Marrying The Guy I Hate

XII: Hangovers and Friendship

Clarence was repeatedly cursing as he set the coffee maker on. While he was waiting, brewing the coffee for Melody to help her sober, he tried clearing out his head and remove himself from the 'hard' situation he was in. He was exasperatedly blaming his instinct as a man. And it being weak at the moment.

Where is this even coming from? He asked. How in a million possibility was it even possible for him to feel this towards her? Melody is like an overly annoying sister who constantly did nothing but to piss him off or ignore him as if he never existed. Well he could say that he himself is equally annoying for her too. Their relationship could be nothing but platonic. And now here's this "sexual attraction" highly putting him off guard. Well, damn with the manly instinct and its weakness.

He paced back and forth a couple of times doing a heavy breathing technique to concentrate. None of it helped. Might it be because of the martini he drank a while ago at the bar? Hell, but he was dead sober to even blame it on the liquor. Dragful as it is his last resolve would be a cold shower.

Bracing himself, he strode towards the living room with Melody's Eiffel tower mug full of black coffee.

He found Melody there sitting on the couch singing along with some upbeat song from her iphone. It was a familiar song but he wasn't that interested to recall what the song was.

"Here."

He almost shove the mug right in front of her face but Melody didn't made any complaint with the rude act. Of course she was still in a giddy state to even bother.

"Thankie Clarie!"

She half-shouted half-giggled, yet  again with that childish tone of hers. It's somewhat starting to sound more and more annoying to him.

At least she didn't noticed. He could have thanked his skinny jeans for making the bulge less noticeable if only it didn't felt too tight that it almost gave an agonizing ache.

Now aiming for his final escape, he abruptly turned to his heals heading for the safely of his room and a cold relaxing shower.

"Good night. Gotta go to bed, need to err... prepare pending papers at work early tomorrow."

He almost doubted she'd believe his excuse. But then he shook the worry off, she's still drunk so screw it, she'll be easily persuaded right now any way.

"Good night too, Clarie!"

She giggled and he was almost happy that he was able to escape the awkward occurrence on his part.

But halfway through the stairs he heard Melody continue with,

"Say hi to mini Clarence for me too!"

And then came more audible giggles ringing across the living room.

"Shit." He felt as if he was a teenage boy who was busted. To add things up she even hit his ego by referring it again with the term 'mini'. He could have been more than annoyed if he wasn't self-assured enough that it wasn't true.

He grunted with frustration. How is he going to explain things to Melody when he himself doesn't have a grasp of what was happening to him as well?

He tried setting aside his own question. At the time being, he has a much important matter to deal with. He'd explain everything to her the next day and hoped he'd be able to save his face.

Now he's more than one hundred about it. Letting Melody get drunk is definitely one hell of a bad idea.

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Melody woke up the next day with a rather crumbled feeling she wa

isn't familiar of. She ventured her memory even in her sleepy state. It turned out to be a heavy choir to recall everything last night.