Sheraton Academy

Drunken Confession

Rated: PG. Warnings: alcohol

Donatien took a deep breath. He flexed his fingers and leaned towards his laptop, fingers poised over the keyboard.

He stilled. He sighed.

"I am not nearly intoxicated enough for this," he grumbled.

***

It took an hour and half a bottle of Côtes du Rhône for Dona to muster up the courage and loosen his fingers and tongue enough to write the email. By that time it was nearly midnight, but Josselin did have insomnia, so he might still get it before morning. Waiting to hear back was going to kill him, but he just didn't have the courage to do it on the phone, much less in person.

He took another sip straight from the bottle and clicked 'send' before he could second-guess himself, and he immediately regretted it.

***

Josselin sat at his desk, doing some research for an upcoming assignment on his laptop while Meara laid curled up in his bed behind him, hopelessly tangled in a nest of blankets and pillows while he read a Calvin and Hobbes book. There was a shuffle behind him, and a click as Meara turned off the lamp on the side table.

"I'm going to try to get some sleep," he said. Josselin turned on the desk lamp and stood, walking over to the bed and leaning down so he could give Meara a kiss. Meara smiled and pulled him back down into a second kiss, then a third, before he let go and said, "Good night. Love you."

"Love you more," Josselin whispered. "Get some rest. If my computer is too bright, let me know, okay?"

Meara waved his hand. "It's fine."

Josselin smiled and tucked one of the many blankets closer around Meara's shoulder, then gently ran his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, before turning back around so he could get back to work.

About a half hour later, Josselin finally started to wind down, so he checked his email one last time before crashing next to Meara.

There was one from Dona. The title simply read, Josselin. Weird. It was past lights out, so he couldn't come over without risk of detention, but why wouldn't he call? Maybe he thought it was too late. Josselin shrugged and opened it up.

Josselin.

I apologize for the forwardness and bluntness of this e-mail, but to be truthful, I am entirely at as loss about what else I might do. I have some things I've wanted to say to you for some time now, so I'm going to tell you them.

1) I love you.

2) You are adorable.

3) We should date.

4) Yes, I did speak to Meara about this and he gave me permission to ask you. If you are unsure, I welcome you to ask him yourself before responding to me.

There is no pressure attached to this confession whatsoever. It was eating me up. I needed to get it out, and I sincerely hope I haven't made you uncomfortable. You know my phone number. Please call me when you have a few moments to talk, even if you don't want to talk about this. I just need you to reassure me that we're still friends.

Much love (and remember, no pressure),

Dona

Josselin turned his head toward the bed without taking his eyes off the email. "Meara?" he asked, slowly, unsurely.

"Mm?" his boyfriend mumbled from his cave of blankets.

"Dona just emailed me..." He trailed off, unsure of where to take it from there. Dona would know the first person Josselin would go to would be Meara, and he was much too smart to lie about something that could be so easily figured out.