Memories of a very drunk night

I awoke with a sickening headache that could only mean one thing; I guess I would remember what as soon as the throbbing pain would lessen.

While I tried to stay as still as humanly possible, memories were flashing though my head. There wasn't a single one I liked.

When a particular memory came up, I shot up. Not smart. I swallowed hard to keep the vomit on the right side of my body.

I was experiencing my worst hangover ever.

Slowly, I lay down again, remembering last night and the situation it had gotten me in to.

"Come on Lily!" Keira said while Melissa moped.

"It's true though," I shrugged. "He's not a rockstar. You got played." I shot a look at Melissa. "Serves you right for being so naïve all the time."

"Lily!" Keira hissed. "You don't have to be so mean to Mel just because Justin screwed you over." Now that made me glare at her.

"I dare you," Melissa suddenly said.

I shakily jumped to my feet, bending over the table, wobbly from too much tequila. Three shots were too much for me indeed. "To what?" I whispered.

"To nail a real celebrity," she smirked, which I interpreted as a knowing smile, knowing I would never succeed. But I was wasted.

"I accept," I whispered not noticing Keira who shot both of us looks and shook her head in despair.

I closed my eyes and turned my head a tad. I swallowed before I peeked through my lashes. A wave of nausea hit me when I saw the person snoozing next to me. This was exactly what I'd been afraid of.

Jake Depp. Not even remotely related to the guy you're thinking of right now.

Jake was establishing himself in the music business. He had an awesome voice and was absolutely gorgeous, or so they say. But he was the biggest jerk I knew.

See, Jake wasn't just a random celebrity, no, he had been my next door neighbor for ten freaking long years, until he moved to New York about fourteen months ago. I knew the exact date, because I'd thrown myself a small party. I think I might've made the worst mistake of my life. This one being closely followed by getting smashed on only three shots. I was the cheapest of cheap drunks.

And apparently a cheap girl as well. I winced and moaned inwardly.

Was it too late to sneak out of here, wherever here might be, unnoticed?

Jake stirred and yawned. No, didn't think so.

I cringed, trying to keep my rebelling stomach under control. I shook Jake violently, knowing I could never make it out of here both unnoticed and certain that this situation wouldn't escalate.

Jake muttered something incoherent and tried to get my hand of off him.

As he finally opened his eyes, he looked at me and said, like the nice guy he was: "What the fuck are you doing Lily?"

I rolled my eyes, which wasn't a smart move and while trying not to barf on him I replied: "Like hell if I know."

Then Jake sat up, pushing me back in the process. I moaned.

"Oh god, don't do that again," I groaned. Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy. "I'm gonna puke all over the place."

When I looked at Jake, I hated him even more. He wasn't affected by the alcohol at all and he must've had a lot as well.

"What the hell happened last night?" Jake demanded.

"I don't know," I muttered. "It seems pretty obvious to me though," I said and managed to put some sarcasm in my pained voice as well.

"I don't think so," he replied dryly after giving me the once over. He ran his hand through his perfect hair. How the bastard did it, I didn't get. While he managed to look utterly perfect even after having a night of drinking and sleep as well, I must've looked like a scarecrow. I know how I look in the morning and I can tell you, it's not a pretty sight. Hungover me though… I don't even want to go there, though somehow I'd ended up there anyway.

I glared at Jake through my already squinting eyes.

"And why would that be, genius?" I asked.

"Because we're still wearing our clothes," he replied, gesturing at me and then himself. "And god, you look awful in the morning." He actually shivered. I mentally kicked him in the crotch. That's for being a jerk.

"Well, you look…" I said, but didn't go any further, because there was nothing to comment on. He looked horribly perfect.

He smirked as I had nothing to say and just snorted. "Oh bite me," I finally snapped. "Now go get me some aspirin, I'm dying over here." I pulled the covers over my head, and to my surprise, I heard Jake getting out of bed to, hopefully, fix me some aspirin, or perhaps some illegal stuff that could cure hangovers in a snap. Frankly, I hoped for the latter, he was a rockstar after all.

More memories came to mind while Jake was out of the room.

