Wherever You Will Go

Chapter 7- Did We?

{Dianne}
All I know is that I've woken up in a room that isn't mine, in a T-shirt that definitely isn't mine, with my dress and shoes from last night next to me on the floor. Shit. Not that it mattered if anything had happened, particularly. I've been on birth control for around two years now anyway, so at least there was that. It's more the fact that I can't remember any of it. Actually, I can't remember anything past the time of around 11, but I know that I was still downstairs at the party at that point. Double shit.

The strangest thing is that I know the smell surrounding me. Only then does it dawn on me. Joe. I'm definitely in Joe's room, I think. Tugging at the memories circling round in my head I manage to put together a small recollection of what happened last night. After the guy from the desk talked to me I went to Joe again, and we stayed down for a couple more hours. For some reason I came here instead of going to my room, and everything from there is black. Obviously it is. Why wouldn't it be.

Sitting up, I see him by the coffee machine, confirming my suspicions of whose room I'm in. Joe's.

"Morning gorgeous." He just called me gorgeous.
"Morning." I smile back.
"Sleep well?"
"Yeah, actually. Really well."
"Does your head hurt at all?"
I think for a second,
"No actually, it really doesn't."
He groans,
"Well mine kills- do you want coffee?"
"Is that even a question at this time in a morning?"
Joe chuckles a little and turns round to make me a coffee when I realise I still don't know how I'm here.

"Joe, about last night, I can't remember anything at all. We didn't...?"
"No..." he chuckles, "You really can't remember anything?"
Biting my lip I shake my head.
"You really think we'd do that with you that drunk? Or drunk at all for that matter?" He sighs and carries on, "When we got up here last night you were fine and we were talking, and then suddenly all the drink hit you at once and you became seriously drunk. It was like someone had flicked a switch."
I groan at this, "I'm sorry, how bad was I?"
"Actually you weren't that bad. I've seen worse trust me. But it's time for me to say sorry though."
"Why Joe, what did you do...?"
"I had to get you changed... you'd kind of fallen asleep and wouldn't wake up, and I couldn't leave you to sleep in that." He points to my dress from the night before that's folded neatly next to the bed. That explains the T-shirt then. Shrugging I turn to face him again,
"I don't mind. Um, thank you. For looking after me. A lot of guys wouldn't have."
Joe rolls his eyes,
"Well I'm not 'a lot of guys' am I." His hand brushes my knee, causing me to recoil from the sudden electricity.
"What?" He asks.
"Nothing..." Biting my lip, I lean towards him, eyes occasionally flicking to his lips. I'm not 100% sure this should be happening, and I'm even less sure that he's sure. But I'm going with it.

{Joe}
"That was... intense." I mutter as we break apart, both breathing slightly heavier than usual.
"Yeah... sorry." Di looks down at the floor again. I've realised she has a habit of doing that. Tilting her chin up so she's looking at me again I lean towards her so my lips brush her ear when I speak again,
"Don't you ever be sorry for kissing me Reddo. Especially if it's going to be like that."
She blushes a little, before jumping off the bed.
"Right. I'm running to my room, grabbing my stuff, coming back here to get ready and by then it should be, what? About 8:15? That means we have an hour and 45 to do whatever we want..." she adds a little wink here, "...before we go and find out where we're living for the next six months."
Her last few words hang in the air. Neither of us say what the other is thinking, but it's definitely the same thing.

1 hour and 45 minutes until we never see each other again. For six whole months.