Twins| "Dear?" Sequel

Chapter Eight.

Breanna's P.O.V.

After saying goodbye to Sally and a drunken Sean, I kept walking. I searched every room (that didn't have anyone in it) for James. He didn't come back when he said he would, so I wanted to find him. I walked to the bar and walked up to Liz.

"Ya haven't seen James, right?" I asked.

"He came and got a drink a long time ago but I haven't seen him since. He's usually pretty good with being on time," she said, cleaning glasses.

"I know. That's why I'm worried. If you see him, tell him his girlfriend is looking for him, alright?" I asked.

"Of course. See you around, honey," she said.

"Bye love," I responded and started walking.

As I turned the corner, I bumped into James. He looked tired and frazzled. His eyes widened when he saw me.

"Breanna, darling! I didn't see you!" He exclaimed.

"James where have you been?" I asked.

"I am so sorry that I am late, my love. I was just handling some business," he explained.

"Oh that's alright. Do you need more time?" I asked.

He grabbed my hand. "No. I'd like to spend the evening with you, if that's alright," he said. 

"Of course that's alright, silly. What would you like to do?" I asked. 

"I don't mind as long as I'm with you," he responded. 

"You're acting clingier than usual. Are you alright?" I asked. 

"I'm just fine. Why don't we go now?" he asked. 

I nodded and let him lead me to our room. 

Something was off with him and I didn't like it. Not one bit. 

The Next Day.

Sean's P.O.V.

I woke up with a pounding headache. As I raised myself up to my elbows, I realized that the curtains were pulled open and sunlight was filling the room. I groaned and closed my eyes shut. 

"It's two thirty in the afternoon, Sean," I heard a voice say from the corner of the room. I opened one of my eyes to see Sally. 

"Two o'clock? What?" I asked sleepily. 

She got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard the sink turn on for a few seconds. When it shut off, Sally came back out and put two pills in my hand. Then she handed me a paper cup filled with water. 

"It's Tylenol. For the aching headache I'm sure you have," she said with a smile. 

"Thanks," I groaned. I took both pills and stood up. 

I realized that I was in the same clothes that I was in last night. "What did I do last night?" I asked. 

"Nothing. You just became a mess when you had a couple beers. No biggie," she said.