"Him," Melissa said and pointed at some guy that looked awfully familiar, in weird way though.

The part of my brain usually in control of facial recognition had called it a night and was partying on the liquor I'd supplied, so I wouldn't find out whom I'd agreed upon.

Instead of yelling loudly and take the first available taxi home, I grinned and nodded in agreement. I should've seen Melissa's evil payback laugh, I also should've seen Keira shaking her head and notice her trying to talk me out of it, but it seemed as though the largest part of my brain was partying and busy being intoxicated. I definitely should've recognized the guy though. But my brain had decided to activate its tunnel vision and I only had eyes for the gorgeous guy that was looking really bored all by himself.

I walked over confidently, stroking my freshly dyed hair, before flipping it over my shoulder and batting my eyelashes at the guy.

When he finally looked over at me, his eyes grew larger and my grin turned into a seductive smile.

"Hey there," I breathed into his ear.

"Hi," he replied stiffly.

"Aren't you that famous rockstar?" Somehow my brain had managed to pick up that piece of information and shoved it down my throat.

"What are you doing?" Jake asked, but I heard: "What do you want to do?"

So I replied: "Have a good time, together."

That was where the memory ended and a short flashback showed me and Jake. Me puking my brains out and him sighing and carrying a half-unconscious me to his place. At least that told me where the heck I was.

I heard footsteps and felt embarrassed. Apparently he'd just played dumb. He knew exactly what'd happened last night. It also made me assume that he hadn't had even one drink that night. I blamed this all on my parents for raising me wrong.

"Jake," I whispered through the covers. I heard him put down a glass. "What happened yesterday after I hit on you in the club?" I asked, coloring brightly under the sheets where he couldn't see me. I felt so ashamed it almost seemed like he took care of me for the whole night. Somehow, I hoped that was indeed true.

"Here's you aspirin," he said, pulling back the covers that had hidden me so nicely just a second ago. He stared down at me with an unreadable look. The one he always seemed to save for me, ever since we were little kids. He'd smiled and frowned at other people, but always just looked blankly at me, like he didn't know what to think. I bet I knew what he was thinking now though.

I flinched at the light and gazed at the medicine in his hand.

"Jake?" I asked again.

"Don't go drinking if you can't hold your liquor," was his only remark.

"Oh come on," I whined. "You can't keep me in the dark. I feel pathetic enough as it is." I grasped his arm and he looked at me with a look saying: "You should feel pathetic."

He sighed annoyed, knowing I wouldn't stop nagging if he kept quiet. "Fine," he said curtly. "You were insanely drunk from an awfully small amount of alcohol." He shot me another look. Somehow, I couldn't exactly place it this time.

More memories floated through my head.

"Put me down, Jake," I murmured as he carried me through his house.

"You want to sleep in the hallway? I don't think so. With your luck you catch fucking pneumonia. Now stop wiggling or I'm gonna drop you," he snapped, annoyed at my behavior. I'd somehow remembered his name and the fact that I knew him from somewhere. My brain was done partying and had pretty much gone to sleep by this time, giving me a hard time not to follow its lead. It would be hungover in the morning. I giggled at my stupid drunk brain. Didn't it know that drinking was bad for you?

"Jesus Lily, what's wrong with you? Last time you got drunk you puked throughout my entire car. But of course you don't remember that," he muttered the last part, clamping me tighter, so I wouldn't send us flying down the stairs.

"Jake," I muttered satisfied in his ear. I liked the feeling of how he carried me on his back. I nuzzled my head into his neck and sniffed. "I love you Jake," I giggled, stretching the l-word.

Jake swore heartily under his breath, making me mock gasp.

"I hope this is the last time you're planning on getting hammered, because it's definitely the last time I'm going to save your ass." He took the last few steps of the flight and headed right. "But you love my ass," I muttered sadly.

"Moreover your drunk confessions of love are incredibly annoying. Would you stop that!" he hissed as I stroke his chest.

"But I know you love me too, Jake!" I giggled again, planting my lips on his head, which was followed by more swearing.

We'd finally reached his bedroom.

I moaned in frustration and humiliation, not knowing which one I should go with. One peek at Jake made it crystal clear though. Humiliation, definitely humiliation.

