Imagine having to deal with Jared’s drunkenness
The sun has already set by the time I wake up, and the noises coming from the living room let me know that I’m not alone anymore. I grab a blanket and wrap it around me, starting to walk outside the bedroom.
“Emma? What the hell are you doing?”
The kitchen island is covered with different kind of ingredients, and I can see at least two pans in the stove. When Emma hears me call her name she turns around with a big smile on her face.
“Oh, you know, a little something for the best roomie in the whole wide world!”
The smile, the treat… Oh no. “Emma…” I try to get her attention, but she’s already turning around to continue with her task.
“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry, I’ll cook more quietly and when it’s ready I’ll let you know”
“Can you just tell me what you are planning?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, “If anyone knows you in this world, that’s me. Talk”
She turns around again, guilt clear on her face, “The guys told me we are going out today, and there’s this guy that I really like and he’s coming with us. I need friendly back up” She sighs, like she’s been holding this up for days.
“You know your friends and I don’t get along…”
“You get along pretty well” Emma interrupts me, now it’s her turn to cross her arms.
“Do I really have to recall that time certain friend of yours got me so angry I had to leave my own apartment?”
“Jared likes to tease you” She mutters, getting back to her cooking, “Don’t listen to him”
“I’ll think about it”
I return to my room, lying back on my bed. Memories from the night Emma invited all of her friends to the apartment come back to my head. Jared has always been a pain in my ass, every time he comes around he’s always trying to pick a fight with me, dropping annoying comments, but that night he really got on my nerves. The following day I had a job interview, and Emma thought that having a couple of drinks would lose me up for the next day. All of her friends came to the house, and we were actually having a good time till Jared started picking out on me. He started giving me ‘advice’ on what clothes I should wear so I could ‘impress’ my future boss; that the company was garbage; and so, so, so on. I told him a hundred times to stop, and he didn’t, so I left.
Emma comes into my room with a tray, a bottle of white wine and two glasses. I get up to help her with the tray and we sit in the bed.
We eat and drink talking about how our day went, Emma tells me about Jared, and I hear about her annoying boss with the best smile I can offer her. She hears about my day too and, as we finish eating, I know she’s waiting for my response.
“Ok, but you owe me one, you hear me? A big one”
Emma jumps from her side of the bed to hug me and kiss my cheeks, “You’re the best! THE best!”
“Ok, now leave me alone so I can pick my best Wednesday Addams clothes so nobody gets close to me tonight”
Emma leaves with all the dirty dishes and I’m left alone in my room. I quickly pick a dress, put on some make up and fix my messy hair. In no time I’m leaving the apartment with a really nervous Emma that cannot even stop thanking me for being with her tonight.
The place chosen by Emma’s friends is a bar close to Beverly Hills. We get off the cab and get in the bar with no problem at all, since there aren’t much people around yet. It doesn’t takes us long to see where the rest is sitting, and I notice how Emma starts to get nervous.
“Ok, let’s go, is now or never” I pull her to the group of men.
Everyone seems pleased to see us, even Jared, that reserves all comments to himself and just greets me with a quick “hello”. I let Emma sit with her special friend, and I sit next to Shannon, who immediately starts asking me about work.
As the night goes on, Emma disappears with her friend, just as the rest of the people from the group. I end up in the bar, asking for a beer, when Jared finds his way to sit next to me.
“You look really nice” It’s the first thing he says to me since he greet me an hour ago.
“Not too slutty?” I ask him, recalling one of his words from the last time we saw each other.
“Hey, you remember” He laughs, “I was joking; you didn’t have to take it that seriously, you know?”
“Not a nice joke, Jared” I mutter, receiving my beer.
“It was a good one. Anyway, did you get the job?”
I take my time to take a sip of my beer, play with my cup and bite my lip before I decide to answer.
“No” It’s the only thing I say, not wanting to continue and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right all along, the company was garbage.
“They didn’t give you the job?” He asks, really shocked.
“They did, but I rejected it” I shrug, sipping my beer one again, “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have some girls to woo tonight?”
All the time he has been sitting by my side, he’s been switching his eyes from mine to the television behind the bar. But now that I’ve decided to talk more, he turns to face me.
“You are really talkative tonight, I like it”
“And you are drunk when it’s not even midnight yet”
“I rather be drunk than pissed” He shrugs calling the bartender, “Can I have another beer?”
