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seventeen

Just as I was about to take a bite of my ice cream, the door to my hotel room swung open.

"Alright, you beast, put up the ice cream and go take a shower," Ian orders almost immediately.

"How did you get in here? You need-"

Ian cut me off by holding up the spare card to get into my room.

With a groan, I do as he says and I'm out within fifteen minutes wearing my bath robe and a towel wrapped on my head.

"Sit down. I need to pluck your eyebrows."

My hands shot up and covered my eyebrows. "No! I'm not letting you anywhere near these! You don't even know how to do eyebrows."

Ian crossed his arms with a frown. "Yes I do. Do you remember who did your eyebrows, Robyn's eyebrows, and Madelyn's eyebrows?"

Rolling my eyes, I sat down as he said to and let Ian 'do his magic' as he likes to call it.

After an hour of doing my hair, makeup, and choosing an outfit, Ian was finally finished and walked me to the mirror.

Nodding my head, I look at myself in surprise before turning to Ian. "Well, you actually made me look decent."

"I told you that I could," He responds.

Grabbing my jacket, I start walking out of the door. "Let's get this over with!"

___

I walked into the small restaurant behind Ian, following him to what I assume is where everyone else is.

When Ian moved out of the way, I was greeted by the faces of five people. Nina, Phoebe, Daniel, Matt, and him.

I quickly shoot them all a smile before grabbing Ian's arm and dragging him away from the group.

"You didn't tell me he was going to be here!" I harshly whisper.

Ian smiles. "Oops, did I forget to? Well, Paul is joining us too!"

"You mother-"

I was cut off when I saw Phoebe walking towards us. "This isn't over," I warn him.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Phoebe asks with a smile.

Ian smiles at her. "Yep. Everything's fine."

With an inward groan, I walk with Phoebe and Ian back to the table and sit between Matt and Paul. Lucky me.

"What's been going on with everybody lately?" Ian asks everyone with a smile.

"Life's great. Alex is great," Nina responded happily. Oh yeah, Alex and her are a thing now. He's her next door neighbor or something.

"Good," Matt and Daniel say.

"Oh, good I guess," Was Paul's response.

"What about you, Kelsie?" Phoebe smiles.

"Oh, you know, trying to focus a bit more on work. Social media has been stressing me out lately, so I try not to be on my phone as much," I lie smoothly.

Everyone was quiet, so I decided to speak up. "So, who's ready for some shots?"

___

"You know, what I said earlier, it was a liieeee," I start. Drunk me starts.

"Oh really?" Ian asks with a smirk, already knowing it.

I nod. "Yep. The only reason I have been avoiding everyone is because I like Paul."

Laying my head on Paul's shoulder, I look up at him with a giggle. "I lovveee youuuu," I slur.

"I love you too, Kelsie. But you're drunk and you're not going to remember this in the morning," Paul replies with a frown.

"So what?" I sit up with a smile. "Ohh, we can go back to your place and have sex. Come on, it'll be fun!"

Nina laughs. "You are so drunk right now, Kels."

I pout. "No I'm not!"

Ian stands up. "Come on, Kels. I'm going to take you home."

I wrap my arms around Matt in an attempt to stay. "No! I'm staying with my two fathers!"

As Ian went to get me off of Matt, Paul stopped him. "You stay. I've got this."

Paul takes my arms and unwraps them from Matt and picks me up. "Alright, we're leaving. Thanks, Ian."

"No! I don't wanna go home!" I whine into his back since he threw me over his shoulder.

"Sorry, babe."

___

I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed with a killer headache and only a shirt and underwear on. And the shirt wasn't mine.

"Here. You're going to need this."

I look to my left and see Paul walking into the room with a glass of water and two aspirin.

"Thanks." I quickly swallowed the pills followed by chugging the glass of water.

"Um, what am I doing here?"

Paul sighs and lays down beside me in the bed. "Last night you were drunk, so I offered to take you home. When we got to your hotel, you had lost your keys and the lady at the front desk denied giving me another one, so I brought you here."

"We didn't do anything, together, right?" I ask motioning to the unfamiliar shirt I was wearing.

"Oh, no. You just demanded that I take off your clothes and give you my shirt," He tells me with a laugh.

With a frown, I looked at Paul. "Did I say anything bad or humiliating last night? Because I'm an honest drunk and it's horrible."

Paul shakes his head. "No. I mean, you did say one thing..."

"What?"

"That you loved me."