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Chapter 11

          I dont know why I particularly hated seeing other people drunk or hungover I guess it was a little...depressing. When I was 6 I watched my mother drink an entire bottle of wine after her cousin Barbara died in a car accident.
I of course was sad by her death. My mother, drunk off of cheap red wine, offered me hugs, kisses and comforted me. Something she hadnt done since before Emily was born. I thought I had my old mother back. But then came the hangover, my mom ushered me out of rooms refusing me to be by her side, she yelled at me to be quiet and almost knocked me down the stairs trying to push past me.
I didnt allow myself to get hungover bad, I didnt want to go through that pain. But I still would prefer hungover-mother to how she is now, because at least she paid attention to me even if it wasn't positive.

I awoke to a soft knock on the door.
                 Knock Knock
      I raised my head, eyes half closed and looked at my alarm clock. 
                    3:35 am.
      I feel my head fall back onto the pillow. Its probably just my dad getting home from work, he usually peeks into my room to tell me hes home.
                  KNOCK KNOCK
     "Alrighty d'im up one secondz," I slurred half asleep as I threw the thin blanket off of me and stood up. Stumbling a bit I opened the door, immediately a just barely visible hand shot out of the darkness and flicked the light switch on.
          I screwed my eyes shut and took a step back. I rubbed my eyes too damn bright. Too damn early. When I could atlast see straight I looked back at the door. Standing in the doorway, hand still gripping the light switch was Patrick. His hair fell over his face in messy curls and his clothes were wrinkled and he too, looked tired.
      "You look a lil hungover there Patrick," I say, almost scoffing at the word 'hungover'.
"Im sorry," He said. I raised an eyebrow, not used to hearing those words come out of his mouth.
"Sorry for what?" I asked, trying to decide whether or not he was genuine.
"Im sorry for being in a bad mood. Im sorry for drinking all your alcohol. Im sorry for being drunk. Im sorry for making a move on you while drunk,"
I raised a hand to my chin pretending to think about whether or not to accept his apology, after all I was gonna get into deep shit for all the alcohol being gone.
"Look I know you like me," he took a step forward, his hand sliding off the light switch almost turning the lights off.
I fold my hands over my chest. I turn around to hide the blush on my face. He is awful cocky. I felt his arms wrap around my shoulders and his head touch my neck. His breath smells faintly of alcohol.
"And I like you too, but im an asshole and if I do stuff to piss you off tell me. Please. I dont want to lose you," He stood up and grabbed my shoulders spinning me around to face him. His eyes were red and didnt have the same hollow look they always held. Now there was emotion. Was it fear? (To lose me) or something else entirely that I didnt understand?
I stayed silent not knowing what to say. He blinked slowly.
"Say something," He whispered.
"I-I," I couldn't get the words out. No matter how hard I tried they got lost in the passage from my brain to my mouth. He smiled a little and he saw the blush on my face grow and grow.
"Your starting to look like a tomato," He continued to whisper. He placed his hands on my bottom of my jaw and pulled his face closer to mine.
"I love you y/n," before I could say anything he placed his lips to mine. It started as a soft light almost hesitant kiss before it morphed into a rough one. I pulled back almost gasping for air.
"I-I love you too," He smiled as I said this relief in his eyes. He pushed me back onto my bed. We kissed a bit more until I realized it was almost 4 in the morning and I was incredibly tired. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I wrapped an arm around his waist, my head resting on his heart. I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Precisely 2 hours later my dad came home and kicked Patrick out. I am now grounded for a week.