A Little Broken

"bye red."

I woke up the next morning on the loveseat in Jackson's room. I looked over to him, he was shirtless.

'no, oh my god we slept together. shit.'
I thought.

jackson was still sleeping soundly, so I decided to go see of oliver was awake. I stood up, put Jackson's shirt back on, but I'd realized I'd already had it on. and walked out of his bedroom. as I walked into the lounging room, oliver was sitting on the couch.

'I wonder how long he's been in here. the lounging room is only a few feet away from Jackson's room. but jackson and I had the door shut, and I don't think we were too loud. hell, I don't know...' I thought to myself.

I walked over and sat on the couch next to oliver. he was drinking coffee and smoking a blunt. ew. seems like those wouldn't go too good together.

"goodmorning." I said to him.

"goodmorning." he said back to me.

"where'd you sleep last night?" I asked.

"right here. I didn't want you to maybe wake up and not know where anything was, so I slept on the couch just in case. why?" he said.

"I was just wondering."

'how could he not have heard me and jackson...? unless, he's playing stupid on me and waiting for me to say something about it before he confronts me about it.' I blankly thought.

about half an hour of watching Disney's
"Frozen", with oliver, jackson came in an sat beside me.

"goodmorning faggots." he plainly said not completely awake yet.

oliver and I didn't say anything, just simply smiled a 'goodmorning'  smile, instead of speaking a 'goodmorning'.

"you took all of the cover last night jackson." I said, trying to make conversation.

"what're you talking about...?" he asked, clearly confused as fuck.

"um..." I didn't know what to say. he was acting dumb, like he hadn't remembered sleeping with me last night.

"you slept on the loveseat in my room, we didn't sleep in the same bed..." jackson said.

"I did? I thought I slept in your bed. ah, maybe that's why I woke up on the sofa this morning! now I feel stupid." I said completely dumbfounded.

"no. you did lie in my bed until you got ready to go to sleep, and I offered to share my bed, but you got on the love seat and mumbled something about loving oliver, and staying committed because someone named Hayden beat you. some off the wall shit man." he said opening a pack of crackers.

"damn. must've been the booze. I'd thought we fucked." I said laughing.

"wow. you two are stupid as hell. how could you not remember getting out of his bed? and then thinking you two had fucked" oli said laughing, too.

"I don't know? but when I got up, I was thinking, 'shit, where'd he sleep? If he slept in here, then I know there's no way he couldn't have heard us.' and I felt really awkward. booze is great, but it fucks with me sometimes." I said.

"yah. we can tell!" jackson said hovering over laughing.

I threw a pillow that was beside me at him. "god I'm sorry. look, I am. I turned to drugs and alcohol when hayden and I dated. he fucked me over pretty bad and when I drank, he talked bad shit, and I thought crazy thoughts when I would drink, because I seen him do the same, and he'd talk the shit in my head when he'd get me drunk and high..... I'm so fucking sorry..." I started crying and I felt like I was going to get sick. oliver leaned over to me. he pulled me over onto him and laid me on his chest. he played with my hair and kissed my forehead.