The next day you woke up feeling absolutely horrible *stupid hangovers* You didn't want to go to work or do anything...let alone get out of bed.
Suddenly, your door burst opened and in popped Jen and suddenly memories from last night hit you hard.
She had left you!!
"(y/n)...i'm so sorry for leaving you last--" she took another look at you, "(y/n), are you okay? you don't look too good."
"Hangover," was all i had to mutter and she just nodded.
"Anyway i'm so sorry for leaving! Nick called and said that Bear was having some issues so i had to leave right away and i felt horrible so i told sebastian to make sure you got home okay..." she explained.
You just stayed in bed, staring blankly at the wall.
"Come on, get up! the hangover will pass eventually!" she said.
"I can't face him," you said softly- although your memories were hazy, one was significantly clear and you wanted to go hide in the closet.
"Face who?" she asked, walking over and sitting on the bed.
"Well...i don't remember much about yesterday...i just remember bringing this hot guy named chris back here and we were making out and he had taken off my shirt and just as we get into the bedroom...Sebastian was there," you mumbled, mortified of the memories.
"And you can't face him because...?" she asked.
"Are you kidding me?! First of all, i was just wearing my bra on the top and he SAW me. Second of all, I was making out with another dude!!" you said, exasperated.
"Why should the making out part be a problem? You're the one who likes him, not the other way around..."
she was just stating facts but her words hurt.
But she was right...why should it be a problem when sebastian doesn't even like me? you thought.
But you wanted sebastian...not chris.
"Plus, you don't even see him at work," she said.
"Sometimes he drops by," you commented.
"Whatever, come on!" she encouraged.
"Fine," you replied, getting out of bed.
***
You woke up on the fourth of july early. Sebastian had texted you that he would be over at 8:30 to pick you up to head to the parade. You got ready- putting on some cute red, while and blue shorts with a white tank top. You also had flag sunglasses that you put on the top of your head because you wouldn't need them right now. You applied your makeup and was putting on red lipstick right as you heard a pound on your door.
It was 8:30.
He was here.
You felt your stomach do a flip as you carried your lipstick with you while going to get the door. You opened it up and there stood sebastian. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him *you hadn't seen him since the whole chris thing.* He was wearing a flag shirt and blue shorts. His hair was the best kind of messy- you just wanted to run your fingers through it.
"Hey! Happy fourth!" he said with a smile.
He looked at your outfit, and you could have sworn his eyes lingered on your chest. Then, he looked into your eyes with a smile and, did you imagine it, or did his eyes flicked to your lips? You decided to use this.
"Hey sebastian! Does my lipstick look alright?" you asked.
His eyes immediately looked.
"Yes, (y/n), it looks great. Are you ready to go? i have a great day in store for us!"
"Oh yeah sure...i'm just gonna go get my purse be right back..." you said and ran back to your bedroom.
You checked yourself one more time in the mirror, closed up your lipstick and shoved it into your purse, swinging it over your shoulder.
Then you headed back to where sebastian was standing awkwardly in the doorway.
"Okay. I'm ready."
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