I woke up to being nudged gently by (y/n). I opened my eyes slowly. I muttered something even I couldn't understand and sat up. "You passed out before anything happened." she said softly.I noted that I was completely shirtless and probably not looking like a million bucks. "I kinda put you in bed...and I slept on the couch." She had a look of sincerity on her face. "I cleaned up, too. There were a lot of red solo cups...and...look, it was a real mess, but I cleaned it up." I didn't really have anything to say. Too many mixed emotions. "Look, I made a mistake by coming over here. I was upset that you were having a party without me and I let my feelings get the best of me. It's gonna take more than 6 months for me to totally grieve and get over the death of our friendship." I felt pretty shitty about the whole situation. "Well, I'll be going...and I'll try to resist crashing another one of your parties." My throat was bone dry from all the booze, but my mind was totally clear. "Wait." I said. She stopped and looked at me, surprised that I spoke to her. "Look...I miss you, too. This whole thing with us not being friends, it's...not right. I wish like hell we'd never dated...I wish like hell none of the negatives happened, but...I'm on better terms with Asmoday than I've ever been...I'm doing well overall...but, there's something missing. It's your friendship. You and I are crazy...and, well, look...I'm not good at this. Let's be friends again." She seemed stuck in time, but she accepted my hail Mary attempt at getting our friendship back. She tackled me hard enough to bruise something, I'm sure. "Easy..." I said, pushing her off. "Sorry... I would've left last night, but after that kiss...I just had to stay and talk to you." "Kiss?" I asked. She looked hurt. "You don't remember?" she asked. "(Y/N), I was blitzed last night. I remember everything from when I was sober...but...not really anything else." She seemed hurt, but understanding. "I believe you. I mean, I..." I looked at her face more closely. "Jesus, what the fuck happened to your face?" She touched her face. "You punched me." she said. I put my head in my hands. "I what?" I asked. "You really don't remember. I came...I found you on the balcony, and I touched your shoulder after you told me to leave you alone. I had it coming. We fought for a bit, and you held me off the balcony...and threatened to drop me...but you didn't...we kissed...you led me to your room, started screaming about Matt Damon needing to kill himself, then you went off about something in Aramaic, then you passed out." "I fucking hate Matt Damon. I hope he does die and I don't care how it happens. Suicide or homicide, anything that would kill the bastard would be fine-icide with me. I'd take him out myself, but, he's just so guarded all the time. Wait, I held you off the balcony?" "Yeah, but I'm more interested in this Matt Damon thing. What did he ever do to you?" "It's a long story and a complicated matter. Why the fuck...I'm sorry. I'm sorry for beating you up and threatening to drop you off the balcony...wow..." "I hit back if it makes you feel better. Check the mirror." I looked at myself and saw a bruise under my eye. "Nice handiwork. I've taught you well." she laughed. I have missed that airy laugh of hers. "We really are crazy. Not the funny, oddball type of crazy either. We're certifiably insane...there's really no reason that either of us are walking free right now other than me being really damn good at getting rid of evidence." She put her hand over mine. "I don't mind that. We're like superheroes...ridding the world of boredom...and a few shitty people here and there." I laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could see it that way."I looked away. "You know...I don't remember kissing you last night...but I'll remember it today." I gave her a gentle kiss that seemed to last forever. She blushed like she did the first time we kissed...that seems like it was so long ago. "You're funny, you know." she said. "I've heard that about a million times...but that wasn't a joke." "Not what I meant. You're such a mixed bag...you're like blood on white roses...so beautiful and yet so scary." I chuckled. "You've always had a way with words." I hugged her close. "So...rain today. Our kind of weather...what'll it be? Food? Movies? You name it." "Actually, this is kinda nice. I miss sleeping beside you...you know I hardly ever used that room you gave me." I thought about it. "So...your room...it's...vacant." She looked a bit worried. "We're both still healing from all this animosity. I'll come back...but...not yet." Good idea. "Sounds like a plan. Where are you at these days? Still sleeping on Mark's couch?" "Nope. I'm with an old sorority sister. She has a friend who owns this cute little house and I'm living in the basement." "Sounds nice...but let's be real, you love this place...and I want you here." She curled up against me, and by instinct I pulled her even tighter against me. "You know, I'm tempted to take you out tonight...just me, you, and a shitload of booze." she laughed. "Didn't get enough alcohol last night?" she teased. "Eh, it's more or less that I miss partying with you." I replied. "It's been months, you know." she contemplated my offer before gleefully accepting. "Tonight should prove interesting. We're back in business..." I said. "I can't wait to see what you have up your sleeve." she replied.
We have reached the end of yet another book. See you in the next one.
