Weekends

12- Hangovers and Hugging- D

My head was throbbing as I opened my eyes from my place on the bathroom floor. I'd apparently vomited all over the bathroom rug during the night. My phone was next to me in the trashcan, which was luckily empty.

I groaned and took my phone out of the trash and saw two very unfortunate things. 1) It was 11:25 and school started at 7:25, and 2) I had a bunch of messages from Brendon from an hour ago. I cursed myself for getting wasted on a Sunday and quickly responded to my new friend.

Punky_Dallonjw: Hey, I'm just not feeling well

Brenny_boy12: I hope you feel better

Punky_Dallonjw: Why'd you change your name back

Brenny_boy12: Oh I can fix it if you want

Punky_Dallonjw: No, it's okay

Punky_Dallonjw: Y'know, you didn't do anything wrong, and I'm in no way mad at you

Brenny_boy12: Thank you for telling me that. I was kind of freaking out

Dallonjw: You're still just a precious as you were yesterday, Brenny Boy

Brenny_boy12: And you're just as much of a punk, Dally Boy

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I ran up to the school, hoping that I had made it on time for chemistry, but by the time I'd reached the admin building, 20 minutes of class time had already passed. "Why're you late today, Mr. Weekes," the secretary asked me. "Um I had a headache. Can-can I go?" She nodded at me and wrote me a pass.
I took the piece of paper and sped through the halls to get to the science classroom as quickly as possible.

I burst through the door and everyone looked up at me as I panted and made my way over to the teacher's desk. "Have a seat, Dallon. It looks like your lab partner already finished the balancing equations pages that you were supposed to work on together," Ms. B told me, raising a tacky and unimpressed eyebrow at me.

I sat next to Brendon, and I could see his lips form a smile that he was trying to hide. "Hey there, Bren," I said, tapping on the table. He didn't look at me. "Brendon," I spoke in a sing-song voice. He bit his lip in an attempt to not laugh. "Brenny boy, why're you ignoring me?" I poked his side and saw him flinch at the light touch. "Hmm, is someone ticklish?" His eyes widened, and he stared down at the paper in front of him. "Brenny boy, are you ticklish," I asked again as I spun him around on his stool so he was facing me. He shook his head and smiled. "Are you lying to me, precious Brenny boy?" He stuck his tongue out at me and laughed. "How dare you?"

I made a move to touch his sides again, but he swatted my hands away, the look on his smug face, challenging me to continue. "Oh, so that's how you're gonna be, huh?" He shook his head and went to write something, but I stopped him. I sighed.

"I'm sorry that I was late and didn't tell you." I hugged him tightly against me. As soon as the shock of me hugging him wore off, he buried his face in my neck and hugged back. "Stupid Ryker had a party last night, and I got absolutely hammered. He had me try straight vodka, and I wound up drinking like half a bottle," I laughed a bit. He pushed me back lightly.

"You had alcohol?" I caught myself on the verge of laughter because of his innocence. I nodded. "Yeah, I have a terrible hangover, so that's why I was late and look like I got hit by a bus," I explained. He gave me a puzzled look. "What's a hangover? I don't know about stuff like that," he wrote. God, he's adorable. "It's where your body is like recovering from being wasted. You get a massive headache, sometimes vomit, light hurts your head. It sucks and makes you crave greasy food." He gave me a sad smile.

"I'm sorry that you don't feel well," he wrote. I shrugged, laughing a bit. "Spencer told me that he found me nearly unconscious in Ryker's kitchen sink." Brendon looked at me and laughed. It made my heart begin hammering against my chest. "Is there anything that will make your hangover better?" We both stood up so we could turn in the worksheet that Brendon had done in my absence. I smiled at him and didn't think before I spoke. "The only thing that could make my hangover better is for you to be happy." I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him back against me. He leaned his head back and looked at me, a grinning stretching across his face. "And a ton of greasy fast food, but that's not exactly available right now, is it?" Brendon shook his head and laughed.

We walked up to the teacher's desk and turned in the worksheet. I put the paper in the submission basket in the back of the room, and Brendon hit my hand quickly before turning and walking back to the lab station. I stood there in mock confusion, glaring at Brendon until he motioned for me to go back to our table.

I shook my head and mouthed the word 'no'. He rolled his eyes and came back over to me, pulling me back to our table like I was a child. He gave me a disapproving look. "First of all, you can't look at me like that, you're too small. Second, you hit me. I did nothing wrong." It was silent in the classroom for a brief moment before Brendon and I burst out laughing at my overdramatic hand gestures.

"You're an idiot," he adoringly wrote. "And you, my precious Brendon, are an intelligent young man," I told him, patting him on the head as he sat there, looking defeated by my compliment. "Now, I feel bad." I nodded at him. "As you should."