I shake my head, leaving my empty cup aside, “Whatever, it was nice talking to you”
I start walking away, but Jared grabs my wrist to stop me. I look at him impressed, since this is actually the first time we touch each other.
“Why don’t you stay for a while? I’ll buy you another drink. Hey!” He calls the bartender again, “Another beer”
I pull to set my wrist free, but he looks at me with pleading eyes. I end up rolling my eyes and getting back on my seat. The bartender puts a new beer in front of me as he gives me a quick smile and gets back to his duties. Jared drinks his beer in silence, giving me quick looks, like he wants to make sure I’m still there.
“I wasn’t joking when I said you look pretty tonight” Jared mutters, his eyes fixed on the television.
I turn my head to try and catch a glimpse of his eyes, but he doesn’t look at me. Jared is complimenting me, but I can’t take him seriously.
“You are really drunk” I laugh.
“I’m not” He complains, finally looking at me in the eyes.
“Yes, you are. You should stop drinking and go home”
“Whatever” He says, standing from his stool, “I shouldn’t have ask you to stay, you are as unpleasant as ever”
“Nice talking to you!” I shout at him as he disappears among the people.
After a while of walking around, talking to a few people and lose track of everyone who I came to join tonight, I decide it is better to go home. Emma looks really happy with her friend and I feel it wasn’t even necessary to bring me for support, since she left me alone 10 minutes after we arrived.
I walk towards Emma to say goodbye, but she walks towards me too. When I have her in front of me I notice she looks worried.
“I need a favor” She says holding both of my hands.
“I’m drunk and my mom is already asleep, I can’t leave the apartment, sorry” I talk way too fast, raising my hand to silence her.
“What? No, it is not that” She sighs, looking at me in the eyes, “It’s Jared, he’s drunk and Shannon already left. I can’t take him home, everything is on track and I think I may get a kiss tonight!”
“A kiss? Wow, when do you announce the wedding?” I mock at her, being my annoying drunk self.
“Please, it’s the last thing I ask you” Emma looks at me with puppy eyes, and I can’t say no to my best friend. I end up nodding, “Thank you, thank you! I haven’t drink, so I’ll take his car. Here, take some money for a cab, I’ll text you his address”
“You owe me two now, Emma, two huge ones”
“I know; but you really don’t know how thankful I am. He’s at the bar trying to get a drink”
I walk towards the bar and it doesn’t take me much to see Jared trying to convince the bartender to give him another drink. I sit next to Jared without saying a word, but when he acknowledges my presence, he gets quiet.
“We need to go” I tell him, turning to face him, “You are too drunk”
“You already said that”
“Yeah, an hour ago. You are wasted now”
I see him rolling his eyes, and if it is hard to deal with Jared when he’s sober, dealing with him drunk is going to be hell.
“Jared please, don’t make this hard”
“Hard? I’m not hard” He affirms standing from the stool, I look at him serious as he gives me a smile, “Come on, I haven’t even see you smile tonight”
“Well, you haven’t said anything that can make me smile, only get angry”
“I’ll go if you show me a smile”
“I’ll smile when we are already at your house, ok?”
He wraps one of his arms on my shoulders walking me out of the bar. Outside, he starts heading us to the parking lot of the bar, but I stop him midway.
“We are way too drunk to drive, we are getting a cab”
“You are drunk?!” He asks me, way more surprised than I would expect, and I blame his drunkenness, “You are not drunk, you don’t look drunk!”
“Jesus, Jared, keep it down” I ask him, leading him outside the bar again to catch a cab.
“What? I’m not shouting!”
“You clearly are, just stay quiet for 5 minutes, ok?”
“You are not my boss” He mutters, crossing his arms, “Am my own boss”
“Sure, whatever you say”
I decide to ignore Jared, but always keeping an eye on him in case he decides to get back inside the bar. He walks around restless while I look for a cab. Fifteen minutes pass, and Jared is really starting to annoy me.
“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” All of the sudden, my private life became the topic at hand, “I’ve known you for two years and you’ve always been single”
“I like being single; stop talking about me and shut up”
“But you are pretty and intelligent; guys should make lines to date you”
“They don’t. Shut up, Jared, or I’ll punch you in the face”
Jared raises both of his hands starting to back away, looking at me a bit scared.
When a cab finally appears, I throw Jared inside and give the driver the address Emma texted me a couple of minutes ago. Jared rests his head on my shoulder and keeps quiet for the rest of the trip. I thank whatever god helped me to finally shut him up, but I pray that he doesn’t fall asleep before we arrive, or I’m not going to be able to get him out of the car.
