His only reason (Emblem 3 fanfic)

His only reason (Emblem 3 fanfic - Chapter 8)

I woke up, completely dazed and unaware of my surroundings. The ceiling above me was high, and rounded unlike the claustrophobic room I was kept in for the concert.  There was a small window at the very top, which shone a beam of light straight at my right arm. The ceiling was also white, and connected to four sides of dark brown wall. It was unfamiliar, but my head felt heavy so I hadn’t processed the fact that I had no idea where I was. I could barely reopen my eyes.

There was a beautiful chandelier hanging directly above me, strung from the window, dazzled in swaroski crystals and embellished in small diamonds. The sun made the diamonds reflect onto the walls, casting an array of shadows. They were beautiful, continuously swaying back and forth on the walls as the chandelier danced.

I was covered by a large wool blanket, brown in color, which rested comfortably at my toes. My skin felt cold against the black pleather couch I was carefully placed on.  I had to get up. My arms slid towards my side, and I forced myself onto my side, allowing the blood to rush to my head. I let out a grunt of pain, but continued to survey my surroundings. There was a simple mahogany coffee table sat directly in front of me. It held yesterday’s paper and a steaming cup of coffee, which led me to think someone had just placed it down a few minutes ago. My throat cried for replenishment, my left arm reached out in despair. Instead of grasping the small Starbucks cup, I fell directly on the floor next to the couch, crushing my right arm. “Agh,” I moaned, tightening my eyelids in pain. My face pressed to the hard wood floor varnished floor. I could feel footsteps approaching me, vibrating the wooden floors. The noise of the person’s feet stopped by the head of the couch.

“You alright over there?” The voice was deep, and I could hear a small laugh come from the stranger watching my failed attempt. “Clearly,” I sarcastically remarked, attempting to lift myself off of the ground again, but falling back down. My jaw drew in the impact, and my teeth chattered.

A pair of hands unwelcomingly crept beneath my stomach and pulled me up slowly, until I was lying, motionless, in the arms of an unknown man. He had deep, dirty blonde hair, and the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. His smile turned into a smirk now, as he tightened his grip on my back. “You alright now?” He asked with a wink, smiling down at me. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his, but finally got myself to mutter a quick ‘yes’, before he placed me back down carefully on the couch. “I got you some breakfast, green tea. One packet of sugar.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, as his hands reached for the white cup and offered it to me. I reluctantly took it, pressing the Styrofoam to my lips to ensure he wasn’t lying.It took me a while to actually sip at the tea however, I didn’t know this man. I didn’t want to be known as the oblivious girl who could drink poisons from strangers. But once I did, the tea slid down my throat, relieving the soreness. “How’d you know?” I asked, curling up back in the corner I was lying in. He smirked, stretching out his legs over mine. “Wes told me.”

I stared back down at the cup, watching the small green straw stir around before responding. “Who’s Wes?”

The stranger looked back up at me, clearly confused. “Do you know who I am?” He asked, laughing, and shaking his head down at the ground. I think he was expecting an ‘of-course-I-do-now-can-I-have-a-hug-or-picture’ because he looked back at me, smile slowly vanishing from his lips. “No,” I whispered, returning my eyes to the cup in my hands.

“Drew,” he started. “Drew Chadwick.” I looked back up, at Drew. “I don’t know if you have memory loss or-” “How did I end up here?” He sighed. “You passed out at the concert, they took you backstage with some dude you were with. He was freaking out, so I had him go home early and call your parents to let them know you were going to stay with us for the night, so the medics could check you out in the morning. Nothing bad happened, don’t worry we’re not that naughty... That reminds me, we have a doctor coming here at 10, so you might want to get ready soon.”

That’s how I knew his face. He was the older guy on stage, the one all the girls screamed for, raging at his sleeveless arms. “You’re Drew,” I repeated, mouth slightly gaping open. “And you’re beautiful when your makeup is smeared all over your face,” he winked. My hand immediately went towards my face, shielding it from him. “Are you serious?” I asked, trying to smudge away the mascara that was trickled down my face. “You look like you could star in Black Swan, but not gonna lie, you look kinda hot.” My hand crept off of my face, and back to the cup. “Don’t tell Keaton I said that.”

My head shot back up. Keaton. “Is Keaton the-” I was interrupted again. I could tell by now that Drew was the type of person you could go to for an honest answer. He didn’t hold back, and quite frankly, I liked that about him. “He’s the one you were having eye sex with, if that’s what you were asking. I’m surprised you weren’t looking over here,” He shot up his arms, pointing them towards the window. “The beach is over there, if you wanna go.”

I grinned, cheekily nodding, but my mind was still focused on his previous sentence. ‘Don’t tell Keaton.’ What did he mean by that? This so called ‘Keaton’ could barely hold a conversation with me. I don’t know who he is-- I thought he was the boy with the humming voice, who romanticized the words of Jack Johnson. Not the one with the extreme confidence, and women practically throwing themselves at him.

“Where is he?” Drew put his arms down, clear that I wasn’t interested in his flirtatious personality. “He went down to Time Square with Wes to go explore for a while. They told me to stay back with you, but Wes came back and left a drink for when you woke up. They left a few minutes ago, but I could call them back if you want.”

My tongue felt dry. I shook my head, but thanked him for his favor. “Who exactly brought me home last night?” I asked again, hopeful of a nonexistent fairytale answer. “Oh, the medics did. We weren’t really allowed to hang around you, we had a show to put on, which I guess you didn’t stay too long to see.” He must’ve noticed my slight disappointment, because he added in that “Keaton checked on you throughout the night. But Wesley was concerned too- I don’t know which one you like, but they both cared if that makes you feel better.” His eyes immediately fell towards the ground, and he uncomfortably shifted his position on the couches arm. His front teeth lightly nibbled on his lower lip, until he looked back up at me.

I nodded again. “Thank you. I think I should get ready now.” Drew got up to leave, but gave me a farewell wave before exiting the room in silence. He left out a small sigh of relief once he reached the doorway. He knew something I didn’t about what went on last night. 

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