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35. Advil

Paige slung my arm around her shoulder and held me up as she walked me towards her bed. I could feel myself tripping over my own feet as we came closer to making it out of the bathroom. My mouth tasted like rotten whiskey and I could only imagine how my breath smelled.

"Come on big boy, lets go," Paige whispered as I plopped down onto her unmade bed. I vaguely felt her tugging at my shoes as I fell backwards onto the comforter.

My brown oxfords clanked against the ground as they fell off of my feet and I wiggled my toes. My eyes drooped even more until Paige's cool hands landed on my hips and she started to fiddle with my belt.

"You're not wearing these clothes to sleep in," she spoke quietly when I raised my eyebrows at her.

I lifted up off of the bed to assist Paige in pulling my jeans down my legs, left in just my boxers and my red and black shirt.

"I'm going to go get you some Advil, put these on," I felt clothes drop onto my chest and I glanced at Paige as she left the room.

My head was feeling a tad heavy. This was going to hurt tomorrow. I moved to sit up on my elbows and my flannel pants and a white undershirt fell off of my chest.

"I brought you some orange juice too," Paige's voice came from the doorway and I quickly finished pulling on the clothes she left for me.

"These are mine?" I spoke quietly, confused at how well the shirt and bottoms fit me.

"Yes. You left them here, I usually sleep in them," her cheeks blushed as she set a clear glass of orange juice and 2 blue pills on the nightstand behind me.

"Oh," I croaked out as I reached down for the cup.

The cool juice felt like heaven as it eased down my burning throat. I popped both pills into my mouth and gulped down the rest of the orange juice with them.

"Lay down," Paige instructed with a tired look on her face.

Instead of following her commands, I gently placed the glass back onto the table beside her bed and moved to grab her arm.

"Landon, you just told me that all those girls you used to sleep with were good lays, like I was to Ryan. I really just want you to lay down," she looked up at me from under her eyelashes, "please."

I nodded slightly and stepped backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed.

"Goodnight," Paige spoke again after I was under the comforter on her bed. I watched her walk out of the bedroom and dim the light before she shut the door.

When I woke the next morning, I could feel my pulse beating in my head. I was definitely going to need some more Advil. Paige's sleeping body was next to me and I realized that she was still in her clothes.

"Hey," I whispered as I poked her arm. She groaned loudly and turned around to face the wall.

"Paige," I tried again and pulled her shoulder lightly.

"What?" She mumbled and turned around to face me again. Her toothpaste scented breath blew into my face.

"Why aren't you in pajamas?" My head was pounding now and the light seeping in from her widow wasn't helping.

"I literally just got into bed like an hour ago," she groaned again and lifted herself from the bed, kicking her shoes off in the process.

"Why?" I questioned again.

"I was working," she stated simply, removing her shirt without bothering to move behind the divider.

"All night?" I pressed on.