K. // Quackity x OC

ten || hangovers and unclear feelings

|| Echo's perspective ||

"Ugh," I grumbled, rolling over and hitting snooze on my 10 am alarm. My headache was pounding so loud I could barely hear myself think. I sat up and grabbed the glass of water and Advil I thankfully say out the night before and popped it in my mouth, then washed it down. I scratched its way down my morning throat, making my eyes water. I plopped back down and tried to focus on the events last night. It was pretty foggy, all I could remember was getting there and seeing Kara, then ordering my first drink, then my second, and then.. no yeah that's all I remember. For all I know I could've danced on the table, stolen a random guy's drink, or like, professed my middle school undying love for Dan and Phil or something, I don't know.

I rubbed my head and went through the memories a few more times, then new memories started to flood back.

I remember Karl being off doing god knows what. Then I ordered another drink, and then Alex came and took it from me.

I covered my eyes with my hand, trying to force out more memories.

I remember Alex then saying that I could have the drink if it was my last one. And soon after I started to feel super sick. I also remember saying he had a really pretty smile at one point, but I don't even want to think about that, and the fact he's never gonna let me get over it.

C'mon, I thought, what happened next?

Then I remember Alex helping me to the bathroom and... I threw up. Jesus Christ. He's never gonna let me live that down.

Then I leaned into him, and he was being really nice, and comforting.

Ah shit, now I remember. There was a nagging sense that I was missing something important. Like I was missing something big.

I closed my eyes and tried to relive the memory.

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The feeling I've grown familiar with swells in my chest when I look at his face, taking in every feature like it will disappear. The feeling I always feel when I see him. Ever since the first time I met him, to the days we've spent together since then.

Well shit, I thought, I love this motherfucker.

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Dear lord. I resisted the urge to sink completely through the bed and into the ground. Do I still feel that way? I pondered, do I love him? I never really considered the possibility until last night. I mean we've been friends for so long, I couldn't imagine ever ruining something like that with something as big as feelings getting in the way.

It was probably just the alcohol getting too far into my head. But the feelings I felt were so strong, like they were actually there. It felt right, and I can't tell if it still does. I've always considered that lingering feeling appreciation for him, maybe just gratefulness. But not love. Definitely not love. I'm 99.9% sure that he wouldn't feel the same way, and if I ever even consider the possibility, It'd just be too weird. Plus he's probably too busy to juggle school, AND a girlfriend at the same time. So I'll just do what's best for everyone and just ignore it. For now.

I ignored the aching feeling in my stomach, I couldn't tell if it was from the hangover or something else.

I got up to brush my teeth, still tasting the disgusting liquor in my gums.