THIS AINT GOALS ONE

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Doors locked.

Window curtains closed.

I was getting a little sober now and my consciousness is slowly hitting the apex.

"Whe-where am I?" I asked to myself. "Wait...I got drunk...and someone. Holy shit!"

I heard footsteps. "Don't worry, Claire. You're in my room..."As I heard Toby's voice, I felt relieved.

But when moonlight passed him, he was shirtless. As an actor, having good 8packs is a requirement. Especially when your shows are mostly about vampires and wolves.

A sweat rolled down my face as I was getting more and more conscious and feeling dizzy.

"Toby...where are yo-you?" My voice shook a bit secretly thinking that my best friend could be a rapist all this time.

A sexy one.

What the fuck? Did I just thought that?

"Don't worry, Claire. I'm all hands off. I just can't bare seeing you folded in the couch. Your veins and blood flows get affected." He explained briefly, lying with me next to his king-sized bed.

A good sigh of relief brushed my esophagus.

But we both can that feel we're still wide awake. He slipped one arm on my waist and I frowned.

"So much for being hands off, Tobs." I declared.

He sniffed my hair. "I know something's bothering my sweet pea. Dare to tell me?" He rubbed his hands on my stomach, causing me to feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Call me a sweet pea again and I'll kill you with my butterknife." I said tiredly.

He fake gulped. "Seriously, what's wrong?"

"I...I think I like Luke?" It was more of a hesitant retort than an answer to his question.

He chuckled. "So? What's new? It's obvious you like the scum..." He said arrogantly. I elbowed him.

"He's not a scum! And I think I said it wrong. I don't like him!" I exclaimed and his tensed shoulders softened.

"I think love him. Toby. Since the day he saved me, I felt complete! It's hard to look away when he's around, it's hard to resist just staring at those perfect lips of his, it's hard to-" I don't know why but he was tensing up again and he pulled his arm away from me.

He put his hands on the back of his head. "Just sleep. You'll get sober in no time." And with that, I was left speechless hearing the coldest tone from my best friend.

What did I do?

Maybe he got offended when I said a stranger completed me?

•••••

The sunlight was hitting my face with so much passion. It's like we're meant for each other.

Sarcasm.

I slept with the curtains closed and now, it's wide open. Toby must've opened it a while ago. And then I just noticed that Toby's not here anymore.

But I can smell toasted fried eggs.

Calm down, tummy!

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