"I'm so sorry," I croaked, accepting his aspirin and gulping down the water he handed me next.

"Remembering it bit by bit, are you?" he replied dryly.

"I'm so sorry, Jake," I repeated. "I can't even remember those other times." I scowled. "I only recall waking up, not knowing how I'd gotten home."

He lifted an eyebrow. "Courtesy of yours truly," he replied sarcastically. "Now let go of my arm, would you?"

I did, as if lightening had struck me. No, that's not correct. Oh anyways.

"Please tell me what I can do to make it up to you," I sighed, laying my head down again and admitting my defeat; my humiliation.

"Don't get drunk near me again. Ever." I wanted to stick out my tongue and telling him he wasn't the boss of me, but that wasn't a great idea, considering the whole situation, so instead I replied: "Come on Jake, I'm sorry, alright?" I knew that wouldn't cut it though. He'd saved my ass too many times. Who knew what could've happened to me instead. I couldn't even recall those nights. I should really cut down the alcohol.

"Sorry for ruining my car or my night?" Like I thought, he wasn't anywhere near forgiving me. I tried my best pout on him, but it had no effect. He smacked it down with one of his stares. It reminded me of the look he had on the cover of his first album. I bet he was thinking about me that time.

"Both," I moaned, making him snort.

"Good." Jake turned his back on me and was about to walk away. I didn't want him to leave me in my miserable state though.

"Wait!" I shouted, deafening myself. "Why did you do it? And all those other times as well. I thought you hated me?" I was genuinely wondering about his intention. All those years I thought he hated me.

He ignored me and walked out of his room. Next, I heard him open another door, followed by water running. He was taking a shower. I sighed, relieved that the aspirin was starting to do what it was paid for. My headache was slowly fading, making it easier to think.

Then, another flashback. It was funny how my brain seemed to work better with Jake out of the picture.

"You can put me down now," I sung happily as we entered his room. He obliged and let me go. I slipped off his back, chirpily spinning around before falling down on the ground. "Oops," I snigger. Jake looked at me in a disapproving way, looking like an old man who'd suffered a lot. I guess that would be my fault.

I took his outstretched hand and let him help me back to my feet. I tilted over and fell a bit forward, bumping into his chest. He wrinkled his nose at me.

"Go brush your teeth," he said and pointed to the bathroom door on his left. I saluted and stumbled toward the door. Jake let out a big sigh and followed me, opening the door for me and handing me a toothbrush.

I felt a strange combination of cheery and tired. After I'd spit out the toothpaste and cleansed my mouth, I smiled sparkly at him. "All done now." I leaned forward. "Wanna smell?" I asked and giggled, opening my mouth and breathing my new fresh air into his face.

"Great," Jake sighed heavily. "It's bedtime, Lily." He pushed me through the door towards his bed.

"Wait, I need to change," I said intelligible and tried to pull out my shirt, it got stuck though and Jake pushed it back down.

"You don't need to change. Go to sleep already," he muttered, softly pushing me on the bed.

Finally, I lay down and he made sure that the covers were covering me. I slowly drifted off to sleep as I heard my savior brush his own teeth. My eyes fluttered open when I felt the weight pressing down on the other side of the bed.

"Goodnight kiss," I mumbled softly and rolled over to Jake. I closed my eyes and pursed my lips like a little girl and waited for him to peck me on the lips. When he didn't live up to my expectations, I opened one eye, leaving my mouth in the same position. "Kiss," I say through my pursed lips.

Jake gazed at me. His eyes were blue-ish, hard to define really. His spiky blonde hair, which I liked better when it was still brown, stuck out to every side and he just gazed at me. Something in that gaze made my heart race. Just when I thought he would stay like that forever or just fall asleep and ignore me, he extended his hand and laid it down in the back of my neck. I looked at him in surprise and let my face relax. Slowly he pulled me down.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh my god! He kissed me. Jake Depp, aspiring rockstar, former next-door neighbor and former subject of years of hatred, kissed me. And I liked it!

I ran for the nearest toilet. My stomach couldn't keep up with that and not even the aspirin could suppress this.

