I got lazy, and bored, and tired. So here's this... thing. Have fun!
~I know I'm going to be asked questions in the morning... for once I'm not going to lie to him.~
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I wake up with a pounding headache, and a feeling almost as if I weren't in my own body. It's weird. I do feel something near me, like holding me down onto the bed. It's so warm. I force my eyes open and the light creeping through a slim opening in a window blinds me, I curse at myself for being an idiot and try to sit up.
But I can't. I look behind me on the bed and-... shit. It's Jared and-shit. Double shit. Jared is cuddling me and we're both half naked (don't worry, there will be no mention of smut because that is NOT what happened. Calm your horses). So sleeping with someone else does warm you up, hm. But- what even happened?!
"Jared." I gently but also not so gently shake him awake, I need some fricken answers. I really hope we didn't do anything that could ruin our friendship. I worked way too hard just to get one friend, I could never do that again. He just stirs a bit, groans a little, then lays still again.
"Damnit Jared, wake up." I wanted to shout but it only came out as a whisper. I curse to myself again and try to free myself from his grasp. I push his hands off with more struggle than you would think and climb out of bed. Once I'm standing I glance back at Jared and he's already holding a pillow where I was laying. I can't tell if that's more cute or funny, but I need a drink. But this time there will be no moRE ALCOHOL. I'm never drinking again.
I make it to the kitchen with almost a face plant to the floor because of a stupid wall, but I make it. I see the fridge and immediately think of it as a giant ice box and since my head hurts... I regret nothing. Seriously, why don't people do this instead? It's cold enough, it's big so it cools a pretty decent amount- I am a genius.
"What the heck are you doing?" ... welp. This will be fun to explain. I look over to Jared but keep my head on the fridge, he's just standing there looking at me with an amused face. Of course.
"Well, in my defense, my head hurts... and this fridge happens to be cold." I reply back like that's a completely normal thing and he still has the same expression as before.
"Then get some Advil or something, not my fridge." He snickers and walks past me to a cabinet, pulling out a small bottle. It might be Advil, just a hunch. I'm hilarious.
"Nooo, it feels good." I refuse to move my head from this refrigerator until my hangover is gone.
"I swear you're still drunk." He laughs somewhere in the kitchen because I'm too tired to even lift my head right now for some reason even though I was perfectly-... okay so not 'perfectly' fine but you get the idea.
"I'm tired... and confused."
"Why confused?"
"Hello? I'm half naked right now, why don't I have a shirt on?" Isn't it obvious? I got drunk so of course I have questions that I don't have answers to.
"Oh yeah, sometime in the middle of the night you kept complaining how hot you were. I was going to turn a fan on but you uh... wouldn't let me go so I offered you to take your shirt off and yeah." Que? One of the only words I remember from my useless Spanish class. 'What?'
"What do you mean, 'I wouldn't let you go'? I don't remember saying that."
"You were drunk, you would say anything." True, usually people who are drunk don't think before they-...
"... you're drunk Ev, you'll say anything..."
After I blink my eyes in disbelief I lift my head up and look at Jared, I swear I heard him say that before. That doesn't make any sense, why would I remember only that line? "Wait, wait, wait, you... you said that last night." Immediately after I say that he goes wide eyes, and he looks a bit nervous. That's new.
"Uhm, well how, how would you know? You were drunk." He shifts his eyes around the room, never landing on a spot for longer than a second. He's practically a deal master with words, why did he-...
"What else did I say last night?"
"..."
"Jared, I'm serious." I walk closer to him and lay my hands on the sink counter thing, it's in like every kitchen- but shush.
"You might... have... saidyouwereinlovewithme-"
"I did what?!" He can't talk fast around me and expects me not to understand it, I invented that way of speech.
"Yeah... crazy right?"
"Oh my god. I need to uhm, where's my shirt? I need some air." I rush back to Jared's room in hopes of seeing my shirt on a chair or even the floor, I just really need to leave. I can't be here. I have to leave. I can't-
"Woah, hey, Ev, look at me." You always realize you're panicking when someone else has to put their hands on you to snap back to reality. I come back to my own rapid breathing and shaking body. Usually I can tell when an attack is coming, what is Jared doing to me?
I hastily look at him and I don't even want to describe his facial expression. The amount of emotions that are just packed into one feels like if it were a bag being filled up with water. It'll eventually overflow or even pop, depending on the bag.
"Hey, hey, shh. Calm your breathing." He goes through my breathing exercises with me and it helps, he always helps. Once I'm settled down he moves his hands, one holding mine and one on my cheek.
"I love you too."
