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Chapter 14

Toby's hangover surprise

Normally the sun looks pretty in the early hours of the morning. Most people smile when they feel the sun streaming in through the window shining down on their face, but not today. The sun shining down on Toby's face wasn't so relaxing. In fact, it burned his eyes. When he woke up, it felt like forks stabbing through his eyes. His head feels like it was hit by a brick -several times. His face hurts too. Everything hurts right now.

The white comforter with a black flower design confirmed that he's not in his own bed. This isn't even his room. He's not in his apartment. Where is he and how did he get here? Though the smell lingering in the air does smell familiar. It smells like something sweet. Like French vanilla. Toby yawns and rolls over on his back. As his eyes began to focus, he noticed something all bundled up on the red chair across the room. He rubbed his eyes and saw that it is Spencer. Spencer is curled up on the red chair with a bluish/greenish blanket wrapped around her. She's the one who brought him home? Well, back to her home. His head began to flood with guilt. He can't remember anything that happened last night. He can't remember anything that's happened in the past two-three days really. It's all coming as a blur to him. There is one thing he does remember. He remembers going to school and making a total ass out of himself.

That's what provoked him to drink more. He felt so bad speaking the way he did to Spencer, that he just spent the next two days drinking and hoping that she would be coming to his door. Now, there she is curled up on her red chair while he lays in her bed after getting smashed the night before. She should be the one lying on her bed and he should be on the chair or the floor. Better yet, he should be sleeping outside on her front porch in the rain.

He looked back up when he heard something shift on the chair. Spencer is now awake and her eyes are on him. The sunlight shining in gave off a special gleam in her brown eyes.

"You're awake," she says. "How are you feeling?"

Toby groans and rubs his temple, "like a firework went off in my brain."

Spencer crawls off the end of the chair and walks over to sit next to him on the bed. Toby looks at her as she sits down.

"What am I doing here?" He asks.

"You were drunk last night, so it was either bring you here or to your apartment. Your apartment is farther and it would be harder to get you upstairs."

"I mean, why did you help me?"

"I couldn't just leave you passed out on the floor of the bar."

"I was going to stop after I finished my Tequila."

"Yeah you stopped with tequila then switched to vodka, then to whiskey. You were a total mess last night. There was no way I was going to leave you."

"What did I do?"

"I don't know. By the time I got there the bartender said that you've been there for eight to nine hours."

Toby rubs his hands down his face and sighs. Somebody probably saw him there and most likely took a picture. He wouldn't be surprised if this ends up in the news. He can see the headline now 'Air Toby Drunks Down.'

"Thanks for getting me out of there, Spence. I owe you."

She waves her hand in his direction.

"You don't owe me anything."

"What were you doing there last night?"

"I drove by and saw your truck and I wanted to see what else this crazy man was up to," she says with a smile.