Icy - John Mulaney x OC

6 -Maybe I Should Come Out Of My Shell For Onc-NEVERMIND

I didn't talk very long with John before I passed out on his couch. I woke up the next morning with a horrible headache and a bunch of messages from Laura. I got my phone, which John had plugged in for me while I was asleep, and winced a little at the light as I turned it on.

From Laura💕: Arw you dead!!?/???//

From Laura💕: Hey anwser me!!

From Laura💕: Are yuo busy with john and thats why your not

From Laura💕: I just texyed john, he says your asleep so ill stop now

I sighed, squinting at the texts.

To Laura💕: I'm fine. I slept over at John's.

I set the phone down and flopped back on the couch. I felt like shit. I was laying there for about 20 minutes before John came out from his bedroom. I sat up quickly, probably too quickly, and got really dizzy. 

"How are you feeling?" Asked John.

I held my head in my hand. "I'm fine." I said.

John smiled. "I doubt it," he said, disappearing into the kitchen. He came out a second later with a glass of juice. "Here."

I took it, mumbled my thanks, and drank it. 

John smiled and sat down beside me, and I leaned onto his shoulder. "I feel like shit." I said. 

He smiled sympathetically. "Do you want to use my shower? I'll give you some of my clothes too, but I can't guarantee they'll fit."

The did not fit. I walked out of the bathroom. I mean, they weren't too loose or to tight, it was just... "You're a lot taller than me." I commented. 

John looked up and nearly dropped his spatula. "Charlie, that's... yeah. I never thought of how short you were before. It doesn't... It doesn't look bad though."

I laughed. "Thanks." I walked over and peered over his shoulder.

"I'm making you breakfast." He said.

"Oh! You don't have to, last night was already trouble enough!" I exclaimed.

John turned around to look at me and smiled. "It's fine, i'm happy to help you."

I smiled back. "... Alright." I said. "Thank you." We stood there for a moment, not entirely sure what to do. He was really close. "So what is it?" I asked, referring to the food he was making.

He glanced at my lips before answering. Did I have something in my teeth? "It's bacon, eggs, and crepes." He said.

I nodded, scratching my face so I could check my teeth to make sure nothing was there. "Do you eat this well often?" I asked once I was sure I was good.

John turned back to the food, shaking his head. "No, but I figured I should actually cook, to help with your hangover."

"Oh, thanks." I said, sitting on a stool on the kitchen. I scrolled through Twitter until John sat down next to me and set a plate in front of me. The good looked really good. I expressed this to John and he smiled and thanked me.

After I finished, I took the plate to the sink and washed it, despite John insisting he would do it himself. He washed his own plate. 

"So... I should probably go." i said, going to the living room to gather my stuff.

"You could," John started. "Or..."

"Or?" I asked, still gathering my things.

"Do you have work toady?" He asked.