Difficult Decisions

Triumph... Mostly

Mark's POV

I watch as Alex storms out of the room. She slams the door behind her, which makes all the drunken slobs jump. "Woah bestie! What's got your knickers in a knot?"Georgia laughs groggily, slinging off Sean's shoulder. I look down at my phone to check the time. "Huh..." I huff. "10:00 pm." That's when something catches my attention. Text from an unknown number. 'HEEEEEY MAAARK!" The message reads. What the hell? How could anyone get my number? I look around the room, only to see Georgia and Sean laughing their asses off. Sean looks up at me, winks and puts two thumbs up. "I got you." He mouths to me. I just roll my eyes in return. I label the contact as Georgia and put my phone away. I turn to Bob. "I think it's about time these man/women babies were put to bed."

He nods and approaches me. "And how in the hell are we gonna do that?" He laughs. "I didn't think that far ahead, honestly." He rolls his eyes and makes a disapproving noise. "Well, I for one wasn't expecting a blonde, and irishman and two idiots to be drunk  at my house. I didn't really want that either. Let's MOVE!" He starts moving towards the drunks begrudgingly. "You take Georgia and Sean to your room, I'll take Ryan and Wade to Ryan's room."  I nod and get on with the plan.

Alex's POV

"IM BORED!" I yell to myself. "Well, being grumpy comes with a price I guess." I sigh. I spin around in circles on the wheely chair I'm currently sitting in. "Weee... this is boring. That's it." I get out of the chair and head for next door. As I open the door, a strong smell of beer wafts out of the room. "HOLY JESUS! HOW MUCH DID THEY DRINK!?" My question was answered, as I step into the apartment, tons of empty glass beer bottles are scattered all over the place. "What happened...?" I say to myself. "They all got smashed." A deep voice replies. "Real hard." A second voice continues. I approach the voices, revealing them to be Mark and Bob. "You guys look TERRIBLE! I mean TERRIBLE. You look so tired and stre-" "We get it." I hold my mouth shut. "Where are they?" I ask plainly, as I join them on the couch. "Sean and Georgia are in my room. Ryan and Wade are in Ryan's" He answers, seeming out of breath. "Which are.. and where's Matthias?" I wave my hands around enthusiastically. "Oh sorry. My bedroom is on the right, Ryan's is  opposite mine.And... I have no idea where Matthias went..." I nod and push myself off the couch. I hope Matthias's ok... I approach Ryan's bedroom first. I poke my head in the door. "OH MY GOD!" What the hell!? Why are they cuddling... "Rade. I ship it." Is all I say, before I leave the room. I turn myself around on the ball of my foot and tip toe my way to the other room. I open the door a crack. I see Sean sit up holding his head, whilst Georgia is still snoring.

Sean's POV

I feel light touch my skin. I sit up slowly, clutching my head. This is the most hung over I think I have been ever. And that's pretty hard to beat. With the searing pain in my head, comes the memories of last night flooding back into my mind. I lift my head painfully ans see Alex looking at me through the door. I look back down to the eye strainingly white sheets. "How could you ever have a crush on a guy like me?"

Alex's POV

As soon as I hear those words leave his mouth, I knew exactly what I had to do. I mischievous grin grew on my face.  Without a word exchanged, I close the door and head straight for the living room. I turn and face Mark, the grin never fading. "Looks like he remembered... everything. You know how I told you to come to me if he remembered...?" He looks up at me with a confused look. "Yeah..." He sits up properly, obviously interested. "Georgia has a crush on you. Has for ages.  She says that she can't even explain in words how cute you are and that your smile is contagious. She constantly checks everyday for your relationship status. Well, now this is out in the open... let the fun begin!" I let out a small chuckle and head for the door, leaving Mark wide eyed and flustered. Pretty sure that gave Bob quite the shock too. As I head for the door, I let out one last evil cackle for emphasis, but I trip over an empty beer bottle. "GOD DAMMIT!" I compose myself, leaving the apartment in triumph... and partly embarrassment... but mostly triumph.