Temporary Bliss [boyxboy]

6: Idfc

You've been out all night,
I don't know where you've been,
You're slurring all your words,
Not making any sense,
But I don't fucking care, at all

Cause I have hella feelings for you,
I act like I don't fucking care,
Like they ain't even there
Cause I have hella feelings for you,
I act like I don't fucking care,
Cause I'm so fucking scared.

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I woke up feeling very confused the next day.
It wasn't like I had a hangover or anything, because I didn't. I hadn't even touched the alcohol.

It was just that the events of the night before took a second to come back into my memory.
I turned around and Caleb came into my line of vision, breathing soft and even as he slept.
His hair was an absolute mess and he was drooling onto my pillow a little.

I wasn't even disgusted in the slightest by that anymore. I had known him for long enough.
I got up, careful not to wake my best friend.

I went downstairs to make some breakfast. The first rays of sunlight shone through the big window and I felt content making toast while listening to the comforting sound of the coffee machine.

After I was done, I hopped up onto the wooden kitchen counter and let my feet dangle above the grey marble floor while sipping my coffee.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed when I heard familiar footsteps coming down the stairs.
It was Caleb, obviously.

"Dude," I laughed lightly, "You look like shit."
"Thanks," said dude replied weakly, "You too."

"Coffee?," I offered and he just nodded, drinking a little from my cup.

"Ugh, I feel horrible. My head hurts so much. Probably the worst hangover I've ever had. Barely remember anything from last night."

I chuckled, "You hit your head on a lamp."

"What? Oh God, how did I do that?", he asked with a sigh.

"Well..." I hesitated, "You may or may not have been stripping for people on a dinner table."

"Oh, what the fuck?," Caleb groaned in annoyance, "Why didn't you stop me?"

"I tried to, but you stopped yourself by hitting your head on that lamp and just falling over. Slut." I joked.

"You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?," he asked in a defeated tone. He was right, though.
"Nope," I said, shaking my head with an evil grin.

Out of nowhere, he ran into the guest bathroom and I could faintly hear him throwing up a second later.
I quickly poured a glass of water and followed him to make sure he was okay.

He looked up at me with a "help me" look on his face and I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Yeah, yeah, make fun of my misery," he groaned, "I'm never drinking again."
"You say that every time," I pointed out.
"I mean it this time, though", he argued.
"You also say that every time."
"Just shut up!"

I obeyed, not really in the mood for a fight with hungover Caleb.

After he had gotten up, brushed his teeth and accepted the glass of water that I'd brought, he asked about what else happened at the party.
I filled him in on how he threw up on my shoes (at which he just laughed) and how he went off with Jessie and I found them in bed later.

That didn't amuse him as much.

"Well, why the fuck did you tell her to leave?," he asked me, a little agitated.
"Woah, I just didn't want her to take advantage of you," I defended myself.

I could already feel he was about to start shouting at me cause he was in a bad mood.

"Take advantage of me? If I was in bed with her, then I'm pretty sure I wanted it, too. You can't always just act like you know exactly what I want and don't want, Finn. I'm old enough, you're not my mom."

"Caleb, we've been over this. We both know how you get when you're drunk and so does Jessie. She always does this and you end up hurt. Besides drunk consent is not consent. You can say what you want, she was sober, you were not. Jessie knew what she was doing, and that it wasn't right."

"This is exactly what I'm talking about! Just let me do my own things for once in my life. I don't need you always running after me and I don't need your shitty approval either!"
I couldn't believe he was saying this. Why was he yelling?

So much for not wanting to get into a fight.

"Oh, I fucking love that!" I exclaimed sarcastically, "I stick up for you, miss out on fun myself, until I'm blue in the face and you tell me off for it? I care about you and don't want you to get hurt, that's why I'm doing this! I don't know what you think my reasons are, but I don't do it because I have nothing else to pass time or because it's a hobby of mine! I don't want you cheated on, or dead, or filmed stripping on a fucking dinner table, or raped by your ex! Do you understand that?"

Caleb looked like he knew exactly that I had a point but he never admitted that he was wrong. He was stubborn like that and I was mad as hell at him.

"Fuck you, Finn! Just don't do it anymore if it's such a burden then! I never asked you to, and I think I've made it clear that I don't want you to, either! Just take care of your own shit and mind your own damn business," he yelled.

"Okay. You can have that. Not a problem at all. But don't come running to me when you fucked something up, expecting me to fix it because it's not going to happen anymore. I'm done. I'll go mind my own damn business now," I replied calmly and went upstairs.

"Fine! I don't even fucking care anymore!," I heard him yell childishly.

I didn't answer. I was leaving. I couldn't stand being around Caleb when he was like this.
I collected clothes for a couple of days, my laptop, phone, various chargers and my toothbrush, threw them into my beat up duffel bag and went back downstairs.

"Where are you going?," Caleb asked.
"To take care of my own shit," I said coldly, making sure to slam the door behind me. I felt accomplished, triumphant even.

After a couple of minutes of walking, my anger had subsided and I started to think that maybe I had overreacted a little.

Whatever. I was going to stand my ground and I was not going to apologize. I wasn't going to let myself feel bad for speaking my mind.
With that thought, I made my way over to Anna's with determination.

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I'm only a fool for you
And maybe you're too good for me
I'm only a fool for you
But I don't fucking care,
At all.