𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫? - 𝐓𝐌𝐑 𝐀𝐔, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

003 - drunk confessions

I've had way too much alcohol.

My vision is slightly blurry and I can no longer walk in a straight line. My words are slurred and I can't even control them anymore. My hangover tomorrow is going to suck.

I lie down on the grass, Braedyn next to me.

We both have been drinking the vodka, and I think we equally had half each.

We're silent until he suddenly blurts out, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"No," I admit. "I haven't. Have you?"

"Nah," he tells me. "I don't think I'm into girls. Well, I haven't been into any before."

"Are you into guys, then?" I question, curiosity filling my thoughts.

"I don't know." He rolls over to face me. "Are you into guys?"

"Yeah." I nod. "I've liked them before, but I never have the confidence to ask them out."

"Oh," he responds. "What's it like having a crush on someone?"

"It's interesting," I tell him. "I don't know how to explain the feeling. Excitement? Fear? Anxiety, Happiness? I don't know."

"Oh," he repeats. "What are your hobbies?"

"Alcohol," I answer as a joke, and luckily it makes him chuckle. "Kidding. I've only had alcohol a few times before in my life, and this is the first time I've actually gotten drunk."

"I love alcohol." Braedyn smiles. "My hobbies are playing the guitar, but it hurts my hand. I play soccer, but I'm not that good at it. I party, but normally my friends ditch me. Not these friends. My home friends. These friends are nice. My holiday friends."

I nod.

What the hell did he just say? I have no idea.

"I play the piano," I tell him. "I like flowers, so I do some gardening. In my old town I had no friends, so I had to keep myself busy. I've never played the guitar, is it fun?"

I was friends with two people. Then I moved away.

This time, it's his turn to nod. I don't think he knows what I said.

Braedyn doesn't speak, so I add, "I also have panic attacks. And hallucinations. Are those hobbies?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. I've never had hallucinations, but I have panic attacks. I also used to be a drug addict, but I got myself out of that stage."

"That's good," I say, then add, "I think."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Once again, silence consumes our words.

"Hey, drunkies." Someone walks over to us and sits down on the bench. His face is blurred, so I'm not too sure who he is. "What are you talking about?"

"Hallucinations," Braedyn and I speak in unison. "And drugs."

"Nice." The random boy's head moves in a way that I think makes him nod. "Are you guys going to make out after this?"

"What?" Braedyn asks, loud enough so my head starts throbbing "I don't... we weren't... we're just friends!"

"Sure." The boy nods again, his lips morphing into a funny shape. "I'll leave you guys to flirt in peace."

When he walks off, I speak to Braedyn. "He doesn't get it. It's okay, though. I don't like you in that way either."

"Good." Braedyn gives me a smile. "Are you a cat person or a dog person?"

"Cat for sure," I answer. "What about you?"

"Dog," he says. "Summer or winter?"

"Summer. I like swimming."

"I do as well, but I like winter more."

"Winter is too cold."

"I like the cold."

"Do you act cold?"

"Sometimes."

We both start laughing. It's fun. It's fun to have someone who wants to be your friend. And now I think I can say that Braedyn is my friend.

"I'd rather pizza than burgers," I blurt out.

"Same. Pizza has more variety," Braedyn agrees.

Variety? What does that mean? Maybe I know, but I'm too drunk to remember.

"What does variety mean?" I ask, speaking my thoughts aloud.

Braedyn shrugs. "I don't know the definition, but my argument is that pizza has more options."

"We're arguing?" I say, fear creeping into my voice. "Since when were we arguing?"

"We aren't," he confirms. An exhale of relief escapes me as he speaks again. "It's a figure of speech."

"Oh. I'm too drunk to understand."

"That's relatable," he says. "Do you want to take a picture?"

"Sure." I nod, sitting up.

My head throbs, but I see him take his phone out and take a picture. We both use one hand to cover our faces, and his hand shakes enough to make the picture slightly blurry.

"Can I post this on my instagram?" Braedyn asks me, showing me the photo. I can't make it out, but I think it looks fine. You can't even see our faces.

"What will you caption it?" I question.

"My new best friend," he tells me. "Is that good?"

"Yup." I nod. "That's good."

His thumb taps his screen a couple of times, and then he says, "Posted."

"Okay." I take my phone out. "What's your number?"

"I don't know." Braedyn shrugs. "I can type it in."

I nod, passing my phone to him. He types a few numbers in before handing it back to me.

"Thanks," I say.

"No problem."

I click on his text messages and start typing. I don't even know what I say, but I still send it.

Bradun

1:19 am today

You

hetuy

alkahol

I lik vodca

Bradun yu col

Bradun

What?

I can stil tipe haha

You

Hahahsasl

Poo

With that text message, he giggles. A giggle that one would assume comes from a girl, but it comes from him.

"My head hurts," I state, rubbing my head. "Does yours hurt as well?"

"Yeah," he says. "Ow. We should get someone to come save us."

My eyes widen and my jaw drops. "Are we gonna die?"

Braedyn nods. "Yup. Help us!"

"Help!"

"We need to be saved!"

"We're gonna die!"

"Ahh!"

Hearing the groans of our friends, we start laughing.

"We should get them back to camp," Sonya says from a distance. "They'll get such bad hangovers."

"Yeah," Minho agrees, nodding. "I'll take Braedyn, you take Whitley."

"Okay," Sonya responds, standing up.

They both start heading over towards Braedyn and I. I open my mouth to complain, but I'm stopped by dots appearing in front of my vision.

"Huh," I mutter, then everything goes black.