It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Confused

You awoke. Unusually early considering you had an unbearable hangover. Actually it was probably the splitting headache that woke you.
You grumbled as you sat up, clutching your head in frustration.

"Aghhhh Kieran..." you whined to your sleeping brother on the other cot.

"Kieran!" You snapped now as you kicked the cot. Causing a shooting yet short pain to run up your leg.

"Aghh what?!" Kieran sleepily snapped back.
"It's so early (Y/N) can it wait?"

"No godammit, it can't wait! What did I do last night, how much did I drink and for the love of god please tell me I didn't break anything again." You spastically threw questions at your not completely awake brother. Lord help you if you broke another string on Javiers guitar.

"Agh I don't know...Micah just came in last night and threw you on the cot in state. If you want to know anything else ask him or Javier, that's who you were drinking with I think." Kieran sleepily replied as he turned over.

"Javier?" You mumbled to yourself in confusion.
You were sure the guy hated you. Seems you got along when you were drunk.
You threw the covers off of you and slipped on some clean enough clothes, put a comb through your hair before heading out of the tent.

Jesus. The cold was sharp. You thought to yourself as you hugged your own body for warmth. It must still be pretty early. You debated nipping back in your tent for a jacket or something but you'd live.

You headed into the camp for, literally anyone that could tell you about last night. You weren't panicking. Just incredibly curious.
You knew Micah would definitely not be up at this time and you thought it best not to barge into his tent at this time and anger him for the rest of the day.

Instead you headed over to one of the camp tables and saw just the person whom could tell you everything.
Javier.
He was sat at the table, his elbow on the table, leaning his head into his hand as if bothered by an Intense migraine.
You could relate.
Before approaching, you went over to Pearson's wagon and grabbed two cup fulls of water from the barrel and took them over to where he was slouched.

Upon arriving, you sat opposite Javier and slid one mug of water towards him.
Hearing the scrape of the metal mug against the wooden table he lifted his gaze first to the mug, then to you.

"You looked like you could use that." You said with a smile as you drew your hand from his mug then tucked it between your legs for warmth. Your other hand gripping the handle of the mug.

"Appreciate it." He mumbled as he grabbed the mug and took a swig.

"Aghhh, what did we do last night Javier?" You groaned as you leaned on your forearms, feeling your head pounding like a drum.

"I have no idea." Javier began to say quite seriously but towards the end of the sentence he chuckled, causing to laugh as well.

"What do you mean you have no idea?" You asked again, more playfully this time.

"Well, I don't think we actually did anything. We just sat. Talked, and drank."
"Yes. I'm fully aware that we drank. Both the pounding pain in my head and my brother told me." You replied in a sarcastic and bland tone.

"Have you spoken to Micah?" He asked you as he looked over at you, tilting his head slightly.
You furrowed you're brows before replying.
"No I haven't. No way he'd be up at this time. Why?" You asked him, a hint of curiosity behind your voice.

"Well, he was pretty irritated last night. Especially after you asked me if I'd sleep with you." Javier told you in a flat tone as if it has no meaning.