Salvation

13 ∆ awkward

        ''She's good with metaphors.'' Matthew said as soon as we stepped into the living room, all eyes on us.

The night went on slowly, and at about 2am, Alex slurred he thought we should go home. Matthew stopped us, saying we shouldn't, because I wasn't able to drive and Alex was too intoxicated to do so. I was hoping we could get a cab and then Alex would come and pick his car the next day but apparently not under Matthew's supervising.

I remember saying a brief goodbye to a few guys that I had no idea of who where, because they arrived later while Matthew and I were on the rooftop talking, and then Ross took me to bed. I wasn't drunk, just insanely tired. He laid me down and I kicked my shoes off, wrapping the soft duvet around myself and falling asleep nearly immediately.

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The next morning I woke up with loud snoring and a squeezing sensation on my lower body. 

''Wha...'' I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus my vision, just to find Alex upside down on the double bed, hugging my legs, fast asleep. I sighed, shaking my legs lightly. ''Alex.'' I whispered. ''Aleeex.'' I said a bit louder, shaking my legs with more force. 

When I realized that wasn't going to do, I just found a way to leave bed not really being careful not to wake him, and grabbed my phone in my pocket. I checked myself on the frontal camera and as expected I looked like shit. I needed a trip to the bathroom, quickly. But what if I ran into someone in the corridor?

I tried waking up Alex again, so he'd be my backup, but still, nothing. I had to take the risk... alone.

Putting on my shoes, I checked if there were any sounds coming from outside. It seemed clear, so I went. Slowly at first, but then quickening my pace though the long corridor until I found the bathroom again.

Once I was finished I peered outside the door and, seeing the corridor was empty, made my way outside, hoping not to have any unpleasant encounters on my way down to the room I slept in. 

But I was in no such luck.

Just as I got to the end of the corridor, I heard the creaking of a door being opened and steps coming towards me. I slowly peered over my shoulder and Matthew smiled at me, saying a hoarse good morning. I could feel my face flushing as I scanned his half naked body -- he was wearing what I figured were his pyjamas: boxer shorts. 

''Morning.'' I mumbled, turning around to face him fully.

Without any warning whatsoever, his lanky arms were wrapped around me, pressing my face involuntarily against his bare chest in an awkward hug. Figuring I should, I hugged him back and waited for him to let go. But he didn't. 

He kissed my head and rested his chin on it, and I wondered for how long that'd last. 

Those were the two weirdest minutes of my life.

And gladly Daniel entered the corridor humming along to some song and stopped abruptly seeing us, asking if he was interrupting anything. Matthew let go and I fixed myself, mumbling a good morning while he spoke to Matthew and briefly looked at me. 

I took my chance to slip away and enter the bedroom; Alex was still asleep, but was not snoring, which could only mean he was nearly waking up. With a bit more of struggle I did wake him, hurrying him up to put on his clothes again so we could head home.

Yawning, sighing and cursing at me all at once, he did as told and we walked outside, down the corridor and into the kitchen, where we were met with pairs of curious eyes. Megan, Dan, Will, Ella, Matthew, George, Ross, Hann and three girls I was sure I wasn't introduced to last night.

We greeted them all and the firstly unknown girls were introduced as the others' girlfriends; George's was Catherine, Hann's was Maxi and Ross' was Camille.

After spending an awkward minute by the side of the conversation as I waited for Alex to get his memory back by talking to some of them, Matt came to me and stole my phone and quickly tapped something on the screen, which I found out were their numbers. I asked myself if he actually had all of their numbers imprinted on his mind, but didn't say anything.

He gave me back my phone smiling foolishly at me and I wondered what had made him change his mind so drastically. Less than 24 hours ago he was hating my guts, and now he was just being sweet. That was weird, and good. 

And at the time I couldn't realize, but it'd come to be bad, too.

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a/n sorry i havent updated in four hundred years i'm just tired