Wait, what? Did I just say that? Did that come from my mouth? I'm seriously too fucking shit faced for this shit right now.
Hal agreed. "Luke. You're high. You have no idea what you're saying. I'll drive home, gimmie the keys." She reached for them but I pulled them back.
"I'm dead serious right now," I found myself saying. My head ached and I threw it back in a groan.
"You're anything but serious right now," she took the keys out of my hand. "Get out," she demanded and I obediently listened as we switched spots and she drove us back to her place.
By then, my head was reeling and my throat was running dry. She took my hand and lead me to the elevator. "I think this is the worst you've ever gotten, Hemmings," she gave a chuckle. "Nice."
I took in my surroundings. "Jenkins, what are we doing in an elevator? I'm seriously fine, I can take the stairs. I know how freaked you get about these things..." I trailed off.
"Shh, I'll manage. I'm not dragging your punk ass up the stairs anyways." But I was honesty fine, just dizzy. I watched as she shook when she punched in the floor number. She clenched my arm as it began to go up. She really did sacrifice a lot for me sometimes.
When we got back to the apartment, I was beginning to feel a bit more normal again. I went straight to the couch to pass out, but she came over to me.
"Luke, do you wanna sleep in my room tonight? What if you're not feeling well in the night?" I was shocked. Usually after these things we'd come home and she'd let me pass out here, no questions asked. But I sensed an unusual begging tone in her voice and, unlike her puppydog face, it was making me give in.
"Fine," I said, pulling myself up and making my way to her room. I tossed myself on her bed and heard her come in behind me.
"Okay, I didn't mean you could sleep on the bed with me." Ooh, there she was, the Hal I knew. I moaned and sat up.
"Then where the fuck do you want me to be?" I snapped back. "The floor, the chair? Do you want me to dangle from one of the hangers in your closet or cram myself in one of your dresser drawers?" She frowned.
"Fine, Hemmo, you can sleep on the bed with me," she made an imaginary line down the middle of her queen. "But if you go past this I will chop your dick off, got it?"
I scoffed, "Got it," and climbed in on my side. For a moment, I encountered a stampede of thoughts that came crashing through my mind about this new situation I was in that I probably wasn't going to remember in the morning. We're sleeping together. Not like sex, but we're sharing a bed. Friends don't do that, do they?? It was only for tonight, anyways. Tomorrow everything would be back to normal. Or so I thought it would...
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the promise ➳ hemmings
Fanfiction| Promises are just very sincere lies. We make them thinking that we'll keep them. But in time, our motivation to keep them fades-- just like the hope and trust others had in us that they wouldn't. It's just sad to think that's what our relationship...
