Hung over Confusion

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The next morning Cole woke up with a bit of a hangover.

He glanced over at Dalton sleeping away from him on the fold-out mattress.

'Holy shit, he must have drugged me!' Cole thought to himself 'what the hell happened last night?'

Cole wasn't sure if he could trust Dalton enough with him like this, confused and hungover.

"Cole, you awake?" Dalton asked with a yawn.

"Yes. Now take me home." Cole said trying not to sound completely pissed.

"Whoa, hold on, you have to eat."

Dalton said getting up to stretch and run his hand through his disheveled hair.

Cole stared at Dalton's morning state, his hair tussled just the right way, his dream like eyes, honestly wanting to go over and kiss him.

Cole then shot back to reality and what could have happened the night before.

"Now!" Cole slightly yelled.

"Okay, okay. I'll take you home but first how do you feel?" Dalton asked, concern filling his voice, remembering how much Cole drank last night.

"Why?" Cole snapped.

"Because you drank a lot last night and you were kind of clumsy. Are you sure you don't want anything?" Dalton asked truly worried about Cole.

"No, now just take me home." Cole responded stiffly.

"Fine" Dalton said, grabbing his keys and shoes, leading Cole out the door

Why was Cole so made at him? He hadn't done anything, if anything he helped Cole.

He returned Cole home and went back home. All of a sudden Mel texted him.

Mel: WHERE THE HELL IS COLE?

Dalton: Calm, down. He's safely at home, I just dropped him off.

Mel: I swear to god, Dalton, if you did anything to Cole, your days will be numbered!

Dalton: I didn't do anything to him

Mel: I don't believe you.

Dalton: fine, but I'm telling the truth.

Mel: whatever, goodbye.

Dalton didn't do anything to Cole but Cole sure did a lot to Dalton. He couldn't stop think about what Cole said and did.

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