theatre to watch the new release of a Marvel movie.

"Re..member when we... we went to...to the...the movies to watch that new... huh new Marvel movie", stuttered Marco.

"Oh yes that was one of the best experiences we've ever had at the movies", laughed Quentin looking directly at Zahir.

"I will say I've never laughed so much as I did that time", continued Robin.

"Oh, wow that's unexpected coming from you, Robin", added Quentin.

"Yeah.... yeah, Zahir ended up *hic* chocking on some popcorn, said Marco, pointing with an accusing finger to Zahir chest and looking deeply into his eyes.

Zahir's checks reddened by that sudden action and by instinct he pushed Marco's hand away from him.

"I just got too greedy and decided to eat a handful all at once", retorted Zahir still very red.

"Yeah, well that was...was *hic* a stupid thing to do you... you moron", continued Marco still facing Zahir.

"Then everyone in the theatre turned around to look at the commotion. You were so noisy and choking for real. I thought you were faking to annoy Marco. We had to do first aid in front of all these eyes", added Quentin laughing along with Robin and Marco at that embarrassing memory.

"Well as you all can see I was fine and we finished the movie with no one getting to the hospital", shot back Zahir embarrassed.

"If it wasn't for Dal, we...we would have ended up *hic* going to the hospital idiot", answered back Marco laughing teasingly.

"Why are you name insulting me like that idiot? I should be insulting you; you are completely drunk and such a light weight (As you can tell, Marco is a very touchy one once he's drunk). I saw you; you barely drank compared to us and you have it worse than us", responded Zahir with a smug smile plastered on his face.

"Am not", said Marco leaning close to Zahir and pointed his finger and attempted to touch his chest but faltered and touched his collarbone. Zahir flinched at the sudden skin to skin contact and electricity ran through his body.

Marco moved his finger away, but Zahir can still feel the hot sting from his finger still on his collarbone.

Zahir thought that Marco was going to leave but the next thing he knew, Marco is leaning even closer to him. As Marco was leaning in, he placed his hand on top of Zahir's and by now he was as still as a stick. The pressure of Marco's hand on his wasn't making anything easier for Zahir. He was so red; he didn't know what to do but to wait and see what would happen next. Then Marco dropped his head on Zahir's shoulder and passed out. Zahir was a mess. Face red up till his ears, his heart was beating so fast that it messed his breathing up and he was feeling very hot.

Zahir looked towards Robin and Quentin because he wanted some help. He saw that they were already up and walking away.

"Hey guys come help me please. This is not what I was expecting to happen right now", whispered Zahir to not wake Marco up.

"I think you are completely fine Zahir; we'll see you in the morning", answered Robin teasingly and Quentin was giggling right beside her to not make too much noise.

"Hey guys, please I can't stay like this much longer", said Zahir calmly and then he grunted but his friends already left the room.

'This can't be happening. I don't think my heart can handle this right now. Why am I panicking this much. This is ridiculous and I can't stop looking at his face. He's cute when he's sleeping, he seems so peaceful. What did I just say... I didn't just think that he was cute, no not at all. I don't feel anything for this idiot, yet my is heart is telling me otherwise. Shit what should I do, I'm so screwed. Why did it have to be like this. Do I actually have feelings for him, shit, shit, shit, shit. Of course, I have, I have been for years now. Fuck, I'm so screwed.' His thoughts were all so messed up, he didn't know how to think or feel.

Zahir turned his face again, still very very red and he unconsciously softly moved a strand of blond silky hair that was covering Marco's face. 'His hair is so soft, I always thought it would feel velvety like this. He hasn't changed, he still takes good care of it.' Zahir has no idea were all these thoughts were coming from, but he doesn't mind it at all.

Again, moving unconsciously, Zahir took Marco's hand in his and held it tight and rested it on his lap. He took one last glance at Marco's face and saw that his checks were red probably because of the alcohol and he grinned like a fool. He giggled a little and thought 'I'm so screwed, I would like to blame it on the alcohol, but I know it's not that. I can hold my liquor just fine', Zahir thought again, as he placed his head lightly on top of Marco's and closed his eyes. He fell into a peaceful slumber, and he wished that this moment could last forever or that it could be their reality.

Marco opened his blue eyes, and he couldn't imagine what just happened. Zahir was now completely asleep, and Marco didn't even care, he liked it. 'He probably thought that I was already asleep. I was just resting with my eyes closed. Stupid, you said all of this out loud without realizing it. I wasn't, I witnessed everything, and you said all of this, and the worst thing is that I don't mind it at all', Marco thought to himself, face all flustered. He closed his eyes once more and squeezed Zahir's hand tightly. Marco let his slumber catch up to him and they both slept in the living room couch with the moonlight shining on them. They will deal with whatever this is tomorrow and let this comfortable feeling sink in for now.