wanderlust | m.m.

five.

"luci!"

i heard the sound of my name being called, but chose to ignore it. instead, i buried my face into the pillow my head was resting on. i wasn't ready to get up and mother watson.

the night before, i had given the driver watson's address. i was able to drag the lanky thing i called my best friend up to his bed, then proceeded to crash on the couch in his living room. i could only assume he was the one who was now paging me.

"luci!"

yup. that groan was unmistakable. watson was going to have a rough day. again, i ignored him. i might not  have been hungover, but i still had a late night and wanted a couple more minutes of sleep.  just as i was drifting off, i heard my name again.

"luci!"

now annoyed, i pushed the blanket off of me with a sigh. i got to my feet and stomped up the stairs towards watson's room. right before i opened his door, he called my name one last time.

"what?" i asked, obviously grumpy as i stepped into his room.

in response, i got a groan. "shhhh luci. there's no need to yell."

"you were the one who was yelling," i retorted, speaking through gritted teeth. "i am speaking at a normal volume. now, what do you need?"

watson weakly pointed over at his nightstand where an empty glass sat. i had filled it with water and left a couple aspirin for him last night, but he must have drank it all. "water," he croaked. god, he was so overdramatic.

"anything else your majesty?" i asked as i walked over to the nightstand and picked up the glass. when he didn't reply, i took that as a no, and went to refill the glass. when i came back, i made him sit up and he graciously accepted the drink.

watson took a couple minutes to quietly sip on the water. i took the chance to lay back down for a few more minutes of sleep, this time in watson's bed. my breathing was starting to even out when watson spoke up, interrupting my sleep yet again.

man, was he on a roll. he was lucky he was hungover, otherwise i would have slapped him by now. then again, i might still.

"what is it now?" i asked, rolling onto my back and looking over at him. he was staring at the glass of water in his hands. his hair was a tangled mess, he had dark circles under his eyes, and he was in need of a shave. he was looking a little rough.

"okay, this might sound crazy," he started off. his voice sounded just as rough as he looked. "but were you talking to someone while we were at the club last night?"

"of course, wats. i talked to you, the bartender, a bunch of other people."

"luci, i am not in the mood," watson said dryly.

i rolled my eyes. "okay, okay. if you must know, i was talking to someone last night. what's so crazy about that?"

"well it's not crazy that you were talking to someone. the crazy part is who you were talking to. or, at least who i think you were talking to," watson explained.

i rolled over so that i was now facing him. "and who do you think i was talking to?"

at this point watson furrowed his eyebrows, causing a small smile to tug at my lips. he was obviously second guessing himself, wondering if he could trust his drunken memories. when he replied, he spoke the name as if it were a question. "blackbear?"

now i had a choice to make. i could either play dumb and let watson think that his imagination had run wild while he was under the influence, or i could simply tell him the truth. after running over both scenarios in my mind, i decided on the latter, seeing that if for some reason i did see mat again, it might be hard to explain how i already knew him.

"oh, you mean mat? yeah, nice guy," i said casually.

watson met my cool gaze with a look of bewilderment. "you... you mean that actually happened? you actually met blackbear?"

"mhm," i hummed, nodding. "and you did too."

i watched as the look on his face went from one of bewilderment to confusion to horrified realization. "does that mean that i..."

"sure does."

he groaned, but this time it wasn't due to his pounding headache. "i can't believe you let me do that."

"me?" i questioned, watson wincing at my increased volume. "i was the one who pulled you up off the ground, thank you."

"you let me get drunk though," he grumbled.

"oh no. you are not going there. you're responsible for your own actions, mister. and now, you get to deal with the consequences of your actions on your own." as i spoke, i started to move, pushing myself off of watson's bed.

this caused a string of complaints and quick apologies to come from watson. he would rather me take care of him then have to take care of himself, and i couldn't really say that i blamed him. nursing your own hangover was no fun.

"luci, please don't leave," he pleaded.

"no watson. you did this to yourself. you're a big boy. you can handle it." i walked to the door of his room, but turned when i heard his voice again.

"i love you."

i smiled at him and sighed. "i love you too, watson."

• • •

okay, so this chapter is meant to kind of give you a look into how luci and watson interact with each other. they're best friends, so they might bicker a bit, but in the end they love each other.

the picture at the top is of francisco lachowski, who is who i imagine watson as. his instagram is @ chico_lachowski in case you wanted to follow him or just see more pictures of him.

i know these chapters are kinda short right now, but i promise they will get longer as the story goes on.

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thanks,

maren