Falling For Mr. Sundae | ✔

10. Drunk Dial

I was jolted awake when someone's foot pressed against my butt. The foot belonged to Bobby who was stretched out on the couch asleep, using Ariel's thighs as a pillow. Melanie was lucky to have the far end of the sectional to herself.

Groggy, cotton mouth, head throbbing. I'd skipped over many of the normal friend milestones and went straight to getting shitfaced with them. I felt gross and I knew if I sat up it'd only bring on a sharp zap of pain in my head and a bout of vertigo.

I adjusted myself, trying to get more comfortable. That's when I noticed the pair of jean clad legs underneath me. Bobby wasn't the only one using someone as a human pillow.

The upper half of my body was flung across Julian's legs and torso while I rested my head on the arm rest, trapping him in like a seat belt.

I needed to move.

Bobby moved again, his clammy, desperately in need of a pedicure foot now in my lap.

I definitely needed to move.

Careful not to wake him, I peeled myself off of Julian. That side of my body was damp with sweat. I've woken up after a night of partying a few time, but this had to be the most embarrassed I've ever felt. Thankful no one was awake at the moment.

Once I was out of Julian's lap I collapsed against the back of the couch, the throbbing in my head starting up. Through tired eyes I tried to make out the numbers on the cable box. 12:43pm.

Shit. When I told my dad I'd be home late I didn't mean this late. Thinking of the punishment that waited for me at home only made the thumping in my brain worse.

A deep groan left my throat as I lifted Bobby's leg up and slid underneath it, dropping it back down on the couch where I once was.

Just as I suspected a wave of dizziness hit me. That, mixed with the heavy, prickly feeling in my legs from sleeping in an upright position, sent me crashing down onto Julian's lap.

My efforts not to wake him were wasted. His brown eyes were wide opened and confused as he looked at the hot mess that just landed on him.

"I fell," I explained, taking a long, slow blink.

He didn't say anything, the crease in his forehead deepened like he was trying to figure out if this was actually happening or if it was a dream. Unfortunately for me it was very, very real.

There was movement in my stomach and I knew what was coming next. "Bathroom?"

He blinked out of his haze and pointed. "Down the hall," he replied in a gravely morning voice.

I got up, pushing through the dizziness and weak legs to get to the bathroom in time. I'd already lost my mind and got drunk, I didn't want to throw up all over Melanie's house too.

As soon as I pulled up the toilet lid the contents of my stomach forced their way up. The toilet was filled with pink and tiny bits of popcorn. I'm sure my dignity was somewhere in there as well.

When I finally emerged from the bathroom I stumbled down the hallway back to the living room, nearly knocking a large painting off the wall.

Everyone was still knocked out, except Julian who was missing from his spot on the couch.

I tried to locate my shoes and purse in the mess of popcorn and throw pillows. Every time I bent forward I got a head rush that almost floored me. I'm never drinking again. It's not worth it.

"Leaving?" Julian appeared in the archway while I was slipping my feet into my flats.

I nodded. "Time for the walk of shame."