Falling Back in Love.

Sick, Sweet Smile

Caleb's POV.

"Dammit!" I shout in defeat from losing to Toby.

"Admit it, I'm the champion at Black Ops." Toby tries to get me to admit that he's the best at it but I don't.

"Shut up. This is stupid anyways." I complain and throw the controller on the couch.

Toby chuckles and takes another sip of his beer. I do the same and set the empty beer bottle down on the gray coffee table in front of the couch.

"I gotta go home. I need to see Hanna." I say, more like slurring.

"Dude, I don't think you should drive home. I mean, I'm seriously really drunk but I don't think you should be driving home. Either way, I thought you were mad at Hanna?" Toby points out to me.

I would have to agree with Toby on that one. I was really drunk and so was Toby. Toby had about nine or ten beer bottles and I had about nine.

"You're right. I am mad at Hanna. I'm so mad at her." I tell Toby, pointing my finger at him.

"You are. You shouldn't go back to her right now. Show her that you're not joking about her picking you over him." Toby tells me, laughing after from the alcohol he just consumed.

He gets up and walks to the kitchen.

"You're so right! I'm not going to her place! I'm going back to my place. To my home!" I shout back to Toby.

Toby walks back into the living room with a bottle of vodka and a few shot glasses. He opens the bottle and pours us each a shot and hands a shot glass to me.

"To all of the crap that is going on in our life right now. And to the future that will not treat us like hell." Toby toasts and clinks his glass with mine before downing it and me doing the same.

Toby takes my shot glass and starts to pour more vodka in it.

"Why is life hell for you bro?" I ask, slurring a little.

"Spencer is leaving for a couple of months to Africa to help out over there. And I can't go. I mean, what the hell? You would think that they would want as much as they can get to help out. But no. Spencer said no. She said I have a job. Like, the fuck?" Toby says, laughing his ass off from the alcohol.

I start to laugh with him after we take our second shot.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Spencer shouts as she walks into the living room and Toby and I take our third shot.

"Alcohol. That's what." I reply to Spencer before I start to giggle and laugh and Toby soon joining me.

"Okay, that's enough." Spencer walks to towards us, but I quickly take the bottle of vodka and start to chug it.

"No fair. I want some." Complained Toby.

I hand the bottle to Toby and he takes a gulp of the burning, strong alcohol.

"Okay, you guys are going to get alcohol poisoning. Give me the bottle." Demands Spencer, holding her hand out to take the bottle.

"No!" I yell at Spencer. I take the bottle from Toby and take another gulp.

"Dammit Caleb! Give me that damn bottle!" Spencer commands as she takes the bottle from my hands.

"Spenc." I whine to her.

"Toby, go upstairs and go to sleep. I'll be up in a minute." Spencer tells Toby. She helps him up and guides him to the stairs and watches him walk up the stairs, slowly.