Sinking

endearment

It took me a little too long the next morning to realize I was at Chris's house.

I felt extremely comfy. Like someone had wrapped me up in a blanket of warmth and I was destined to be trapped there forever. I hadn't felt this at peace for a long, long time. I could describe the happiness I felt all over my body; the tingling in my fingers and the seemingly ecstatic energy in my core. I had a smile on my face and I couldn't wipe it off.

For one, I could not remember anything we'd done last night. At some point in the early morning while watching the sixth Halloween, I'd started drifting into sleep. Before that had been a lot of drinking and board games. Chris's parents had an entire cabinet of alcohol and they didn't even care if his friends drank all of it, so drinking seemed to be a good companion with a three hour long game of monopoly and an hour long game of twister, along with whatever else we did.

Even if most of it was blurry, it didn't bother me because I trusted everyone here now, and I knew nothing too senseless would occur.

Now, I was half-awake, stretching out every few seconds because someone's body was against mine, but they were asleep. When I sat up was when the pain shot through my head.

I groaned slightly, bringing a hand to my forehead and trying to calm the pounding in my skull, rattling against the inside of my brain and shattering any content happiness I'd felt moments before. Hangovers.

I wasn't surprised, because if there was one thing I remembered from the earlier night it was that I'd gotten way more drunk than I ever had before. However, there weren't many past events involving me drinking anyway. Out of last night, I remembered a lot of laughs and a lot of tangled up limbs. I remembered cuddling with Phil.

Of course you remember that, I scoffed at myself.

I finally looked up to take in my surroundings, finding that the only awake person was Tyler, who was standing in the kitchen, brown hair messy and down against his forehead.

"I'm making hangover breakfast," He whisper-shouted across the room, "because when everyone wakes up you know we will be one house full of pain."

I nodded and attempted to sit up, finding that the room was full of passed out teenagers. Is this what normal people did all the time? Why did I let myself miss out on the fun all these years?

Finally finding the strength in myself to get up, I brought a hand to my forehead and made sure to avoid stepping on anyone that had decided to pass out on the floor. My feet lead me to the kitchen to find Tyler holding out a strange liquid to me.

"Drink this," He ordered, turning his back to me in order to continue cooking whatever he was cooking; I didn't have enough energy or actual care to find out. I sipped whatever was in my hand, having a slight idea that it would help with this vile hangover.

"Are you doing well?" The boy turned back to me, his voice softening as if he either wanted to be gentle with me or didn't want anyone else to hear, but I figured it was the former since everyone in the room was asleep anyway, definitely no chance of his voice a room awakening them from a slumber such as this.

I shrugged, continuing to sip from the pink wine glass, ironic since I was drinking something to ease the pain of the aftermath of alcohol in the first place.

He pursed his lips. "We've never talked much, but I know about you mostly because of Louise and Phil. Phil talks about you a lot in the classes we have together. Interesting since he never had before, but I'm glad to see you two are getting closer. Phil needs someone he can click with; he has friends but we all have other friends, a circle of one person always being lonely. He's always needed that, for as long as I've known him. Loneliness doesn't rest well with those who try to stay positive. But I'm pretty sure you're Phil's click. And I'm glad I and we get to spend time with you too, because you actually are cool. I mean, you don't even talk and you're still cool. That requires skill my friend."