Lost Boy | Carlisle Cullen |

TEN

James groaned loudly when the sun hit his closed eyes at eight in the morning through closed and dusty blinds. The birds chirping only annoyed him when he was hungover and they always seemed to be excessively louder. Why did the sun have to shine on the one day after James had been belligerently drunk? Could it not have rained just as it did every day? Water and protein is what he needed but in order to get it he had to get up and relocate downstairs. Groaning once more, the lanky brunette rolled from his place in bed to the floor, causing a loud and alarming thunk to be heard throughout the house.

Footsteps stomped up the stairs and his door flung open, "Dude are you okay?" His brother was wildly concerned.

"I'm so hungover," James responded and remained in his place with his face buried in the fuzzy blue rug that lived beside his bed.

"What happened with Cullen?" Jeffery looked around the room to find only James on the floor.

"What do you mean?" James slowly propped himself up on his elbows but still faced away from his brother.

"Carlisle Cullen? You went out with him last night for dinner? He came back here for the night? Or so I thought," Jeffery shrugged and leaned against the door frame.

"He did what?" James scrunched his brows together. "I sort of remember the date... he came over? What did we do? How long was he here?"

"That might be a question for him. Why don't you come downstairs and eat breakfast and then... I don't know, text him I guess?" It was not that his brother was gay, it was that his brother was messing around with a very close work colleague that screwed with Jeff's head, one that even seemed to be off limits to everyone in town until now.

"I can't get up," James mumbled into the carpet.

"Oh yes you can," Jeffery kicked his leg lightly as to bother him enough to elicit a response.

"I will throw up on you," he threatened.

"I've had worse," the other shrugged.

James finally let out a large groan once more and used the exhale to push himself up off the ground and stand to face his brother. Clad in plaid pajama shorts and a white t-shirt that he did not remember putting on the night before, he grabbed his sunglasses off of his dresser and placed them over his eyes before he sluggishly walked downstairs to eat some eggs and greasy bacon before even thinking about checking in with his only alibi for the night.

The eggs sizzles in the pan but he was not the person standing over the range that morning. Not only was Jeff a master in the emergency department, he was also an excellent cook. He used cilantro and basil in the eggs along with salt and pepper to make them taste perfect and then handed over a plate along with a giant glass of iced water and placed them in front of James who's head was in his hands and his eyes shut. He ate with his eyes still closed and slowly chewed his food in fear that it might come back up along with whatever color the liquor had been. The worst was when he drank dark liquor, his emesis in the morning was exclusively coffee colored due to that being the only thing in his stomach on most drinking occasions.

"I guess I could show up at the hospital and hope he has time to answer my questions," the thought of even getting in the car to drive was the opposite of what James wanted and needed.

Jeff shook his head, "He won't be there today. Whenever its sunny he takes the kids out for hiking and camping trips."

His eyes widened and he let out a big puff of air, "The kids. I forgot he has kids."

"What? You're not gonna continue to drool over him because he's a father?"

"No, no. It's not that, it's just that I don't know how they're going to think of me or if they'll even like me."

"Man you need to find out what even happened last night before you start talking about being a step dad."

James pulled out his phone and looked for Carlisle's number, "You're right."