Fool.

8: hangover

I woke up with Wyatt's hands on my bum. he was still sound asleep, drooling on the blanket. i sat up and looked around.  my head throbbed and my mouth was sour with the taste of alcohol. i picked up my phone and checked the time... 11:30 p.m. i lied back down next to Wyatt in the position i woke up from. i moved his hands to my waist. "good morning, love." Wyatt said without opening his eyes. "morning." we lied there for  minute more til i heard his stomach growl. we picked everything up and headed back to the car.

we stopped by a starbucks and got some food and coffee. we listened to the 1975 on our way back to my house. he pulled up in my drive way.

"i had a wonderful time." i said unbuckling my seat belt. "do you mind if i stay here for a while? i'm suffering a terrible hangover  and I may be tempted to get more booze and get a DUI." Wyatt rested his head on my shoulder "pleeeeease." I gave in and we walked inside.

"nice place." Wyatt looked around at the family photos hanging up. "you have a big family!" he was looking at the wall of children my parents had gave homes to. they took pictures of them then hang them up to let them know what a good think they're doing. "no, silly. those are the kids they saved." he looked around some more. "why aren't there any photos of you with them?" he asked. "they're never around." I said and took a seat on the couch. "that's fucked up" Wyatt plopped down next to me.

we cuddled some more and feel asleep watching Don't Bother To Knock, a Monroe black and white movie. Wyatt woke up at 9:30.

Wyatt started to play with my hair. I woke up eventually. "how long have you been up?" I asked in a sleepy tone. "eh, about 15 minutes. I didn't want to wake you... you looked so peaceful." Wyatt had made about 20 tiny braids in my hair.

we made some pizza rolls for dinner. "well, baby. I had a wonderful time spending these two days with you. seems like I've known you for a while. I should get going n--" I cut him off like he dose with me "you can stay the night...if you'd like. ya know... since it's so late...but don't feel obligated to. I don't want you to get a ticket or anything. just want to make sure you're completely sob--" "alright, alright. i'll stay" he chuckled and set his jacket in a chair. i'm glad he didn't leave...I really wanted him to stay forever in all honesty. I felt my phone vibrate. It was a message from Skyler.

Skyler : Jesus you're finally home.

me: ya, haha.

Skyler: why is his car still parked in your drive way?

me: well....he's staying the night.

Skyler: fuck his brains out.

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BTW: whenever the letters aren't capitalized after a period... that means i'm typing on my laptop. I'm  to lazy to go back through everything to fix it.