Sophomore Year

I Ship It & The Talk

Nick's POV:
I sprint home to make it there before Matt. He sounded trashed and I wanted to have some things ready so he could cure his hangover in comfort. I get there just in time. I make his bed super comfy and fasten the curtains so his room is dark. I put the air conditioning on and it's looking pretty comfy. Then I walk down the street towards Cecelia's to find him. I see him sitting on a bench down the street. He looked kind of fucked. I sat next to him and he was shocked to see me, there was no doubt he was still drunk.
   I put my arm around him and he said: "I don't know if I fucked her. I don't know if I'm drunk. I don't know where to go". I responded by saying: "I know the answer to the last two, Matt. You're definitely still drunk, even if you don't feel it, and you're coming home with me. Okay?" He nodded his head and I helped him up. Even when shitfaced and hungover, Matt still manages to be cute. He put his head in my shoulder as we walked and I put my are around him for support. He looked at my neck and giggled: "nice hickey, Nick, I wonder who gave you that?" He laughed, I laughed. "You know, Matt, you know exactly who", I said, which made him laugh. Finally, we were home.
   "Until I know you're completely fine, Matt, I'm gonna be in you bed with you, okay?" I say. "Yeah, that's fine. I feel like dying. Even more than usual" He says. We both laugh. He then says: "Nick, can you help me get my clothes off? I don't feel like moving". I say: "Sure, I don't mind", as I take his clothes off. First the shirt, then the shoes and socks, then the pants. It's a usual sight seeing him in his underwear but this time he's hard. He looks down and says: "whoops, that just happened. Am I bigger than Jack?" He laughs. I say: "yeah, you actually are, that's a good size".

Matt's POV:
Well fuck. Here I am, hard as a rock, drunk as a skunk, in front of my Czech exchange student who just complemented the size of my lower region. I am not prepared for this. Nothing has prepared me for anything like this. I'm drunk and don't really know what to do or think so I tell him to get the vodka. We drink and drink. I don't really remember much after that. I remember Nick saying some funny and crazy shit. Then things got crazy, I think.
   He kissed me and I said: "Am I a better kisser than Jack?" And laughed. He responded by sweetly saying: "We can work on it". At this point I was too drunk to care and I don't really remember the rest. I like to think I'm open minded but I was kind of confused and uncomfortable when I woke up completely naked...next to a naked Nick, passed out with his head on my shoulder. Is this just a new trend in my life? Getting drunk and not having any recollection of anything happening? If so, I'm fucked.

Jack's POV:
Nick left, I already miss him so much. I want him by my side all the time. All I want to do is be with him. Now that he's out of the house, I decided to make some brunch. It eat up and then text Jessica. I text: "hey. Let's talk. You free?", she responds with: "sure. What's going on?" I say: "Can we just FaceTime? It's kinda personal." We FaceTime and I see in the background that Keri is sobbing. I wonder why. I say: "hey! It's been a while! How've you been?" She says: "good, I guess. How about you?" "I've been pretty well": I respond.
    I then say: "I had fun with you...but I don't know how to say this. Do you still want to be a thing?" She says: "I mean, we hardly see each other. Sure I had fun with you but why do you bring this up?" I decide to be upfront with her: "I think I may have found someone else". She looks shocked, she says in a calm manner: "What's her name...Jack?" She seems pretty angry. I say: "Let's say, in some unrelated tangent, that it's not her name but his name. How would you feel?" "Better...I guess. Did you meet a guy?" She says in a questioning manner. "If I did, would that be okay?": I say. "Jack, I get it. It's obvious now, go figure out your life. Be your best you, okay?" She says. I smile and say: "can we keep talking?" She says: "of course, you can always talk to me if you need someone". Did I just come out to someone? Then again, do I like guys or is he just an exception? I have so much to figure out.

Jessica's POV:
"Who was that" Keri said as she sniffled from crying. "Oh, nobody of importance right now. Don't worry" I say. "So do you know if they did anything at Cecelia's?" I continue. Keri, who's pretty distraught over seeing Cecelia's streak message says: "no, all I saw was Matt, passed out on her sofa with vodka. But who's to say she didn't do anything to him while he was passed out? That seems to be a trend with him".  She had a very good point.
    "Here, let's get something in you. You feel better on a full stomach" I say. "Do you have soup?" Keri says. I say: "I'll get the chicken noodle soup started and the booze ready, you get started on the Netflix, okay?" This was gonna be a midweek girl's day...and probably night too.