Breaking His Concentration (Alhaitham x Kaveh)

Chapter 3: Just a Game

Alhaitham's POV

As I left him laying there on the couch, his face turning beet red I already knew the impact I had on him. And it was one of the few things today that truly brought a smile to my face. I always had some suspicion that Kaveh liked me, but his reaction tonight proved that he had some kind of feelings for me? Or did it? Kaveh did always change when he was drunk, who's to say it was me? I placed my hand on my forehead as I walked down the hall to my room, sighing. I hated the uncertainty. And when it came to other peoples feelings, it seemed I was always uncertain. I twisted the knob into my bedroom to reveal a room covered in darkness. I groaned and didn't even bother to turn the lights on, I knew where the bed was.

I threw myself down on my queen sized bed without changing, and ran my hands through my hair. I was too exhausted to get up, I needed sleep. I had to be up in just a few hours and I was not at all ready for the day. Curses, I drank too. I've been so off my game recently. First the eremites incident, and now who knows. I was a failure. I closed my eyes, ready to drift off to sleep and I heard something. Something that pricked my ears. I quickly sat up in my bed and peeked my head to see my door cracked open. Gentle light was streaming through the door. Weird. I could have sworn I shut that door. And then I heard his breath.

"Kaveh. I can hear you."

I groaned, moving so I was sitting against the bed frame, my legs sprawled out on the bed. I watched him step into the doorway, the light from the hallway casting a shadow over his body as he looked at me.

"What, need a bedtime story to go to sleep? I'm tired, Kaveh. I've had a long day and I want to sleep."

"How in the Hell do you expect me to sleep after the shit you just pulled?"

He spoke, or well tried to. He was so drunk his words were barely holding together, and I could see that he was barely standing up. I sighed. I didn't have time for this. He was always such a pain whenever he got drunk. He took a few steps into my room and stumbled around, placing a hand on my shadowed dresser as he tried to keep himself up. I guess it was my fault for teasing him in the first place, but I didn't want to deal with this right now.

"Get out of my room. I'm tired."

"You're no fun."

He slurred, taking another step towards me. The next step he took however, was way too uncoordinated. I watched him as he tried to catch himself as he slipped, but he was so drunk that he just fell straight over. He dropped onto my bed with his back laying down, and the purple wine bottle in his hand.

"I swear to the Gods if you spilled that-"

"Relaaaax. I didn't spill a single drop. Want some?"

He asked, waving the arm around that was holding the wine bottle. I let out an even louder sigh. I might as well. He certainly didn't seem like he was leaving anytime soon, I guess I could say goodbye to my sleep. I yanked the bottle out of his hand without saying a word, and felt the sting of alcohol as it fell down my throat. I slammed it down on my bedside table, and I could hear Kaveh growl. He was never happy when I took his drinks away from him.

"To what do I owe this very unpleasant visit?"

I sighed, closing my eyes, trying to pretend I was asleep. Maybe if I turned the sound off on my Akasha terminal he would finally get the message and leave me alone. Then again, he probably wouldn't. This was Kaveh I was talking about.

"I'm mad at you."

He sighed, holding his hands up towards the sky. He was shifting his hands and fingers around as he looked at my ceiling, almost like he was facing the stars. He was so drunk.