This was so wrong. And yet, how come I didn't think it to be that wrong? Well, of course it was way better than the other scenario I had in mind when I first woke up. But it still came as a shock that I had liked it.

But then, my mind said – finally fully awake – why would you mind? He looks great and… Ah yeah well, that was about it. Or was it? Was he really that horrible or had it just been my imagination? I didn't remember. It had been over a year since he'd left. One could definitely admire his determination of becoming a singer. And not through a crappy X-factor slash Idols show either.

I walked back to Jake's bedroom and finally looked around. I felt way better now I'd gotten rid of all the alcohol that had been poisoning my body. I knew I would feel horrible throughout the rest of the day though.

Before I could really contemplate what had all happened, Jake appeared around the corner, his wet hair sticking to his skull. At least he'd had the decency to get dressed.

I colored. Like I was the one to talk about decency.

An awkward silence filled the room.

Finally, I was the one who spoke up first. "You kissed me last night," I said factually.

"Yes," he replied unfazed. With a towel he'd taken from the shower, he started to rub his hair dry.

Awkward silence once more.

"Why?" I asked.

It was the first time that day he cracked a half smile. "Many reasons."

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" I sighed. "Look. I'm sorry for everything. I'm really grateful you helped me out." I paused and added: "Again."

Jake nodded, his smile already faded. This time, I felt really frustrated. Why the hell couldn't he just go with an honest expression instead of staring at me like a doll?

I waved a hand in front of his face. "Do you have any other expressions than this one?" I asked annoyed. "I'm sorry, okay? That must've been the umpteen time I said that now. Don't worry about me. I won't bother you anymore, okay? I'll just let myself out." I stalked to the door, half expecting him to stop me, but he didn't. Okay, that was fine as well. It wasn't like I cared.

It wasn't like I cared that he'd never paid any attention to me throughout all these years. It wasn't like I cared that he brought home beautiful girls while I stayed at home during the weekends. It wasn't like I cared that he'd nearly called every girl in our class pretty, except for me. It wasn't like I cared that he didn't care for me.

Angrily, I stomped down the stairs. All the way down the stairs. Halfway, I realized I should've taken the elevator. Stupid Jake, with his stupid career and his stupid girls. Of course I'd been happy to see him go. I would no longer have to see the look on those girls' faces. The sickening happy look they shot at him. The times I wished I would be them. It was better this way, with him living on his own in New York, being a big shot rockstar and everything. I couldn't care less. I wouldn't talk to him again, even if he'd crouch down and tell me that he'd become a rockstar to impress the girl next door he'd been in love with since he'd been five.

Whatever indeed.

When I finally pushed open the last door, rain was pouring down. I cursed loudly and ran to the street. I saw the incredibly busy traffic racing by and thought "Who am I kidding? It's not like I'll ever get a taxi here."

So I just stood there, angry at Jake and mostly angry at myself. Because what I'd finally realized was that I was in love with him. Or rather, had been for I don't know how many years. Of course my life just had to take that direction. All I wanted to do now, was go back home and call Keira to tell her what had happened last night. She would probably tell me that she'd known I'd loved Jake for the longest time.

Jerk, jerk, jerk. I chanted in my head, letting the rain fall down on my skin, soaking me to the last threat. But who cared? You could only get wet to your skin. Lucky for me – whom was I kidding? – there wasn't any wind at the moment. The rain just fell down vertically from the sky. I looked up to it and cursed it.

"Get back inside," I heard someone say behind me and I turned around. Someone was standing in the rain with a yellow umbrella. I glared at the person and he just shrugged, walking past.

"Get back inside," I heard again after a minute or so and I turned back around, about to tell the guy to shut his face, as I saw Jake standing there.

"Why should I?" I asked childishly, crossing my arms and nearly stomping my foot, like I used to when I was a little child.

"Because I don't want you to catch a cold." For once, he gave me a crooked smile, but I didn't see what was so funny.

"Like you care," I huffed.

"I just might," he replied and walked over to me, ushering me back inside. Reluctantly, I let him get his way, but only because I hated rain.

