Yes No or Maybe

Joey

The next morning I wake up with the worst headache ever. My head pounds against my skull and I can barely take it. My stomach begins to churn and I feel nauseous. And I don't have any memory of the night before- the last thing I remember is ordering a bunch of drinks.
God, I regret it now.
I groan in sheer pain as I struggle to get out of bed. What the hell did I drink last night? Goddammit.
I somehow manage to sit up and throw the blanket that half covers me off of me. My head still pounds like hell.
Or maybe I'm just out of it.
I shrug to myself before attempting to stand up, only to fall back onto the bed. Fuck. There's a piercing pain in my head, which feels like needles poking at my brain and everything feels like... hell, to sum it up.
I groan again, loudly.
Yeah, I need Alfie.
With shaky hands, I reach over to my desk and grab my phone. I scroll through my contacts until I recognize Alfie's name and ring him up. I'm not in the mood for texting.
He picks up on the third ring and I hear him yawn loudly. Fuck, that's sexy. Shit.
"Hello?" his voice sounds groggy and husky, which is really, really hot, to be honest. God, I wish I was next to him on that bed.
Shit, Joey.
"Uh..." I begin, not knowing what to say. "I'm sort of having a mid-life crisis here. Huge hangover. And I need help..." I feel bad for asking but I kind of have to.
There's silence until he laughs into the phone. "Oh my God. I was waiting for this," he says, still laughing.
"Dick," I mumble, making sure it's loud enough for him to hear.
Alfie only laughs harder. "This is what you get. I warned you not to drink." God I can already hear the 'I told you so' in his voice.
"Whatever. Will you just co e and help me? Please?" I know hes going to tease me for begging later. Dammit.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure thing," he says, yawning once again before hanging up.
I lay back down onto my bed, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my head, and then I just stare at my ceiling. I think about a million different things, including Alfie.
I still want to be with Alfie
I'm still jealous of Lucas
It's still hard to believe that Alfie is in fact gay.
I guess I didn't change a bit.
The thought upsets me. I don't know why, but it does. I'm pathetic for feeling so jealous-for wanting my roommate so badly. Why'd I fall in love with Alfie anyway?
I don't get it myself.
I don't-
"You alive, mate?"
The sound of Alfie's voice brings me back to reality, and I sit up immediately, startled. "I... yeah. I'm alive, unfortunately," I joke, laughing hesitantly.
Only half jokes.
Alfie just smiles at me and walks over to my bed. He offers me a hand, which I take almost immediately, and pulls me up.
As soon as I get up, I feel nausea hit me "I'm going to-" I let go of Alfie's hand and hurry to my bathroom, where I wretch into the toilet.
I pretty much empty my stomach until it decides that there's nothing else to empty. I groan in disgust and flush the toilet, getting up of the floor.
This is disgusting, I decide, cringing.
"You okay," Alfie asks from the doorway.
I only nod hesitantly. "I'm fine... I need something to get rid of this bad headache." I bring my hand to my forehead and massage it lightly. "God, I regret drinking," I mumble to myself
Without even seeing his face, I can tell Alfie is enjoying himself. Dick.
"Uh, take a nice shower. That should help you feel a bit better. And ill get you something to eat, and maybe some paracetamol for that head ache," Alfie tells me, scratching his head as if he was thinking.
I smile at how caring he is, and just nod. "Thanks, Alfie. Love you." I say.
I swear he just tenses up; I'm probably just seeing things.
"Love you too," he finally says, smiling back before tuning to leave, leaving me alone in my bathroom.
It feels lonely without him. Wow, I'm getting way more attached than I already am.
I sigh to the empty room before taking off my shirt and toss into the hamper. Alfie insists that we become neater. Pfft. I strip off my pants before hopping into the shower.
Ugh. Headache.
I turn the faucet on, adjusting it so that it's a bit warmer than cold, and step under it.
It actually feels relaxing.
After I'm done showering, I manage to get to the kitchen on my own, where Alfie is preparing breakfast.
"Feeling better?" he asks once he notices me.
"Yeah. Much better," I tell him as I take a seat by our kitchen counter. "What's for breakfast?"
"Eggs and toast. Unless you want something else?" he raises an eyebrow as he places the food onto two plates.
I hate how he would change plans for me. To please anyone in general. I don't like that. I don't want him to please others if it's going to put pressure into him.
I shake my head. "It's fine," I say, smiling. And I thank him when he passes me the food. I can't stop smiling at him. He's just so great.
A second later, he hands me a glass of orange juice, to which I groan, "Orange juice?" I frown.
"It's good for the hangover," he responds, shrugging.
I sigh but drink it anyway. At least it's better than the hangover.
"So..." Alfie drawls, taking a bite of his eggs. "Heard that you're into men."
I nearly choke at his words. He knows. Fuck. When did he find out?
I open my mouth to say something- perhaps to deny it- but I don't see the point in that, so I just simply shrug. "Who'd you hear that from?" I ask trying to keep my cool.
But inside, I'm freaking out.
He knows.
He knows.
He knows.
But does he know about me crushing on him? Fuck.
"You."
My eyes widen at his response, and I'm about to say something when he continues, "From last night. When you were drunk, you spilled the beans." He smirks.
Dickhead.-
"How much did I tell you?" I question. It's important. What if Alfie knows?
"Just told me that you were in love with some guy. You didn't tell me a name." he seems disappointed, though I don't know why. Why would Alfie care, let alone be disappointed about such a thing?
Stupid me.
I let out a sigh of relief. At least he doesn't know about my little crush. Thank God.
"So, who is it?" Alfie pries, grinning. "Don't tell me it's Jamie."
I can't help but hold back laughter. "It's not Jamie, you dick," I tell him, rolling my eyes. "The guy I'm into is perfect."
"And Jamie isn't?"
While Alfie is just kidding around, the words hurt me. Jealousy.
Instead, I just shrug. "Maybe for Tasha, but not for me," I chuckle. "But seriously... dude this guy is fucking perfect." I tell him, ducking my head as I feel my face burn up.
Alfie is perfect.
"Tell me about him," Alfie says, smiling softly. "I'd like to know."
I want to. I want to tell him how perfect he is.
"Okay. Well, he's really gorgeous, for one. He has beautiful eyes as well. His laugh warms my heart and he knows how to make you feel better. Just the sight of him... is breath-taking," I say sheepishly. It feels weird talking to Alfie telling him all about himself.
Although, he doesn't know that I'm talking about him.
"He's just...amazing. God. He's perfect in my eyes."
"Have you told him yet?" Alfie suddenly asks.
There is something in his voice that I can't name. It's strange. It's like his voice wavered.
"I haven't, no. I'm scared. He has a boyfriend," I start to ramble. "God, I know he doesn't feel the same way."
"What makes you so sure?"
What?
"Joey, honestly, who wouldn't want to date you?"
There it is again. His voice fucking wavered. I don't understand.
I glance over at Alfie. He's staring down at the counter, his hands clenching against the wood. What the fuck?
"Honestly..." his voice trembles, and now I see.
There's something wet on the counter.
His tears.
Before I can even open my mouth to question him-to say something-Alfie runs off downstairs.
What was that?