Something Between Us ✔

21| Confessions Between Us

21. Confessions Between Us

"I have kept the secret locked inside the confines of my heart for too long that it feels that it is going to burst open. And I want you to know how I feel but I fear you'll leave me."

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"Hi!" He shouted as soon as he saw me and I shushed him.

"What're you doing here?" I asked him as I saw him stumbling on the steps.

"I was bored...at the...partyyy," He shouted. "And I was missing you."

"That doesn't mean you'll show up at my house. And that too, drunk!" I scolded as I helped him stand up properly. I swung his arm around my neck and helped him in, kicking the door close behind me.

"Seriously, Darren! What were you thinking? You could have got into an accident. You could have been hurt!"

He just chuckled at this and when he saw me glaring at him, he stopped his cackling abruptly and put his index finger over his lips like a child.

I sighed.

I hated handling drunk people. They just acted so stupid and reckless. I hated being around someone like that. And it was partially because of my hatred for drinks. I didn't know why people drank. I could never understand why some people were even addicted to it. It was just so yuck.

Darren wasn't a drunkard but most of my friends, including him occasionally drank and of course, I never joined them.

I half carried him to the couch, staggering a bit under his weight. I let go of him as soon as we reached the couch. He fell on the couch, spreading his arms and legs around it, making himself comfortable.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I stared down at Darren. His green marble eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. He was breathing through his mouth and he reeked of alcohol. I wasn't sure if he was passed out already or not.

Now what was I going to do with him? I can't let him stay at my place. My mom would be home in an hour or two and she couldn't see him like this, drunk out of his senses.

"Broke," he mumbled.

"It's Brooke," I corrected him.

"Right, Brooke. My head is hurting like a bitch," he said before bringing his hands to his forehead and rubbing circles on his temples.

I gave him an apologetic look. "Unfortunately, we ran out of Tylenol a few days ago."

"Ah, it's alright," he said, still massaging his temples.

"How much did you drink?" I asked, taking a seat beside him.

"About four to five..." He trailed off.

"Four to five glasses is not much, I guess."

"...bottles of beer," He finished.

"What? You drank five bottles of beer?" I asked, shocked.

He held his stomach, his face suddenly turning green. "I-I think I'm going to be sick."

My eyes widened. Crap. "Don't puke here! I'm not going to clean up your mess. Ew. Come on, get up," I ordered as I slid an arm around his waist and put his one arm around my neck. I pushed him off the couch, almost falling down with him but I regained my balance.