BORED | w. oleff

ten-july 5th

wyatt

i woke up with a pounding headache. i'm seriously never looking at any alcohol ever again.  i took a few seconds to collect my thoughts and turned on my side to see [y/n] with her knees pulled up to her chin, and her arms wrapped around her legs. and she look almost upset. "hey. hey what's wrong?"

"huh? what? oh nothing." she let out a fake laugh

"somethings definitely wrong [y/n],"  i rested my head on my fist and continued, "you know you can always talk to me. about anything."

she just looked at me. and i rolled back onto my back, staring at the ceiling.

you

i watched him stare at the ceiling. i couldn't tell whether he knew if i was looking at him or not. i think we were both lost in our own heads. how the fuck am i gonna tell him that? i can't possibly. why can't it just stay a secret forever? i thought.

"do you maybe want to go get breakfast? like in town? i'll drive." i muttered to him, which caused his attention to fall back on me. he smiled. that freaking smile.

"i'd love to. but i'm driving." he said, winking at me and getting up to throw a shirt on.

i followed in his footsteps and got dressed too. and we met in the car.

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"that's what i'm saying! and then he totally just left without paying!" i exclaimed and wyatt burst into laughter, which got us a few looks from the restaurant patrons.

"well," he started, putting his hand on mine, "i'd never do that to you."

"thank you, my knight in shining armor." i smiled.

he turned serious. "but actually [y/n], what was bothering you so much this morning?"

"it's just- this thing. i don't- i don't really know. i'll tell you sooner or later." i promised him.

"oh."

wyatt

the car ride home was silent except for the hum of the engine and the ticking of the turn signals. so many turns in the mountains. i feel sick.

i couldn't stop thinking about what she said. i knew it was something. now i won't be able to get it out of my head. maybe it had something to do with me. what if i'm not the guy that she likes here. did i do something while i was drunk?

oh no.

suddenly it all came back to me. the grinding. the puking. the showering. the kissing. i'm a colossal idiot. and then i remembered what she had told me when i asked why she stopped.

"why'd you stop?" i said without even thinking about the consequences.

"what do you mean? we're at a red light."

"no," well i'm in too deep now, "last night. i asked why you stopped. you know, kissing me. and you said ask you in the morning. so i'm asking you in the morning. right now."

"fuck..." she mumbled under her breath and bit her lip, "it's 1 pm now. that offer has expired it's no longer morning.

i didn't laugh.

you

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. how did we go from kissing in the shower to not being able to even look at each other in just over 12 hours? oh yeah, the absence of alcohol.

when we pulled into the driveway i turned the car off and neither of us got out. i looked at him. "i stopped... because.. because you were drunk. literally off your ass and i didn't want to take advantage of you.  i could tell that if i let it happen it would go too far."

no one made a sound.

"i'm gonna go hang out with jae and them downstairs." he said.

"no!" i yelled.

"what?"

"um. nothing. i don't know why i said that." i know exactly why i said that. jaeden holds information that could ruin this entire thing.

silence.

"thank you. for going to breakfast with me." i whispered.

"it's nothing." he replied back softly.

i'm back bitches. after 2 years gone.