The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 60 (Hailey's POV)

I wake up on the couch in Patrick's arms. I smile at the way he had hugged me so tight last night, never letting go; not even after he fell asleep. I gently untangle myself from his sleeping body, walking back to the bunk area for my toothbrush and yawning. I walk past Cheryl's bunk and glance in casually, but I stop in my tracks and do a double take.

Pete is laying on top of Cheryl, his arms around her and his head laying on her chest, snoring softly. Cheryl has her hands loosely interlocked around his back, and it's honestly the cutest thing I've ever seen.

"Aw aw aw aw aw aw aw," I repeat over and over again, switching from one foot to another, trying not to wake anyone up. When I fangirl its really hard to keep it quiet though. However, I don't want to be killed today, so I slap my hand over my mouth, run to my duffel bag, grab my toothbrush, and dash to the bathroom.

Well, that's what I try to do, but the forces are all deciding to work against me today.

Right in front of my eyes, in Joe's bunk, are him and Andy, asleep and cuddling together. IT IS THE CUTEST THING EVER.

"Damn, Hailey, what's wrong?" I hear Cheryl ask, trudging up beside me.

"What do you mean? I didn't say anything."

She looks at me weird. "You just screamed bloody murder."

"Oh, I did?"

"Uh... yeahh," she says slowly, looking at me like I'm crazy.

"Is there any particular reason you screamed your head off, or...?" she asks when I don't say anything. I don't respond, I just point at Joe and Andy, and her eyes follow my finger. She grins at me, and we both pull out our phones and take a picture. If I really did scream, I'm surprised I didn't wake them up. But its kinda scary that I didn't even know I screamed. I must be one odd fangirl.

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*Pete's POV*

Patrick is shitfaced.

And honestly its the most hilarious thing ever.

Don't worry, Gracie is at a sleepover at a friends' house. He wouldn't ever drink with her around. But he decided he was going to do it just once, and we didn't really see a problem with it. We kind of like it when he gets drunk; he becomes the weirdest happy man in the world and it's great. Hailey and Cheryl have never seen him drunk, though, so they're in for it.

All of us are camped out in the living room, completely sober except for Patrick of course. Joe and I might sip some beer in a while, but that's about it. Andy doesn't drink at all and the girls wanna remember seeing Patrick drunk for the first time, so they're alchohol-less and equipped with popcorn to watch the show.

Patrick was sitting with his legs stretched out on the floor, playing with his feet, but for some reason he's deciding to stand, almost tipping over and giggling uncontrollably. Andy laughs and walks over to him, helping him up.

"Thank you, majestic water fairy," Patrick slurs, patting Andy's hand. He then waddles past him, smiling at me like a child on Christmas. Oh no.

Patrick hops into my lap, and I have to catch him before he falls backwards.

"Hi, Pete."

"Hello, Patrick," I say, unable to hold in my smile.

"You have a pretty face," he giggles, poking my cheek.

"Thank you," I say awkwardly. He giggles again.

"Thanks, Pete," he says, pretending to be serious, but that fails. He bursts out laughing like someone told the best joke ever, and as soon as he started, he stops. He tries getting off of me, which shouldn't be hard, but for a drunk Patrick, it definitely is.