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The Sweet Thing

“Nathan. . . you actually came!”

She’s drunk again. This always happen in every break-up she went through and today is the second time in one month. And most probably more in the future. She doesn’t learn.

“She won’t stop drinking, even my threatening didn’t work on her,” Erine said nonchalantly, playing with her glass of vodka. She’s the eldest and it’s a surprise Luna didn’t listen to her. I bet it’s the alcohol going in her brain.

“She wasn’t even crying when she called me earlier,” Lea muttered in between hiccups. “Then she wouldn’t stop drinking.”

“Nathan…” Luna purred. It’s really out of character for her to purr and it makes my hair stand on its ends. She grabs a cupcake and saunters to me swaying. Everyone just eyed her, curious of what she’ll do. “Say ahh…”

I stared wide-eyed at the cupcake just inches from my mouth. I’ve never seen her like this before. Though I don’t like seeing her cry, it’s much better than seeing her all weird because of drinking too much. “You’re drunk, Luna.”

She frowned. To my surprise, she threw the sweet thing at my face, jumped back on the loveseat and started bawling. “Nathan is mad at me. He hates me!”

Everyone else snickered, not to her bawling but to my face with icing. They sure are enjoying this. I seized the hanky Erine handed me and wiped the icing off.

“I’m not mad at you nor do I hate you,” I said as soon as I sat back on the loveseat next to her. “And you guys should stop that,” I added facing them.

“Geez Nathan, no need to be a grandpa,” Juvy slurred, arms around Graham — not hugging, but more of choking. Aside from Luna; Juvy is also weird when drunk. They can be really best friends only if Juvy would stop thinking that Luna is in love with Graham.

“Nathan… help!” I shrugged at Graham. There’s nothing I can do for him anyway. If Luna gets more emotional when drunk, Juvy becomes scary, but both get clingy.

“You’re not mad?” Luna asked, making cute faces. On normal times, I would laugh at her and tell her it doesn’t suit her being cute however, this situation is different. I’m not gonna make any comment about it.

“I’m not.”

I felt relieved when she smiled and almost forgot she’s drunk. My attention was suddenly averted to Erine who sang on top of her lungs; her scary aura all gone. Ever since she heard news about Jeson, she became distant. Lea kept laughing which I presume because of Erine singing and maybe the alcohol too.

“Take me home…” an arm slipped around me and the stench of alcohol grew stronger. “Take me home, Nathan.”

“Y-you’re already home.”

“I wanna sleep.” She rested her head on my right shoulder ready to fall into slumber. I shifted but her arms around me stopped me from any more movements. “Piggyback! Piggyback!” she sang jumping up and down on the loveseat.

Could this get any worse?

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I stared at her sleeping peacefully. She finally stopped talking after I carried her to her room. “You don’t look heavy for someone who weighs a lot.” she stirred but didn’t wake up.

Standing here towering over her makes her look so fragile. We met only last year but a lot already happened; one is the return of Lisa who can’t remember anything about us because of amnesia. But in all of those, you were there for me.

“You never left me. Not once. Though I’m always the one saving you, you were the one pulling me back to my feet. And I’m always thankful for that.” I planted a kiss on her forehead. “I’m thankful you became my friend.” I planted another kiss on her nose. I stared at her lips and smiled. “And I’m thankful because you made me lo–”

A whispered hey caught my attention. So they were here after all (probably listened to everything I said), clustered at the sides of the door, whispering at each other. They smiled sheepishly when they noticed me looking.

“Continue. You’re just dreaming. We were never here,” Erinn whispered waving her hand, gesturing for me to go on. The others nodded in silence.

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<Author's Note: Purely fictional. I don't own the pictures I use for every story. Enjoy though! c: >