around my cup inhaling its delicious aroma. It calms my mind for a minute and all seems right with the world until I remember that I have more questions to ask.
“Soo…” I hesitate, “Why didn’t you guys drop me off at home?” I ask, averting the awkward silence far away from the throw up incident.
Ace stirs creamer into his coffee while answering, “You forgot your keys and by the time we got back into town you were out cold. We decided to bring you back to Nate’s house.” He looks up from his coffee and continues, “When we were down the street from the house you threw up again but this time all over yourself so when we got into the house Sara changed you and helped you into bed while I washed your clothes. Sara insisted on staying in the room to make sure you were alright.”
Even though I’m relieved that nothing else happened, I’m embarrassed I drank so much. I only meant to calm my nerves but instead I acted like a complete out of control fool. I can’t recall ever getting so drunk before. Once, when I was in high school, I drank too much at a party, but I was able to throw up in the bathroom by myself without anyone ever knowing it happened. But, I remember it. I’ve never blacked out before, and it’s scary to not remember pieces of my life even if they were embarrassing moments.
“I’m so sorry. I swear that is not normal for me at all,” I apologize.
“No need to apologize. I’ve blacked out more times than I care to admit or even remember.”
At that moment the waitress brings our food. My stomach is feeling considerably better and I’m looking forward to digging into my food. I start cutting my bear claw into bite sized pieces. Once I’m done I start to bring the first bite toward my mouth, and that’s when I notice Ace staring at me. “What?” I smile.
“Did you just cut up a pastry into bite sized pieces? That should be some kind of crime, I can’t even look at you right now.” Ace shakes his head in mock disappointment.
I let out a laugh. “It’s too messy if I eat it with my hands,” I complain.
“There’s no excuse,” he jokes. He then turns his attention to his food and begins some sort of food ritual. He cuts up everything on his plate into small pieces and mixes it together. Then he drizzles syrup over the entire mess. Suddenly I don’t feel so good, and I push my plate away only after a couple of bites. As he digs in he notices my disgusted stare. He raises his eyebrows in question since he is unable to talk because his mouth is filled with his breakfast mush.
“You are such a hypocrite!” I laugh “You just cut up your entire meal into bite sized pieces.”
He swallows. “Doesn’t count. There’s syrup on it and it’s not a pastry.”
“So you’re telling me if I would have put syrup over my cut up bear claw that would be okay?”
“No because it’s a pastry,” he replies before scooping up another bite and shoving it into his mouth.
I roll my eyes at his response, and we continue eating. However, after seeing the way Ace eats his food my appetite has disappeared. We fill in the silence with small talk, although we haven’t talked about serious subjects I think we have a silent understanding that we both have pasts we’re trying to avoid, and we don’t push each other to confess them.
As much as I want to steer clear of a romantic relationship with Ace it’s blaringly obvious that we have a connection. I can’t deny that, but I’m going to try my damndest to keep it a platonic friendship. I can’t afford to give myself to someone, especially someone with a history like Ace’s.
Before we leave, I text Sara and ask how she’s feeling. She replies a short time later saying she’s fine and she’s going to hang out with Nate for a bit. As we’re walking back to the car I ask Ace if he can drop me off at home. Sara drove last
“Soo…” I hesitate, “Why didn’t you guys drop me off at home?” I ask, averting the awkward silence far away from the throw up incident.
Ace stirs creamer into his coffee while answering, “You forgot your keys and by the time we got back into town you were out cold. We decided to bring you back to Nate’s house.” He looks up from his coffee and continues, “When we were down the street from the house you threw up again but this time all over yourself so when we got into the house Sara changed you and helped you into bed while I washed your clothes. Sara insisted on staying in the room to make sure you were alright.”
Even though I’m relieved that nothing else happened, I’m embarrassed I drank so much. I only meant to calm my nerves but instead I acted like a complete out of control fool. I can’t recall ever getting so drunk before. Once, when I was in high school, I drank too much at a party, but I was able to throw up in the bathroom by myself without anyone ever knowing it happened. But, I remember it. I’ve never blacked out before, and it’s scary to not remember pieces of my life even if they were embarrassing moments.
“I’m so sorry. I swear that is not normal for me at all,” I apologize.
“No need to apologize. I’ve blacked out more times than I care to admit or even remember.”
At that moment the waitress brings our food. My stomach is feeling considerably better and I’m looking forward to digging into my food. I start cutting my bear claw into bite sized pieces. Once I’m done I start to bring the first bite toward my mouth, and that’s when I notice Ace staring at me. “What?” I smile.
“Did you just cut up a pastry into bite sized pieces? That should be some kind of crime, I can’t even look at you right now.” Ace shakes his head in mock disappointment.
I let out a laugh. “It’s too messy if I eat it with my hands,” I complain.
“There’s no excuse,” he jokes. He then turns his attention to his food and begins some sort of food ritual. He cuts up everything on his plate into small pieces and mixes it together. Then he drizzles syrup over the entire mess. Suddenly I don’t feel so good, and I push my plate away only after a couple of bites. As he digs in he notices my disgusted stare. He raises his eyebrows in question since he is unable to talk because his mouth is filled with his breakfast mush.
“You are such a hypocrite!” I laugh “You just cut up your entire meal into bite sized pieces.”
He swallows. “Doesn’t count. There’s syrup on it and it’s not a pastry.”
“So you’re telling me if I would have put syrup over my cut up bear claw that would be okay?”
“No because it’s a pastry,” he replies before scooping up another bite and shoving it into his mouth.
I roll my eyes at his response, and we continue eating. However, after seeing the way Ace eats his food my appetite has disappeared. We fill in the silence with small talk, although we haven’t talked about serious subjects I think we have a silent understanding that we both have pasts we’re trying to avoid, and we don’t push each other to confess them.
As much as I want to steer clear of a romantic relationship with Ace it’s blaringly obvious that we have a connection. I can’t deny that, but I’m going to try my damndest to keep it a platonic friendship. I can’t afford to give myself to someone, especially someone with a history like Ace’s.
Before we leave, I text Sara and ask how she’s feeling. She replies a short time later saying she’s fine and she’s going to hang out with Nate for a bit. As we’re walking back to the car I ask Ace if he can drop me off at home. Sara drove last
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