what do you call this kind of thing

Morning coffee...or afternoon coffee

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Holy shit oml the new season of x Nation is out and I'm already done with it

Johnnies p.o.v.

After Kyle went home last night, I played video games for a while, thinking about filming a video. Nat hasn't texted back for a while, but he's on set, so he's probably working. I head to bed on an empty stomach, and feeling kind of sick. It's almost three AM. I wonder if Nat is sleeping yet.
We haven't been texting very much, and calling even less.
I'm laying in bed, almost asleep, imagining that Nat is here with me, when my phone starts ringing. I groan and roll over, to find that Nats calling. It's freaking 4 am. Worry hits me immediately. I answer.
"Hey."
There's silence, for a moment, then a sniffin sound.
"I'm in a taxiiiiiii..." Nat says, obviously on something. Shit. Probably drunk. I hear someone else say something. Who's with him?
"Nat, are you ok?"
"Yeahhhhsh... I'm going to my hotel." He slurs. I sigh.
"Ok. Why were you calling?"
"Uh, I dunno. I mean is do know but I can't tell you." He says slowly. I'm not sure if I should be concerned or if he's just drunk and doesn't know what he's talking about. "We're at my hotel nowww, I gotta go." We?
"Who's with you?" I ask, just as the line disconnects. Ugh. I'm so tiered, but now the worry is waking me up. I call back.
He doesn't answer. I decide to send a text. I'm too tiered to be properly worried.
Hey. I hope everything is ok. Call me in the morning.
Then I go back to sleep.

Nats p.o.v.

I have a text from Johnnie, asking if I'm ok. What did I do? I can't call him yet...what if James wakes up? I need to wake up James. I rub his shoulder gently, whispering
"Hey, wake up."honestly, he looks so cute sleeping. I shouldn't be thinking that. Ugh. He sits up quickly, looking around. He looks over at me with a deer in the headlights look on his face. I almost laugh, because he looks so cute and funny, but then I remember that I'm in bed with him and I don't know how I got here.
"Uh...hi..." he says. Then he looks even more shook, and quickly looks under the covers, and then turns very red. Shit! I didn't even think to check if I had pants on....and I don't... but I do have underwear on I guess that's better than nothing.
"Um..." we sit in an awkward silence for a moment.
" what did we do?" He asks quickly. Fuck. He doesn't remember either.
"I don't know. I had way to much to drink...I, Uh... do you think we...?"
He shakes his head. "I really don't know."
Well shit.
He gets out from under the covers, and sits up cross legged next to me. I'm at a loss for words. Did we fuck?
"So, um...this is awkward." He says, looking over at me.
"Yeah....um, if we did like, you know, Uh," I start, but he cuts me off with a sigh,
"I'm not going to say anything to Johnnie." Relief goes through me, and then guilt, then shame.
"Thanks."
The awkward silence gets worse. I look over at him, his yellow hair messy and his expression a bit embarrassed and... disappointed?
"Have you ever, um.....not remembered like, uhhh,... doing it." I ask him. He looks down and blushes. Wait....was he...?
"Um..I'm a virgin. I mean, I was..."he turns even more red. "I mean, I might still be?" Fuck. He runs a hand through his hair.i need to make this less awkward."So... should we just pretend this didn't happen or what?" He asks, glancing over at me. More like at my lips, which makes me look at his...which are quite nice. FUCK, stop it brain. Do not sexualize this, I think. That thought almost makes me laugh at loud. Don't sexualize waking up in bed pantsless with a guy. Funny joke.
"Um... unless one of remembers I think maybe that would be best." I reply hesitantly. Well, there goes the one friendship I almost had.
"Do you still want to be like, friends, or would that just be awkward...?"He says, as if he's read my mind.
"Yeah, we can still be friends." I smile and look over at him. He looks less worried now. "Do you want to go get a coffee?" I ask.
"Yeah."

We agree to meet at the coffee place in an hour, so he can go change at his hotel. While he's gone, I call Johnnie. It's around 4, s he should be awake. I'm so nervous. I don't know if I should just tell him, but if I do I want it to be in person, so I can make sure he doesn't do anything to himself.
He picks up on the second ring.
"Hey."
"Hey. What happened last night." He asks, going straight at it. Fuck.
"I Uh, had a bit to drink..."
"No shit." Is he mad? My heart is pounding. "What happened though? You called me totally wasted saying you needed to tell me something, and then hung up saying you got to your hotel." I have no memory of this whatsoever.
"Uh, Yeah. I was out at this party..." mention James, or not? I decide to not. "It was just a block party that a guy from the cast invited me to... I got a cab and went home after I'd had too much to drink... I don't remember what I was going to tell you. " the lies come out easily, surprising even myself. I hope it's believable enough.

It's seems to be so, because after making sure I'm really ok, we hang up, and I'm on my way to the Starbucks two blocks away.

How am I gonna make this right with James, and find a way to tell Johnnie? Obviously something had to have happened. You don't just end up in bed in underwear with a hot guy after being black out drunk and not did anything with him. I worry the whole way there, walking. The sun is too bright for my hangover. I thought is was supposed to rain in Seattle but it's been awkwardly warm The Whole time Ive been here.

I get to the coffee shop and see James already sitting at a booth with coffee. I sit across from him.
"Hi."
"Hey." H smiles, and it's adorable.

James p.o.v.

Nat sits across from me, looking mysterious and troubled. Because of me. And honestly, I remember everything.