Once inside his apartment, I started to shiver.

"Lily, Lily, Lily," Jake said and shook his head. "What the hell are you doing to yourself? You're going to take a shower and I'll go get you some clothes."

I childishly repeated after him in an annoying tone, which he, of course, ignored.

"He's pissing me off," I said and grinded my teeth, nonetheless obliging him.

Thirty minutes later I joined him in the living room. He patted the seat next to him on the couch and I considered doing the opposite and sit down in a chair. But that would just be a juvenile thing to do, so I fell down on the couch.

"I know what you're thinking," he said.

"I don't think so," I muttered in reply. I was occupied with staring holes into his couch.

"I know you don't want to talk about it," he sighed. "But you have to get over this, Lily."

"How can I get over this when I just realized I'm in love with you!" I shouted exasperated, poking him in the chest.

His next move, I hadn't anticipated. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, making me fall forward. His lips crashed on my mouth and forcefully made their way through the barricade that was my closed mouth. I suddenly felt very glad that I'd taken the time to brush my teeth after I'd taken my shower.

Oh boy, was he a good kisser. Like yesterday, my brain shut down again and my body acted on its own, because surely, I wasn't making these humiliation noises. I reacted to his kiss like I'd never done anything else. I grasped his hair and hold on to it with my dear life. This is what I'd wanted it to be. Finally, I was in the position of the girls I'd envied.

When he finally let go of me, I stared at him in surprise, not knowing what to say.

"You kiss me, every time you're drunk," he gazed intensely at me. I stared back into his blue eyes, unbelievingly. "For once, I wanted to do it while you were at least sober." He threw me a skeptical look. "Or at least halfway there," he added dryly.

I had no idea how to respond to that, so I continued gawking at him. Jake just smirked.

"If this means that you've wrote a song for me, I'm so out of here," I breathed.

"Don't worry," he said and patted my head. "I wanted to save that for later."

I ogled him, not knowing what he meant by that. "If you say later, you mean?"

"Maybe," he shrugged sheepishly.

"So," I said tentatively, "If I say: I'm in love with you, you would say?"

"We might be two crazy people," he grinned and I smiled broadly at him, happy that he finally showed me some other expression.

Then I saw the last flashback.

As Jake finally let go of me, I was panting. "Wow," I muttered slowly. "You love me," I nodded wisely.

He sighed. "That's what I told you last time. But somehow, you just won't meet me when you're sober."

"You love me," I repeated, stretching the l-word once again, bopping my head.

"Oh god, this again," Jake groaned. "And here I was, thinking I could finally tell you when you were sober." He covered his head with his hands. "You're not going to remember anything again, are you?"

"Nope," I giggled, making him glare at me.

"This isn't funny, Lily," he said, sounding a bit angry. "I don't want to pretend in the morning. Fuck, I hate it when you get drunk. This is like the fifth time. Get a grip, woman!" My blue-eyed kisser shook me. "I swear, if it wasn't for Keira and I… You would probably wake up in the gutter some day," he shook his head.

"G'night," I smiled randomly.

"G'night, Lily," Jake sighed. "Love you, but you don't know it."

"Jup." This time I was really tired.

"I swear, you got like two personalities."

I didn't answer though, since I'd finally fallen asleep.

"Wow," I said. "I'm sorry for being so stupid. No wait, I'm sorry it took me so long to figure out my feelings. Apparently drunk me had it figured out a long time ago. Can I make it up to you?"

"Drunk you sure is honest," Jake replied and rolled his eyes. "But I like sober Lily better," he smiled at me and kissed me.

"I'll try to stay that way," I grinned and indulged myself into his kiss.

Okay, I'm very tired (it's 1 AM in the morning) and at the moment, I'm really done with this story. So please forgive me the raw ending. I'll probably edit it a bit, but I just wanted to get it up now. Let me know what you think anyway, it's highly appreciated as always! Especially this time since I will definitely edit it.

I wanted to do so many things tonight, but I ended up writing this story till the ending, which I hadn't written out yet. I'm gonna go to sleep now and I hope you guys will/have enjoy(ed) the story. Please leave a review with your opinion~!

~Jade