Lenny's POV
One, we didn't have sex. Thank goodness! Two,...... he doesn't remember a damn thing he just remembers taking me home. How do I know that? Weeellll
Oh my fucking gosh. Van and I made out. What the fuck do I do?! Ugh he was drunk.... It probably didn't mean anything. He'll probably just ask me not to tell his wife. W-We can just pretend it didn't happen. I'll make breakfast so we can avoid the conversation.
I got out the bed and ran to the kitchen to make breakfast. When I was done I walked out with a tray into the living room as Van was yawning. He must of just woke up.
"Ugh did I fall asleep on the couch?" Van asked rubbing the back of his neck.
"Uh Van..." I said and he turned to look at me.
"What happened last night exactly?" he asked and I dropped the tray.
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"Wow." Eric said as I sighed. "Wow." he said again as I looked at my soda.
"Yeah." I huffed.
"Wow." he repeated and I glared.
"Okay you can stop saying that now." I snapped.
"I just... wow." he said and I slammed my hands on the table standing up.
"Shut up." I hissed glaring daggers at him as people stared.
"Sorry.... it's my fault." he said looking down.
"About the drink? No its my fault for keep drinking it." I said sighing as I slumled back down in the seat.
"But Le-" he began to say.
"Drop it." I said and started to drink my soda through the straw.
If he forgot.... it doesn't matter. I closed my eyes tightly. He always forgets.... always when it comes to stuff like this.
"Len-" he beagan again.
"What?!" I tried to yell but turned into a whimper.
"Your crying." he said frowning.
I wiped my eyes. "I know... I fucking know." I said and put my head down.
"Ever since you drank you've been cursing." he said rubbing my back.
"I curse a lot in my head." I sniffled looking up slowly.
"Maybe Van-" he started to say.
"Don't you fucking dare." I said glaring and he moved his hand away then sighed. "Don't say his name either." he said.
"Well-" he started to say but his eyes widen.
"What?" I asked sniffling and he pointed behind me.
I turned to look and my eyes widen as well. Van looked our way and I ducked. Eric glanced at me and I guess Van noticed him and started walking our way because Eric fake smiled.
"He's coming." he whispered and I slipped down the seat under the table.
"Hey Eric." I heard Van say.
"Oh... uh hey." I heard Eric say.
"It's funny seeing you here." Van said.
"Yeeep." Eric said.
"Have you heard of Len?" Van asked and I prayed Eric wouldn't say he did.
"Depends, why?" Eric asked and I stepped on his foot and he cursed under his breath.
"Well;" Van said and sat down and I bumped into his legs. "He yelled at me to get out two days ago. And I haven't seen him at the mall." he said.
Fuck! My job... I mentally facepalmed. Too busy thinking about what happened made me forget, shit.
"So I would tell the boss he told me to tell him he was sick and he would call but his phone is off.... I can't keep lying forever." Van said and I flushed.
He lied... for me.... even though I kicked him out? Ugh Van.... why do you do this to me?
"Did I do something?" Van asked and everything went silent, all I heard was breathing.
"Look, it's not my place to tell you thi-" Eric began.
"If I did something I would like to know so I can fix it. I lost Len once I'm not gonna lose him again." Van said in a voice I never heard him use before; I flushed more and let out a shakey breath.
"Ask him." Eric said and kicked me.
"Ow!" I said jumping and hitting my head on the table then I froze.
"What was that?" Van said and I saw the cloth being pulled up where he sat.
"Oh don't worry about it but I have a feeling Len will talk to you tonight." Eric said, I bet he was smirking.
"I hope so..." Van said and then he got up and I heard footsteps going farther away so I guessed he left.
I got up from under the table and Eric smirked at me. I glared at him and he smirked more.
"What?" he asked smirking.
"You owe me, big time." I said and he grinned.
"Oh no Lenny." he said smirking twirling his straw in his drink. "You owe me, big time mother fucker." he said before drinking his soda.
"Don't call me that. And how do I owe you?" I asked.
"You stepped on the shoes Sammie bought me. And excuse my language." he said rolling his eyes.
"What do you want?" I asked and he smirked.
Oh fuck, what did I get myself into?