On Me (Matt Sturniolo)

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"And another one!"

God, if I had anymore alcohol my liver was going to melt inside of me.

"Rachel, I need to be getting home-"

"Nonsense!" She yelled over the music. "Where's your sense of fun?"

My sense of fun?

I'd been home for forty minutes before she dragged me out for what was meant to be celebratory drinks in the local bar, which turned into her pulling me into an Uber to more bars.

I was fucked.

I was jet lagged, hormonal and getting drunker by the second, all I wanted to do was go home.

My feet were killing me and I just wanted to curl up in bed with the TV on and a mug of hot chocolate.

"One more and then I'm going" I mumbled, watching her clap the bar counter excitedly. "I mean it, Rachel. One more"

"Oh, I love this song!" She yelled over the music. "Come dance with me"

I groaned, pulling at the glass of whatever she bought me from the bar, as the sound of Doja Cat blared through the speakers.

I loved this song too...and here I was swinging my glass and screaming the lyrics into Rachel's face as we danced like a pair of idiots.

I was aware of how Rachel was looking at me and I laughed because for once, even though I was tired, I was having fun.

I hadn't experienced this side of life before, not giving a fuck or having a care in the world as I danced and drank the night away.

I was probably acting like I was single, but in my head, I guess I was...I just didn't discuss it with the person I supposed to, yet.

"I need the toilet" I whined to her as the song finished and one of those songs came on that you couldn't sing or dance to. "Are you coming?"

"Of course!" She yelled back. "You're not going alone!"

I smiled, grabbing her hand with my spare one, dragging her through the groups on the dance floor.

I was a very nosy person, as we walked past, I looked the people's faces until I felt my phone vibrate in my bag.

I rummaged through my bag for it, thinking it was Matt, making me feel fuzzy inside.

"I thought you said you needed to pee?" Rachel asked as my eyes were glued to the screen. "Madison, what is it?"

I looked at her, before looking back down at my phone.

"Tell Matt you'll call him later, you're with me now-"

"It's not Matt"

"What?" She asked, turning my phone in her direction. "Then who-"

I stared at her, watching her reaction change very quickly.

"You can't be serious" she huffed, looking at me. "Madison, please tell me you can't be considering this-"

I looked down at the text, biting my lip.

"Hey, beautiful, I hope your flight was okay. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you got home, I got called into something. I'm down at Joe's with a table ready and waiting for you...dinner? See you in a few x"

"Madison, can I remind you that you packed his shit into trash bags a few hours ago?"

I was so conflicted

"You need to make up your mind" she continued and I looked at her, throwing my phone back in my bag.

"Jesus, Rachel. I'm curious"