The Summer to Remember

Las Vegas, Nevada - Part 4

Ian:

When I woke up, I didn't even feel like I was waking up. I felt like I was coming back to life. But not like I was Jesus or something, where I just opened my eyes and felt great. I felt like I should be dead. My head throbbed, I tasted bile in the back of my throat, my stomach was all cramped up, and I could barely lift my eyes open.

But when I opened them a crack, they shot all the way open, and I suddenly felt completely awkake.

I wasn't alone in the horribly uncomfortable hotel bed.

Anthony's face was inches from mine; so close his breath tickled the tip of my nose. He was still asleep, and must have been really asleep, because he was snoring. And after living with him for six years, I knew that he only snored when he was nearing a coma. His hair stuck out in all directions, and his arms were thrown loosely around my torso. I realized then that he was shirtless, and... I was too. 

A thought crossed my mind, a thought so bad but so great at the same time, and I held my breath while carefully lifting up the bed sheets.

I was in only my boxers. Anthony had jeans on, but they were unzipped and pulled down a lot farther than usual.

My head spinning and my breath shortening at all the possibilities that could have happened, I let my head fall back on the pillow and groaned. Everything hurt. I couldn't think straight. Easily the worst hangover I'd ever experienced.

What happened last night? I remembered only a little; going to the casino, having a beer, playing the slot machines a few times, Anthony pestering me about ignoring some chick, and that's really it. If I really had had sex with Anthony, I always imagined the first time being way more special. Us being sober, being in love... not when we were both completely and totally wasted in Vegas.

I slowly sat up and took a deep breath before putting a hand on Anthony's back and shaking him ferociously. 

"Anthony," I said. He didn't budge. I shook him harder. "Anthony!"

He groaned a little and slowly squinted his eyes at me, and as the situation became clear, his eyes widened and he shot up.

"What the- oww!" He threw a hand to his face, and I felt my heart stop. Like, literally, it was beating, and then it wasn't.

"What the hell is that?" I asked shakily, a trembling finger pointing to the obviously fake gold ring around his finger. And as I pointed, I looked down, and sure enough, a matching one was on my finger.

Holy shit.

Did we really get married in Vegas?

He looked down at the ring, his mouth dropping, then over at mine, and eventually up at me. I looked back, in complete disbelief. Now, I was really mad I couldn't remember anything.

For a long time, we just stared at each other, in complete shock. Then, he laughed. He laughed so hard that he held his stomach and fell over on the bed. I couldn't laugh though, because the situation wasn't funny at all. I got married to my best friend, the secret love of my life.

"God, we must have been fucking wasted," he said between laughs, and I just looked down at him, still trying to wrap my head around the situation.

He looked up at me, but just kept laughing. "Oh, lighten up, man. This is pretty damn funny and you can't deny it."

I shrugged, smiling a little. "I guess it is a little funny..."

"It's fucking hilarious!" He sat back up. "I mean, it's just like in the crappy movies. We go to Vegas, blow all our money at a casino, get totally trashed, and then get married and end up nearly naked in a hotel bed. It's ridiculous."

"It's extremely ridiculous."

His laughs finally subsided, and he squinted his eyes shut. "God, I feel like death."

"Same."

He looked down at the ring and slid it off, which made my heart hurt slightly. Laughing a little, he said, "So where do we go to get divorced?"

And this is where I could have told him. Told him that I didn't want a divorce. I wanted to stay married to him. I loved him.

I made a promise to myself that somewhere on this trip, I would tell him. But not now. Not this early. I mean, he obviously didn't feel the same way, and that would just make the rest of this trip really awkward.

"No idea," I said instead. I slid the ring off and twisted it around in my fingers. Obviously made of plastic, extremely cheap. I looked inside, and read off the words engraved. "Fabulous Las Vegas Hotel and Casino Wedding Chapel."

"So is that the casino we were at last night?"

"Think so."

"Alright. So, we get divorved, and then I say we get some breakfast and hit the road. You're driving today, though. I'm sleeping this hangover off in the back."

He stood up and went to the bathroom, and as soon as he was out of sight, I fell back on the bed and exhaled heavily. He didn't even reference the fact that we might have slept together. How could he not have? We definitely did something, and I wanted to know what.

This whole thing was too much to take in. Last night, when we were both totally out of it, we got married. Could that mean Anthony might just have some sort of feelings for me? Even when drunk, you couldn't agree to marry someone unless you wanted to. Right?

Well, all I knew for sure was that this was a hell of a way to start off the trip.

A/N: WOW I feel like this was really predictalbe .-. Oh well, it was some form of excitement, right? Anyways, sorry there were like ninety parts to the Vegas stop of their trip. I promise every one won't be this long haha. But yeah, how are you guys liking this? I was so excited to write it, but honestly, it's not as good as I wanted it :( Oh well. Oh, and one more thing, did anyone get the Full House refernce? The FABULOUS Las Vegas Hotel and Casino! :D Idk, if you did, we should be friends. See ya latah c: