Scott tried to pull away, but Alex leaned forward and forced Scott to lean so far back that he almost fell off his stool. Thankfully, Alex stopped before Scott fell, but that didn't fix all of the problems that suddenly arose.
Scott must have sobered up just enough, because he went straight into panic mode. Although he was angry and honestly wanted to punch Alex in the throat, he remained silent. Alex was so giddy, and Scott could be see that he didn't mean harm.
For the time being, Scott decided his best choice was to get Alex out of his house and get some sleep. He called an Uber and tried to figure out how he was supposed to get Alex out when he was also drunk. Eventually, Alex stumbled out of the door, and Scott stumbled into his room.
Four hours later, Scott's 9am alarm blared. There was a moment of confusion, because Scott couldn't remember what the alarm was for. Quickly, it came to him that Mitch's flight was landing at 11. He had a couple of hours to clean the house and get to the airport.
The phone on Scott's bed chirped; he dug under the covers to retrieve it. Scott tensed; it was Alex.
Alex: Are we gonna talk about it?
Scott: Well I guess we are now. Shoot.
Alex: I'm sorry. I was so drunk. You're a beautiful guy. I wasn't thinking.
Scott: I know. And thanks but I'm still so shaken up. I know u didn't mean any harm but I still don't understand why you did it.
Read 9:05 AM
Two minutes passed.
Scott: Alex?
Read 9:07 AM
Scott didn't understand why Alex was doing this.
Incoming call: Alex
Scott answered timidly, not bothering to say "hello." The only thing he could hear was Alex' shallow breathing. Patiently, Scott waited; he knew this was difficult.
Finally, Alex found the right words, and began to speak softly. "For two years, I had the biggest crush on you. I waited so patiently for you to come out, but eventually I just, gave up. That was a couple months ago. But then you said what you said, and I, I was so fucking drunk Scott. I wish I could tell you that I'm completely over you and it meant nothing, but that's not true. I'm getting over you, but it takes time, and sometimes it still hurts, especially when I'm drunk at 5 am."
On the other end, Scott's breathing quickened. "I, uh, I wasn't expecting that at all. Now, thinking back at these past two years, I still can't think of any times that screamed "Wow why can't you see how much Alex likes you." Scott said, more to himself than to Alex. He took a calming breath. "Thank you."
"Thank you?" Alex was baffled.
"Thank you for waiting. Thank you for coming over at 3am with a bottle of alcohol no questions asked. Thank you for listening to me drunken babble. Thank you for doing the right thing and reaching out to talk about it. Thank you for being honest. Thank you for being so calm. Thank you for everything I guess."
"Uh, you're welcome. I mean I wasn't going to force you into anything, except that kiss I guess." Alex let out an awkward chuckle. Scott did too.
The tone of Scott's voice picked up. "Yeah. So, can we move on from this, and mutually agree that it was a drunken mistake?"
"Yes of course."
"Great. By the way, I'm not going to tell Mitch. I don't find any point in throwing you under the bus and potentially damaging a relationship or two."
"Thank you." Alex sounded relieved.
"Alright, I'll catch ya later Captain." Scott smiled to himself.
"Sure thing Scotch." Alex grinned and ended the call.
It was quickly approaching 9:30, so Scott hustled to get dressed and start cleaning. When Scott walked into the kitchen he was greeted with the ruins of the night before, but he just took a deep breath and let it go. Scott picked up the wine glasses, washed them, dried them, and put them away. Both of the empty wine bottles were discarded. He wiped down the counters, swept the floors, and tidied up some loose ends. Soon, it was time to leave for the airport.
The drive there was quiet. Scott left the music off so he could think. He wanted to mull it all over until it was dull in his mind, so it would not show on his face.
At the airport, Scott repeatedly checked the time on his phone. Soon, the plane landed, and Scott's eyes were glued to the steady flow of people leaving the plane. "Scott!" Scott's eyes instantly redirected to the familiar voice, leading him to who he had been searching.
Mitch stood a few feet from Scott, a stupid smile plastered on his face. The tall blonde approached Mitch, took his bags, and wrapped his arms around his small frame. A small sigh sounded from them both; the familiar feeling had been missed.
