~Ian~
I slowly wake up, a groan erupting from my lips due to the massive pain in my head. Jeez...How much did I drink last night? I have no clu-Wait a second...I feel arms wrapped around me, and a chest underneath me. Oh shit...Did I "do something" with someone last night? My eyes flutter open, as I realize my head is buried in that same person's shoulder. Wait... the way this person is built...their arms...I know who it is. "Ian? You awake?" Anthony says, making my head pound. Fucking hell my head hurts. "Can you talk a little bit quieter please...?" I groan softly, rubbing my forehead. "Oops...sorry..." Anthony whispers "Do you want me to get you some advil?" "Yes please..." I sigh, rolling off of him as he gets up..Oh shit, did I do something with him last night? Please please please tell me I didn't...I sit up as Anthony starts lazily walking to the medicine cupboard. God...Why can't I remember what happened last night? Sure, I can remember bits and pieces. I remember Mari having an idea for "Spin the Bottle" and I definitely remember the guy who liked my ass. I'll just ask Anthony...Speaking of Anthony...Why did I wake up cuddling him? I mean, my clothes are on so that's a good sign. "Anthony?" I call out, in a groggy voice. "Yeah Ian?" He responds, grabbing the advil, before getting a glass of water. "W-What happened last night?" I question, doing my best to ignore how awful I feel.
~Anthony~
Shitty shit shit shit shit. I can't tell him half of the stuff that happened last night...I'll just tell him bits and pieces, and just hope that he doesn't remember the rest. "Well, basically, there was this...person...who kept buying you drinks, and you didn't want to hurt his feelings so you drank the-" "Softer, softer please..." Ian interrupts. Oh shit, I forgot....Poor guy..."Sorry, sorry," I apologize in a softer voice. Ian moves to the edge of the bed, still rubbing his the bridge of his nose. "Anyways, you kept drinking what he bought you because you couldn't say no to them. You got drunk, and started acting...weird. A few of them were drunk and the rest were tipsy, including me." I sit down on the edge of the bed, handing the advil and water to Ian. "Thanks." Ian takes the advil, washing it down with the water. "Eventually I took you back here, since it was the closest. I told you to go to bed, but you refused to unless I cuddled with you. That's about the gist of it," I finish, forcing a little chuckle. That sounded more nervous than I was hoping it would come out... "Wait...the guy you were talking about...I remember that part..." Ian starts digging into his pocket, finding a rolled piece of paper. "He was flirting with me, I remember that." Ian rolls out the paper, discovering the guy's phone number. I need to do something...I want to end up with Ian. It could happen...I just need to do something! "Hey, can I see that?" "Sure," Ian hands me the phone number. My instincts take over and I immediately rip it into shreds. Ian gives me a questioning look. "Can't have someone replace me as your best friend," I laugh nervously. Ian gives me a soft smile. "You don't make sense to me, but that's okay," He giggles, resting his head on my shoulder. That was close...
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For the rest of the morning, I took care of Ian. You know, the usual. Getting him water, providing blankets, stuff like that. Slowly throughout the day, Ian started to feel better. He's been sleepy all day (which, let me tell you, makes him ten times more adorable than he already is) but his headache has slowly been getting better. I feel bad for the poor guy..."Hey Ian, do you want me to take you home tonight or do you wanna stay overnight again?" "I can drive myself home..." "Ian-" "No, you've been taking care of me all day," Ian smiles. "I can drive myself home, don't worry about it."
~A/N~
I didn't quite know how to end the chapter so you know
There you go.
a new chapter.
bye.
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