'Tis confusion!

drunk facebooking

I awoke hours later with a feeling of mild panic filling me- for a minute I had no idea where I was. I looked to the left of me. Q was stretched out on the couch, snoring softly. The empty rum bottle lay on its' side next to the coffee table- one of us must have knocked it over. I reached into my pocket for my phone to check the time. It wasn't there. The panicked feel came thundering back. I thought back to last night- where did I have it last? I ran my hand along the back seam of the couch, and my fingers grazed something small and cool to the touch. There it was. It probably fell out of my pocket when I passed out. I pulled it out and checked the screen. 7:22 a.m. I thought some more, trying to fill in the blanks of  the evening before. All I remembered was taking those last couple shots. I looked at my screen again, and something caught my eye. Somehow this had escaped me seconds before: A Facebook notification marching along the top of my screen alerted me to the -

"Thirty-six notifications?!" I shrieked. My outburst was loud enough to wake Q, who sat straight upright from his slumber. "Wha? What's the matter?"

I showed him my phone. "What the hell happened last night? What did I post that could have gotten me thirty-six notifications?" I opened Facebook and started poking around. Clicking on my profile, I raised my eyebrows when I got to my most recent status. "Oh god, I drunk Facebooked. I shouldn't have done that. I am NOT allowed on Facebook when I've been drinking, I knew something like this would happen one of these days..."

"Sweetie, what did you possibly post?" Q asked me gently. He reached out and took my phone from my hands, then read the status out loud:

"Chillin with BriAn Quinn fomr Impractical Jokers," Q read. " Dream come true, cant believe how cute and wonderful he iz. pklease don't let this be a dream." He glanced at me. I could see the blush start to creep on his face yet again.

"I'm so sorry. Really. By my count I've made you blush about six times since we met." I stood up and held my hand out for my phone. Q passed it over to me. "Honestly, it's fine. It's really nothing to apologize for."

"As long as you're sure about that..." I replied. "I'll be right back."

I headed to the bathroom, making sure to take my phone in with me. Once inside, I locked the door and looked at my Facebook status again, this time looking to read the comments.  Seven people had liked the status, and there were eight different comments, ranging from disbelief to "I'm so jealous!" I frowned. Fifteen of the notifications were taken care of, then...but where had the rest of the thirty-six come from? I clicked the notifications tab. Brian Quinn tagged you in a photo. Ohmygod. Right below that was another notice: Twenty of your friends like a picture you were tagged in. I was almost too scared to look, but I knew it had to be done. I clicked the link, and crossed my fingers.

Our two faces stared back at me. In the picture, Q had his arms wrapped around me, and had me close to his chest. I was staring into the camera, holding a beer in one hand. On my face was the biggest smile I'd ever seen. I almost looked like a cartoon character. I read the caption Q posted under the picture:

Chilling with this amazing girl tonight. Heads up to all you out there: Low-key is the way to go <3

I couldn't speak. I stared at the caption for what felt like an eternity, until it started to blur in front of my eyes. It was then I realized that I'd started to cry.  I had to admit defeat- I had fallen hard and fast for Q. And it seemed like he was starting to do the same for me.

I washed my face in the sink and headed back. Q was in the kitchen now, pouring food into Benjamin's bowl. Benjamin saw me come into the room and raced over to me, twisting his body between my feet and tickling my ankles with his soft fur.