“I think I’m drunk” He mumbles when we arrive.
“You really are” I laugh, “Good to know you finally noticed it”
Jared gets out of the car while I pay the driver. My door suddenly opens and Jared is offering me his hand to help me out of the cab. I roll my eyes and take it. He doesn’t let go of me as he takes me inside the house.
I’m too drunk to push him away and head back home, so I just follow him inside, wondering why all of the sudden he looks so happy to be by my side. But I’m also surprised by my attitude; I promise him that I’ll make sure he is in his bed before I go, but I’m actually not certain that I want to leave him.
“I’ll brush my teeth first, wait here”
He gently makes me sit on his bed and holds his hands on my arms to stabilize me. When I see him walk to the bathroom I notice how drunk he still is, and how he needs to use the furniture to stay on foot.
“I have to go, it’s late” I tell him when I see him come out of the bathroom.
But he does not say a word and walks towards me to lay me on his bed, resting all his weight over my body. My breathing turns heavy when his face gets too close to mine and his eyes are in full display just for me.
“What are you…?”
His lips silence me and I find myself responding to his kiss. His hand starts stroking my cheek, pulling away my messy hair that insists on getting in the middle. His breathing turns heavy too, and my hands find their way through his chest to get to his neck and pull him closer to me.
“We shouldn’t” I mutter between kisses.
“We should” He corrects me, still kissing me, but with a smile on his lips.
The same hand that stroked my cheek now starts to go down. He traces my arm, waist and hip, ending up in my thigh, using it as a way to switch places with him.
A minute ago I didn’t know what I was doing, and now all I wanted to do was to be with him. The sudden thought makes me pull away from him and get up from the bed.
“No, where are you going?”
Jared gets up too, holding my arms to stop me from leaving the room.
“We are too drunk for this” I mutter, trying to pull away once again, “Jared, please, just let me go”
“I can’t” He mumbles, and I’m afraid he’ll start crying.
“What are you talking about?” I ask him cupping his face, “Are you alright?”
“I love you” He mutters.
Both of my hands fall as I start to back away.
“Ok, I’m done” I laugh, “Bye, Jared, have a good night”
I’m laughing as I get out of his room, but he runs to stop me again.
“I’m serious” His hand holds mine and I decide to focus my eyes on this rather than his eyes, “I love you, why do you think I was being so annoying with you?”
“Stop saying I’m too drunk!” He shouts and I can’t help but stay quiet, finally fixating my eyes on his, “I’m not joking, nor lying. I love you”
“I have to leave”
“No, please stay” He asks with pleading eyes, “I won’t kiss you again; I just want you to stay the night… please”
I impress myself by nodding to his request. We head back to his bedroom, but I’m the one who breaks the promise of no kisses. I can’t hold myself and I pull Jared by his shirt. At first, he asks me to stop and I consider it for half a second before I decide that the idea is complete bullshit and push him to the bed.
I roll on the bed, bumping onto something that shouldn’t be there. My eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the light and, when I’m finally able to see clearly, something is not right. I know I’m screaming before my brain decides if it’s a good idea or not.
“What?” Jared opens his eyes scared, looking around for the source of the noise.
When his eyes finally lay on me, a big smile appears on his face as he lies back on his bed again, “Shit, I told you”
“Wait, what?” I ask him confused, starting to get out of bed, “Oh, God, I’m naked”
“Of course you are” He laughs.
And as if something suddenly hit my head, I start to remember.
“You seriously don’t remember?” He asks me, eyeing my naked body from his position.
“I think I do”
“Good, because I’m not going repeat it. And I think your bra is over there” He adds pointing at his television on the other side of the room.
I run to catch my bra, hearing how he mumbles from his bed.
“God, you must have been so drunk. You fucking hate me!”
“And apparently you love me, so shut the fuck up”
“That’s not a good way to start the day” He says, kneeling on the bed, “Come here”
His hand reaches for my arm, dragging me towards him, making me fall over his naked body.
“Jesus, you are naked, let me go!!” I shout, trying to escape, but his hands are already on my face, steading me to kiss me again.
“That’s better” He mutters, when my body starts to relax and give in to his touch, “I like it when you hate me like this”
“You are going to pay for this” Is the last thing I say before I finally give in, grabbing his hair to get him closer to me and start my day in the strangest way possible.