about you | c.c & k.m

three

Present time
Indianapolis

I was very much hungover. To no one's surprise.

Caitlin and I drank way too much. But like, way too much. Especially for someone who has a game in two days. And that's not me, just to clarify.

I stretched out on Caitlin's bed but quickly pulled the blankets back over myself, not ready to move yet. Last night, Caitlin insisted that I take her bed while she slept on the couch, even though I told her the couch was fine for me. Honestly, I assumed we would sleep together, and Caitlin probably thought the same but didn’t say anything. She mentioned she hadn’t had time to prepare the guest room, and we were both too drunk to even put blankets over the bed, so we’d fix that today to make me comfortable for the next few days I’d be staying here.

The night’s verdict was me on Caitlin's bed and Caitlin on the couch. So around 4 a.m., I headed to bed—not sure how—and Caitlin stumbled to her sofa.

"Good morning, little sunshine," Caitlin said in a raspy voice, entering her room.

I mumbled a greeting against the pillow, incapable of doing more.

"Are you still drunk? 'Cause I am," she said, making her way to the bed and laying on her stomach right next to me. "Oh my God, I missed you so much."

"Me?" I opened one eye to see Caitlin getting comfortable on her bed with her eyes closed.

"No, my bed," she opened her eyes, and we were facing each other. "I'm getting a new couch. How can a sofa be so uncomfortable?"

"Does your body hurt?"

"A little. I think I’m used to this bed. It's orthopedic, you know?" She mentioned in her signature cocky tone.

"I could tell. I slept like a baby," and it was true. "The orthopedic bed couldn’t prevent the hangover, though," I said, making Cait smile.

"I feel like shit," she stated.

"Yeah, me too."

We locked eyes for a minute, both too tired and sleepy to look away.

"What time is it?" I asked, still facing her and slowly getting sleepy just by watching her blink.

"10 a.m. when I came in," her voice sounding relaxed and paused.

"We should sleep a little longer," I suggested, closing my eyes just to rest them.

"But I was supposed to show you around today," Caitlin said, and I opened my eyes just a little to see her with her eyes fully shut.

I closed mine again and covered myself properly with the bed cover. "You can take me out and show me around tonight. It’ll be way more fun."

"Okay, but I’m not drinking again. I have a game tomorrow," Caitlin said, still with closed eyes. "And set an alarm so we won't sleep too late. And we are going to have breakfast no matter what hour it is. It’s the most important meal of the day," she is the only person who can talk so properly while being more asleep than awake.

"Yeah, whatever you say," I felt my eyes tired and heavy. "Let’s sleep, baby," I said, and with my eyes closed, I helped Caitlin get more comfortable under the covers. I didn’t have the strength to move my arm, so I just let it rest on top of the covers over Caitlin's back.

"Let's sleep, baby," she copied my words in a sleepy tone as we both fell asleep again.

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"Coffee or tea?" Caitlin asked, moving around the kitchen.

"Um... coffee, I still need to wake up."

It's currently 12:30 p.m., and I'm sitting at Caitlin's kitchen island, still half-asleep. We only slept for two—much-needed—hours. Now we are getting breakfast because not having breakfast and waiting until lunch is for losers. Caitlin's words, not mine.