Chapter 16
"Why do you have a book in my pocket?!" I almost fell again. "Your eyes are pretty."
"Jesus Christ you are so drunk..." He said.
"Who are you?"
"You actually don't know who I am right now?" He asked and smiled.
"Absolutely not," I took a sip of my beer, which he took away from me after. "Hey!! Okay, fine I know who you are you're Asmodeus I was just trying to play a prank" I slurred out, trying to get my beer back.
"Are you home alone?"
"Yup! I'm FREEE!!!" I shouted and ran around the living room, accidently tripping over my own feet and landing splat on my face. I heard the boy laugh as he walked over and helped me off of the floor.
"You're going to end up killing yourself if you stay here alone any longer," He said and pulled out his phone.
"Nope! I'm not suicidal anymore," I snapped at him, messing up the word 'suicidal'. He stopped what he was doing and looked me in the eyes, a serious concern present, but then shook it off as he held his phone up to his ear. I took my beer back from his other hand and drank it angrily.
"Hey, Josie? Ya so your friend here decided to get herself drunker than life so you need to come babysit or something." He said and hung up after they said bye.
"What are you doing?" He asked when he noticed me slowly reaching up. I had been trying to touch his hair, since it looked so soft, but froze when he caught me.
"Nothing," I tried to play it off, and he smiled slightly, before letting it fall.
"How are you doing?" He asked, keeping direct eye contact (that I usually would be failing at maintaining if it had not been for the alcohol)
"What do you mean?" I slurred.
"After yesterday," he kept looking over my features.
"Oh, right," I felt my heart begin to sink again. It was almost as if I had somehow momentarily forgotten. "It hurts my heart a lot," I admitted drunkenly, sadness expanding from within me. "Every time something touches me it feels like it's him." He frowned and went to say something, but I could tell he wasn't quite sure what he should reply with.
"But I'll be okay. What's a little more trauma?" I tried to joke, but couldn't even trick myself into laughing this time. "I have a question, and please don't answer meanly."
"What's your question?" he responded.
"Can I hug you? Just real quick?" I didn't quite know why I let myself ask him. Some sad emotion seemed to flicker in his eyes again. He didn't hesitate, gently bringing me into his arms, and I leaned into the embrace. My face scrunched slightly, but I battled the tears to try and keep them in. I might have been drunk but I didn't want to cry in front of him again.
It wasn't a quick hug. He let me hug him until I finally felt ready to let go.
"Thank you," I sniffled and wiped a tear that fell from my eyes. "I have another question," I said, and he prompted me with his eyes, "Can I have my beer back now?"
"Come on," he put his hand on my back and started guiding me over to the couch, which he then made me sit down on. "Let's play a game."
"Ooo yes, yay!" I looked up at him expectedly, biting my lip and smiling in anticipation of the rules.
"If you stay sitting long enough then you can have this back," he took the beer from my hand again and I glared at him skeptically.
"How long?"
"Till I say so."
"Okay, I can do that," I sat back against the couch and crossed my arms, my head bobbing a little bit from my dizziness and slightly swirling vision. But I quickly forgot about the drink as I stared up at the ceiling and lost track of time.
"Josie's on her way," he said, and my attention snapped back over to him.
"Josie? Ooooh... Is she your girlfriend now???" I teased.
"What the actual fk did you drink?" He chuckled and started to walk away.
I finally picked myself up off the couch, and almost fell, but he reached out and helped me catch my balance with a sigh. I held onto him for a minute, but then let go as he started walking away again.
"Hey mister, I'm not finished talking!" I grabbed his shirt and he turned back to look at me, raising an eyebrow.
"You weren't talking-" he started, but I cut him off.
"You should smile more, you know," I slurred, pulling on his shirt slightly to keep myself upright. He instinctively put his hand on my waist to help steady me. "I feel like you are all sad a lot and I don't think that's a good thing because I like you better when you smile and aren't all grouchy-Ashy," I explained myself, failing to make coherent sentences. "You have nice teeth." His eyes flickered around my face for a few moments, confusion and intrigue appearing in his features.
"You should probably stop drinking around other people," he grinned and removed my hand from his chest, turning and walking to the door.
"No! Stay! You're really pretty!" I called to him when he was about half way to his car.
"You're shit-faced right now," He called back to me.
"Hey! Watch your fking profanity bitch!" I yelled to him when he got to his car. He looked up at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he got into the car.
I closed the door and Cleaned up the spilt beer while singing at the top of my lungs until my doorbell rang again. I skipped over to the door.
"Back for more I see?" I asked. "Oh. You're not Asmodeus. He's super hot by the way," I told her and she cracked up.
"I knew you thought so." She chuckled and invited herself in.
"He's cute and like him a lot." I stumbled over to my couch.
"I can tell,"
"He's cute,"
"You've said that."
"Like really cute."
"Okay,"
"Like really, really cu-"
"I GET IT." she cut me off.
"Imma go to sleep now." I slurred.
Before I ended up falling asleep on the couch, I threw up in the bathroom. Then Josie made me eat a lot of food before I collapsed on my couch and fell asleep.
Opening my eyes, I automatically felt a throbbing pain in my head. I sat up and looked around to see Josie cleaning up my living room.
"Well hey there drunk duck" She said and I grunted.
"More like Hungover hippo..." I responded and sat up farther.
"So you're all sobered up?" She asked.
"I have the bitch of a headache to prove it."
"Good," she said and let out an exhausted laugh. Oh god, what did I do...?
"Do I even want to know..."
"No, you don't." She walked over to me and stood in front of me. "Us and the boys are going out to dinner tonight. They're thinking of it as a sort of an apologetic gesture." She informed me and I looked up at her worriedly. "He won't be there. Milo isn't a part of the group anymore, obviously." She informed me.
"I'm pretty hungover, though."
"Oh, cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get over it." She said and returned back to cleaning. "Go get dressed we're leaving in 20.
"That's sudden."
"I didn't want to wake the beast," she said and smiled. She stopped me before I went upstairs. "You're just going to pick sweatpants. Let me pick an outfit for you." She said and rushed past me to get to my bedroom. By the time I got up there she had already picked out an outfit.
I pulled my hair up, got freshened up, and slapped on a bit of makeup before putting on all my typical jewelry and meeting her back downstairs.
"Okay, let's go." She said and I followed her out into her car.
"Were you the only person around me when I was drunk?"
"Nope." she said and let out a laugh. I felt my face turn red.
"Who else was there?" I asked, dreading the answer. She grinned mischievously and grabbed her stuff.
"Don't worry about it. You'll find out eventually," she replied. I had a feeling that I would find out at dinner..