50 Days

Day 32

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Also, thank you for putting up with all my stupid typos. Jesus, some are just so annoyingly stupid.

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It was past midnight when Jared and I decided to call it a night. I pulled one last swig from my beer bottle and threw it to the ground. We'd clean up later. Right now I felt too dizzy to do anything.

"You alright," Jared asked.

I chuckled and nodded. "Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

He groaned and shook his head. Even though we've spent the whole evening together, we hadn't really talked. At least, not about how I felt.
And I've been grateful for that. Why would you start asking now.
He looked at me with worried eyes. "I'm always here for you, okay?"

"Yep." I got up and stumbled to my tent. "Goodnight, JarJar."

"Night, Misha."

I heard him slipping into his tent and sighed in relief.

My hands were shaking from the alcohol and I just couldn't pull the zipper down, which made me groan in frustration. Pull yourself together, I said to myself.
But I couldn't open it properly. It somehow got stuck.
I was surprised when it suddenly opened magically without me touching it. I was too drunk to question it, so I slipped inside, colliding with something. "Uff."

Said something grabbed my arms to stop me from falling to the side. His fingers were hot on my skin and probably left marks when he released me. "You're drunk," he said and ran a hand through my hair.

"No, I'm Misha," I deadpanned, not enjoying the way the words rolled of my tongue.

He sighed, but took my face in his hands. Green eyes were searching my face for something. I didn't know what, but I loved that they were so close to my face.
Only a few more inches and ...

"You need to drink water."

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and leaned back, embarrassed of my own thoughts. "No, I don't."

He looked at me with narrowed eyes and started searching the tent for a bottle of water. When he found one, he opened it and crawled towards me. "Open your mouth."

I pressed my lips together and shook my head. He wouldn't win this.

"Open your stupid mouth, Misha."

Without actually wanting it, I slapped the bottle out of his hands and regretted it the second the water splashed everywhere.

"Smooth," he huffed.

I ignored him and got rid of my clothes - those I didn't need for sleep. He watched me getting undressed, making me feel uncomfortable. "Can you not?"

He tilted his head and raised a brow.

"Staring at me like the perv you are."

Even though I tried my best, it was hard to pull the hoodie over my head. Somehow I got stuck in it and groaned. Well, I could sleep like this. I wouldn't mind. And in the morning I would be sober enough to fix the problem.
But without my consent, Jensen took matters to his hands and pulled the hoodie over my head.

"Why are you here," I suddenly asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, staring at my chest. "Wanted to ... uh ... talk."