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claudia's pov

my eyes slightly twitched as i slowly peeled them open. i groaned once my eyes focused on the sunlight directly in front of me. my head ached and my stomach churned. wow i felt like complete shit.

i turned in the bed to the other side, closing my eyes slowly. wait. where am i? my eyes shot open as i glanced around, realizing i was in justin's bed. uh? i quickly checked under the covers. my clothes were still on.

"you're up." i heard justin call out from the bathroom as he walked in the room.

"yeah." i croaked.

"w-what happened last night?" i burped.

"well." he came over and sat on the bed next to me.

i furrowed my eyebrows as my eyes focused on him.

"oh no...oh no we didn't have-" i started.

"no no." he quickly interrupted.

"you just uh-drank a lot and got a little crazy and made out with a guy or guys i don't really know...and-"

"fuck that wasn't a dream?" i gasped. "agh my head." i hissed.

"yeah that was real." he chuckled.

"oh my god the dancing on the table! that was real too. oh my god." i covered my face in embarrassment."

"yeah i heard about that..." justin awkwardly spoke.

"anyways when you're ready there's a pair of clothes in the bathroom and ill be downstairs making waffles." he smiled as he ran his hair through his hair.

"thank you justin you didn't have to-"

"its all good." he chuckled. "so uh do you mind if i talk to you about something?" he asked as he moved closer towards me.

i furrowed my eyebrows and nodded slightly, confused of what there is to talk about.

"so last night, maddie told me-"

i instantly remembered why i drank so much. shot after shot. crying, lots of crying.

"oh god no no it's fine justin forget about it it's not a big deal-"

"not a big deal? claudia i care about you. i'm sorry i hurt you like that i didn't know-"

"it's okay justin really i'm completely fine can we just forget about it, please?" i sighed.

"i'm sorry claudia i can't." he grabbed my hand. "because i feel the same way."

i widened my eyes in shock as i stared into his wide caramel eyes. my heart skipped a beat as he rubbed his thumb in circular motions on my palm, making my hands feel unsteady.

"y-you do?" i squeaked.

he nodded slowly.

"i always have." he breathed.

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