I’ll keep fighting. I’ll keep swinging, til I got nothing left
Me and Ashton have drank a significant amount of alcohol. We aren’t quite drunk but we’re not sober either. So we start talking about random things like our favorite colors and things of that nature. Until he asks a serious question.
“What would it take for you to trust someone enough to tell them your biggest fears, most unrealistic dreams, and your darkest secrets?” He asked. I think for a minute. “I don’t know I never let anyone get that close.” I tell him honestly. He nods. “What about you?” I asked. “Them willing to do the same.” He tells me. “How do you know if they’re willing to do the same?” I asked. “You just know I guess.” He says finishing off the last bottle of Jack.
“How do you plan on getting home?” I asked him. “Hadn’t thought that far ahead.” He tells me opening another bottle of tequila and handing it to me. “Well your not driving.” I tell him as I bring the bottle to my lips. “Nope. I guess I should call one of the guys.” He says grabbing his phone.
“Shit.” He says as he looks at his phone. “What?” I asked. “I was supposed to have dinner with my parents tonight.” He groans. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” I say as I hand him back the bottle.
“I was supposed to introduce them to my girlfriend.” He tells me. “You have a girlfriend?” I asked. “No but they don’t need to know that.” He says taking a drink. “Let me guess they want you to settle down and your not ready?” I ask. “It’s not about being ready it’s about finding someone I want to settle down with.” He tells me.
“So who was supposed to go with you tonight?” I asked. “Stacy.” He tells me. “Who?” I asked. “A girl Sparrow knows.” He tells me. “Have you ever met her?” I asked. “Nope. I was supposed to pick her up and work out the details of our pretend relationship on the way to my parents house.” He tells me.
“Do you even know her last name?” I asked. “No.” He tells me. I laugh. “What’s so funny?” He asked. “The fact that you were going to take a girl to your parents house and you don’t even know her last name.” I tell him. “I needed someone on short notice.” He tells me.
“If it was short notice how do your parents even know about your fake girlfriend?” I asked. “Well you see I kinda used my pretend girlfriend as an excuse to get out of some family events.” He tells me. “Of course you did. So what are you going to do now?” I asked. “Hope they forgot as well.” He tells me. “Good luck with that.” I tell him taking the bottle from him. “I’m going to need it.” He mutters. I start to laugh again.
“Okay back to our problem at hand how are you getting home?” I asked again. “Oh yeah I forget about that.” He says grabbing his phone again and calls someone. “Hey are you sober?” He asked. “Damn. Is anyone sober?” He asked. “Great. Just great.” He mutters. Then hangs up his phone.
“Problem?” I asked. “Everyone is partying or gone.” He tells me. “You could always stay here.” I tell him. “I can’t. Besides I’ll just Uber or something.” He tells me. “Why can’t you?” I asked. “You barely know me wouldn’t that be weird?” He asked. “You know more about me then most. Besides it not like we’re sharing a bed you can crash in the guest room.” I tell him.
“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He tells me. “If you made me feel uncomfortable you wouldn’t be sitting here, talking to me while I’m drinking. But if it will make you feel better you can sleep on the couch and I’ll lock my bedroom door.” I tell him.
“Alright.” He says. “Alright you’ll stay and sleep in the guest room or on the couch?” I joked. “The guest room.” He tells me with a smile. I nod. “Well then now that that is settled I think it’s time for some food.” I say as I get up and open the balcony door. I walk in and he follows behind me.