𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗 | ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ x ᴏᴄ | ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ

The Chaotic Weekend

Thursday

Jack was grateful that the alcohol had kept his mind off things for this long, but that could only last for so long. She should know by now. He knew based on her mellow tone when he'd asked where the band-aids were the other night she still hadn't found out but surely she had to know by now? Had it been a mistake? Should he have just said it out loud instead? Would that have made it better or worse? The anxiety of it was eating away at him while he made another drink, trying to get back to a level where he wasn't fixating on it. He'd just need to wait until she got home to see if she even found it and knew or not. He took a large sip while he moved to the couch, putting on one of his friends' streams- hoping to further relax his racing thoughts as he waited for her.

After the stream was over and he'd downed another few drinks, he could finally feel the numbing effects. He checked his phone for the time as he got up- 7PM... weird, she should definitely be home by now... There were no new messages from her either. She usually would let him know at least if she was staying out, but maybe she had gotten really caught up with work?

He went to peek in her room through the slightly open door, smiling as he stepped in and saw the two cats curled up together on her bed.

"You guys miss her too huh?" He muttered, scratching both their heads as he sat on her bed. The cats both gave him tired expressions and stretched a bit, pawing at the blanket beneath them before relaxing back in their cuddle puddle. He chuckled, pulling his phone out snapping a photo of the two before putting a cutesy filter over it. He sent it to her and lied down with the cats. "Oh fuck I see why you guys are in here now..." He groaned out lazily as the smell of her perfume radiated from the blankets into his face.

He'd been some level of drunk for a few weeks and had no real sense of anything. He knew it wasn't great to slip into benders again but it was the only relief he had over thoughts of how badly he'd fucked everything up. He knew he'd been a piece of shit, he had said shit that he never should have said. And with the way that things had 'cleared up' made him constantly question how skewed her perception of his feelings really was, and how that would affect them and his chances. He was pissed about it, pissed that she always found a way to twist up what he thought was clear communication. But he also couldn't help but feel guilty over it all. He wasn't perfect, by any fucking means, he said shit he didn't mean when he was drunk or upset, he did stupid petty shit sometimes, but was he cruel to her? Was he really so shitty that she could believe he hated her that easily? What had he done to make her think something so monumentally far from the truth?

He was even more frustrated because it always seemed like it was different with her, depending on the day. Some days he could get away with flirtations, and she would- seemingly- flirt black- happily... but other days, she would shut it down faster than it had started.

He stood and headed back to the kitchen for a refill before the smell of her fogged his head too much. He sipped his topped off drink and opened up Snapchat, brow furrowing as he saw that she'd opened his last one but never replied. He sent another snap, this time of the wine he'd picked up for her on the counter, writing out 'got you your fave-it's awaiting your return' before sending it. He watched for a moment but she didn't open the message, sending a small wave of anxiety through him. Was she okay? Had something happened? He needed this drink to be much stronger. He shoved his phone in his pocket, hoping to keep his mind from panicking unnecessarily as he added in more straight liquor and headed back to her room.

"Are we just hanging out in here tonight lil man?" He asked as Nugget responded by rolling onto his back for belly rubs. "Solid logic my man, can't argue with you there." He laid down again, one hand still scratching him while the other held his drink. He closed his eyes and let the smell of her perfume- still draped over the bed like a pink cloud of- good- fill his nose as the spins started coming. Perfect, finally no more thoughts. "Where'd your fucking sibling go little dude?" He questioned as he sat up, to which the cat peered around until his eyes landed on the naked pink cat perched on the fuzzy cat bed atop her dresser. "Praise Bingus." He saluted drunkenly, earning a soft meow from Nugget as he continued to pet him and wait, wondering how long she would even be, and if she would murder him if she came home to catch him in her bed.