Declan's POV
"You can leave him here." I hear Obie say.
Feeling my body hit the couch a little too hard I let out a small groan.
"He's fine." Obie chuckles.
"Yeah, I guess you'll see in the morning...Have fun with that." I hear her voice with slight sarcasm in her tone.
"How long you've been back here?" she questions.
"About twenty minutes, so perfect timing I guess." Obie answers.
"Yeah, perfect." I know she's running a hand through her hair right now.
"I'm gonna head out Obs." She speaks.
"I'll walk you out." Obie says.
I hear their footsteps get further and further away.
Fuck.
My head feels so heavy right now.
I try to lift my head up to see my surroundings but that ends up hurting too much so my head meets the couch again with a loud thump.
Eyes slowly drifting off.
And as they close one thought remains.. why didn't she stay?
A loud groan leaves my mouth as my eyes blink open.
God, What time is it?
"Someone's up!" Obie snickers, not giving me anytime to fully adjust to my surroundings.
"What time is it?" I groan out, running a hand through my hair.
"About 11 am." He grins from his seat across the room on the bar stool drinking a glass of OJ.
"I left some pills and water to the right of you." He announces.
My eyes move to the right of me at the little coffee table.
"Thanks." I mutter as I take the pills, gulping them down with some water.
"How was your night?" Obie grins from behind his cup.
"It was go-" I pause as I remember what happened.
"Fuck." I groan.
"Yeah." Obie lets out a laugh.
"She brought me home?" I question wanting confirmation on my memory.
"She did." Obie confirms with a nod of his head.
"Fuck!" I groan again.
"How many times can one say fuck without it getting weird?" Obie wanders out loud.
"Shut up." I glare at him as he laughs at my state.
How could I have done this.
Willow struggled with alcohol and for me to get flat-out drunk in front of her.
That was incredibly selfish of me.
It's one thing to get drunk in front of her but a whole other for me to get so drunk that she had to take me home.
I screwed up so bad.
It's just she mentioned Montana coming to her studio wanting a piece for her apartment when she had promised me that we would start looking for places together.
It made me question if she was backing out on me again.
And instead of talking to her or texting her like a mature person I got drunk.
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Devils and Angels (GG Reboot)
Teen FictionWillow Bass is what you would call the classic "it girl." She's got friends, money, and opportunity. Everyone wants to be her. Living the life she lives sounds easy but is it really? You'll just have to find out. XOXO Gossip Girl
