Wreck

Quick Journey

It was the morning after the party at Mike's. Billie and I had done JD shots and jager bombs until we couldn't walk and he had stayed round my house. I know that I'd always had feelings for Billie but it wasn't until we were curled up on the sofa, drifting into unconsciousness that I realised how much I actually loved him...

I opened my gritty eyes and groaned at the light that was flooding the room. Billie stirred and I froze, not wanting to wake him into a day of nausea and an aching head.
My efforts to keep him asleep were pointless and he cleared his throat, blinking awake and rubbing his face.
"Fuck..." he mumbled, facing the sofa again.

"I feel your pain." I grumbled and shakily got to my feet.

"Where you goin' Frankie?" Billie asked, using the nickname he knew I hated. The name was soon forgotten about when he winked at me. Oh god... if only he knew what that did to me...

I didn't dwell on that for long before my stomach churned. "Feel like I'm gonna throw up..." I wandered to the toilet. I wasn't sick, but I wished I was... I always felt better if I chucked up everything I'd drank from the night before.

When I got back in we sat on the sofa and watched a film. I made a coffee for us both and we sat with the curtains closed. It would have been amazing if it wasn't for the pounding in my head.
I kept looking at my friend out the corner of my eye. He was wonderful... I know that sounds odd but he really was... he was such a good friend to me and he didn't even try most of the time, not to mention his perfect little frame, cute features and silky black, scruffy hair. I could literally just admire him for hours...
"Tré?" Billie prodded me on the arm, "what ya thinking about?"

"Huh?" I faked innocence.

"You keep looking at me... have I got something on my face?"

"No you don't, sorry."

He blinked. "Okay..."

I felt my face flush. He probably thinks I'm a right weirdo... I couldn't even make an excuse!

"Hey, I think I'm gonna make a move."

"What?" My insides fluttered and I held my breath.

"You know, leave?"

I felt a sinking feeling as I realised what he meant and also how stupid I was for thinking he meant anything else.

"Oh, okay. You want a lift? It saves getting a cab."

"You sure you're good to drive?"

"Yeah of course, I'm fine."

We made our way out to the car and he slumped into the passenger seat. I didn't feel great, but I'd survive a quick journey, it would only take ten minutes or so. I'll live.