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Lando woke up with a mind-numbing headache and an uncomfortable amount of light. He blinked his eyes open, expecting to see the familiar walls of his bedroom, only to realize that he had fallen asleep on his couch instead, the light trickling in through the windows. He groaned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. He caught sight of the half-empty bottle of vodka, and the concerningly empty bottle of whiskey, a dangerous combination he knew he was feeling now.

He looked around, trying to piece together what had happened the night before when he caught sight of a messy handwritten note on the coffee table.

Hy mate woke up early and threw up in ur bath called my sis to get m, did my best not to wake you text f he respond - O

Lando blinked, memories flooding back into his mind, and suddenly found himself scrambling to find his phone.

He noted the lack of replies on his screen, sighing in relief that maybe he hadn't seen it. He opened his contacts, and sure enough there it was at the top.

Carlitos

Lando looked at it for a moment before taking a deep breath and clicking on the contact.

Lando's eyes widened, and his breath hitched.

He wanted to throw his phone. He wanted to cry. He wanted to throw up, and not from the alcohol. The whole thing made him feel suddenly very sober. He glanced down at the phone again, trying to will the words away from existence, but there they sat, permanent and screaming.

I love you.

___________________

Oscar groaned, annoyed at being awoken by his ringtone's horrifically loud and insistent buzzing. He felt around blindly in the dark, eventually finding it shoved beneath his pillow. He answered it without looking and regretted it immediately.

"OSCAR WHAT THE FUCK DID WE DO!"

Oscar recoiled, falling almost completely off his bed in the process, mind spinning, and eyes blurring as they adjusted to the light from his phone screen."Eh, Lando, what? Why are you yelling? Are you okay?" Oscar rubbed at his face, nausea overcoming him as he sat up.

"Am I okay? AM I OKAY? NO, I AM NOT OKAY! YOU MADE ME FUCKING TEXT HIM!"

Oscar's mind was spinning, trying to remember, his brain slowly piecing things together, "Wha? Oh... oh yeah I remember... yeah Carlos I told you to text him, ask him to play golf or something right? What happened?"

"Uh, no. That is not what you told me. At least not what you told drunk me! I fucking told him I love him!"

Oscar's eyes widened, "Mate are you serious?"

"Of course, I'm fucking serious! Why else would I be calling you at six in the bloody morning?!"

Oscar rubbed at his face, "Alright, yeah, okay, okay. Did he say anything? Can you tell if he's seen it?"

"No, he hasn't but I probably wouldn't say anything either! God this is fucking awful, he's never gonna talk to me again."

Oscar sighed, putting Lando on speaker, "Okay, okay, yeah that's not how we wanted to go about it, but think of it this way at least now it's out there in..."

Lando was silent on the other end, "Uh, it's out in what?... Oscar?!"

"Shit."

"Dude! Don't fucking say that! Not when I'm panicking here!"

Oscar stared at the message that appeared at the top of his screen, mind seemingly going blank while also spinning with every possibility.

To: Lo :)