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Birthday Present

Jamie's POV

I start to shift around and try to get more comfortable when I realize that I don't know where I am. My eyes shoot open as I shot up and looked around. I relax when I realize I'm in Eric's room, I notice that he's not here.

He must be at school. How the hell did I get here? God, what time is it? Agh, my head is pounding. Where's my phone?

I look around me and see my phone, face down, on the floor. I stretch down to grab it and as I turn it on, the brightness of the screen hurts my eyes as I hurry to turn it down. After I do that, I look at my notifications and see so many missed calls, texts and voicemails.

Fuck. What the hell happened last night?

I look at the time and see it's 4:56 PM on a Friday, what the fuck?! I groan and set my phone on the nightstand. I bring my knees up to my chest, fold my arms on them and put my head down,

Why am I such fuck up? I groan, This hangover isn't going anywhere.

I hear the front door start to open but I keep my head down, I really don't want to move. Their footsteps get closer but I really don't care, I just wanna go back to sleep.

"Jamie...? Are you alright?" I sigh knowing it's just Eric. I slowly pick my head up, avoiding eye contact with him, feeling really ashamed and embarrassed. I set my chin on my arm and shake my head slowly, "Do you remember what happened last night?" He asks quietly, knowing that my hangover is really killing me, he kneels down in front of me.

I shake my head again, still staying quiet and avoiding looking at him.

"Can you look at me?" I look down, I don't want to face him, "Baby, can you please look at me?" I frown as I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes.

No, I don't want to cry! Not in front him! I don't want to be weak! More tears start to form until they fall themselves, I can't help it...

I don't want to cry...

The lump in my throat grows as it starts to hurt, more tears fall, I start to sniffle, and my body starts to shake, "I don't wanna cry," I managed to squeak out, "I'm sorry." I say breathlessly as I try to keep my cries and sobs at bay while still struggling to breath.

"You have nothing to be sorry about-"

"Yes I do. I'm sorry for making you worried, I'm sorry that I was so selfish." My head starts to hurt even more from the crying, mixing in with the already bad hangover.

"Jamie, you don't. Everything's fine, we're fine." Eric get on the bed, sits against the headboard and pulls me to him, "Everything is gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay."

I grip onto his shirt and sob quietly into his shirt, soiling it, but he doesn't care as he holds me tighter.

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I just got out of the shower, Eric's clothes on me, his shirt acting as a dress, stopping just a little below where my thighs start, his jogging pants' string is tied securely around my hips. I sit on his bed while he comes back with water and a pain killer.

He hands them to me and sits next to me, "Thank you." I put the white pill in my mouth and down it with the water.

"Do you slightly remember what happened last night?" Eric asked softly.

"It's very spotty, I went to a party. I remember the music, the people. I remember B helping me to the car and that's where I stop remembering what happened." As I remember, I can't help but still love the feeling of ecstasy that went through me last night.