He Loves Me Not *Under Editing*

Hangover

When my baby found me, I was three days on a drunken sin.  The bottle of tequila empty, he didn't ask me once about the wrong I did.  He came into my room while I was taking a huge swig of the drink I shouldn't have had in the first place.  I wanted to throw the bottle at him, but I didn't want to waste the liquid.  He stood in the doorway as if asking permission.  "How much of that have you had?"

"Have you grown a pair of vaginas?"

"That's impossible."

"Then leave."

"I know you don't want me to."

"Then you don't know me at all."  He took a step in the room.  I tried to crawl out of bed.  Once I got up, I stepped in front of him and weakly pounded on his chest.

"Get. Out."  I gritted my teeth and punctuated each word with a punch.  He pulled me into him rendering my boxing skills useless.  My brain was a jumble of thoughts.

"Are you okay?"

I lost it.  I pulled myself out of his grasp and grabbed the nearest thing I could.  A pillow, I grabbed a fricking pillow.  Either way, I flung it at him.  The damn football player caught it and put it back down on the bed.  I screamed at the top of my lungs.  He lunged forward and clamped his hand over my mouth.

"It's one in the morning, you have to be quiet."  The time of day hadn't occurred to me.  I stopped screaming and licked his hand so he'd move it.  He didn't.

"Moof yur hond."

"What?"  He took it off. 

"I still want you to get out."

"No."

"I'll break up with you."

"Because that went so well before."

"Jake wouldn't be this much of an asshole."  I could tell I struck a nerve when he sat down on the bed and ran his hands through his hair as a ragged breath escaped his mouth.

"I know."  I finished the rest of the bottle.

"Sometimes you are so much of a leader you shove the priority of others out of the way."

"How is it that when you drink four beers or so, you're a bumbling idiot, but when you down a bottle of tequila, you are philosophical?"

"So I'm an idiot?"

"No, you aren't, just when you drink beer."

"So now I can't drink.  What's next?  Are you not going to let me get in a car because my uterus will fly out of my body?"

"What? No."

"Good because I'm-"  My world faded to black and I hit the floor.  This hangover was going to be a bitch.

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I woke up on my bed with Alex towering over me.  Even though there was only a light on, it sent shooting pain pulsating through my skull.  I reached up to the wet cloth on my head and pulled it over my eyes.  He got the hint and turned the light off.  "How are you feeling?"

"Shhhh.  Quit yelling."  He chuckled and it hurt.  

"Okay, how's this."  He barely spoke but it sounded like he was talking in a regular voice.  I gave a quick thumbs up as I felt the alcohol come up.  I jolted up and found that a trash can was already under my head.  I emptied my stomach a few times  and laid back down.

He kissed my head and placed the can back beside my bed.  "So what were you going to say before you passed out?"

"Huh?"