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Alcohol was the worst.

Mycah woke with a groan, using his hand to shield the blinding sunlight streaming in through the large window. Damn, why didn't he have the common sense to close the curtains last night.

Oh yeah. Because he was too busy drinking himself to silliness and spilling his secrets to Arden, he remembered all too clearly. He let out another groan, this time of regret. Oh well, no point in freaking out over something that was already done. It was too late to take anything back, so his best option was just to pretend he had never opened up at all.

Then again, it's not like it was just him who was spilling his guts. He remembered clear as day Arden's own little confession.. or lack thereof. What he wouldn't say had been enough and Mycah was now sure that the boy across the room from him was definitely not straight.

How Mycah felt about that he hadn't yet decided. He was honest enough with himself that he could admit that his physical attraction was still there, strong as ever. But he couldn't choose to act on that now just because Arden was also likely into guys. Because Arden being into guys did not equal Arden being into Mycah. Besides, it wasn't like he himself was into Arden. He found him hot, but that was it. They had the emotional compatibility of two cardboard boxes.

Speaking of Arden, Mycah summed up the energy to turn around and saw that the other boy was awake, sitting up in bed and scrolling through his phone. Arden was shirtless, Mycah noted as he fought to keep his eyes from wandering down Arden's chest. The last thing he needed was to be caught checking out Arden the day after his sexuality was sorta revealed.

"You're awake." Arden remarked, his voice snapping Mycah out of his trance. Dammit, the whole don't-look-at-Arden's-chest thing proved harder than he thought. He snapped his eyes up to meet Arden's who, thankfully, seemed oblivious to his wandering stare.

"Great observation." He noted sarcastically. In his hungover state Arden's soft voice felt like a shout to his sensitive ears and he wanted nothing more then to crawl back under the comfort of his covers and sleep until he was thirty-five.

"Hows the head?" Arden asked. Not because he cared, but because he wanted to annoy Mycah.

"A lot worse then yours, it seems." Mycah replied.

"Drank a pint of water between every drink. Works wonders for hangovers." Arden replied smugly, the Mister Perfect persona that Mycah hated so much making a reappearance.

"Well thanks for sharing your tip." Mycah grumbled in reply. "Though maybe you could've given me a heads up last night."

"You're not my responsibility." Arden shrugged, turning his attention back to the phone in his hand. "I take it you don't remember much of last night?" He questioned without looking up from the device. Though he tried to make the question seem offhand, Mycah could just about hear the hopeful undertone in Arden's voice. It seemed Angel boy here wasn't quite as comfortable with his cards being on the table as he was last night.

It was Mycah's turn to be smug. "Quite the contrary actually," he replied in a sing song voice. 

"Really?" Arden asked with a slightly strained voice, still not looking up from his phone though his scrolling had ceased.

"Oh really." Mycah confirmed. "Anything you'd like to confess?" He asked innocently, causing Arden to finally look up from his phone.

"Anything you'd like to confess?" Arden countered, a knowing look in his eyes telling Mycah that Arden had not forgotten Mycah's confessions last night either.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Mycah played dumb.

"Really Mycah? So much for remembering everything." Arden said sarcastically.

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