careless whisper

    ‘ yeah, you did. it was a little unexpected, but it’s definitely one of the greatest things that you’ve ever said to me; i’ll never forget it, it’s drilled into my memory ! and nope, there’s no way i’m gonna let you live this down ! i’m literally going to bring it up every fucking day and there’s a slight chance that i might end up calling you in the middle of the night just to reminisce about it      well sure, i know that you’ve got feelings for me because we’ve talked about it a hundred times, but yesterday was different. you were talking about how, like, you don’t care if we fuck our friendship up and although you were probably just spewing out spurious thoughts, it really got me thinking ‘bout what i want, y’know? ’ setting aside the box of cereal, he decides to follow suit and join addison under the blanket, hands nimbly grabbing hold of the duvet to drag it over his own head, body shuffling down until he was face-to-face with the other. ‘ i can’t just be mates with you, so i’m following in the steps of drunk addie by saying fuck our friendship ! ’

without alcohol in her system addie wasn’t as fearless. as much as she liked and cared for dakota, she didn’t know if this was a good idea. the fear of something going wrong between them gnawed at her mind and scared her shitless, yet looking into the other’s eyes– it was impossible not to take the chance for something more. “are you sure you want to say fuck it? this could end really bad and then we never talk to each other again.” she replied before swallowing down her insecurities and fears of rejection and continuing, “ –– if you’re sure though, then i’m sticking with drunk addie and saying fuck it too. drunk addie clearly knew what she was talking about and honestly being just friends with you kind of drives me crazy. i don’t want to be scared to be happy anymore and me being happy is when i’m around you as corny and cheesy as that sounds.”

    dakota’s been up for quite some time but instead of doing anything that’d be considered even remotely productive, he’s spent the last hour and a half watching reruns of friends and messily eating froot loops out of the box, leaving the bed coated with cereal. ‘ um, you woke me up at god knows what time by, like, yelling at my door ! you thought it’d be a good idea to hang out or whatever, but as soon as you hopped into bed, we both kind of just dozed off… but not before you told me that you wanted to romantically suck me off     wait, stay still for a second. ’ he quickly leans over and reaches for a stray piece of cereal that had managed to get caught on addison’s hair, gently picking it out and throwing it into his mouth. ‘ sorry ‘bout that ! anyway, getting back to recounting last night, you pretty much just came over and expressed your feelings for me     it was really cute. ’

“hold up. i said that i wanted to romantically suck you off? oh god.” her embarrassment was evident by the rose colored hue that surfaced on her cheeks. her hands did their best attempt at covering her face in attempt to hide her blush. “i’m never going to live this down, am i?” moving her hands down from her face she let out a huge sigh, “well it’s not like you didn’t already know i had feelings or anything, but god – i can’t believe i did that. i’m never going to drink again ever in my life and i’m just going to spend the rest of my life under your covers and never come out because clearly i’m a mess and deserve an under the covers existence.” she dramatically spoke before furrowing herself under the covers.

    ‘ oh no, why’d you have to mention the whole farting thing ? i forgot about it and now you’ve just put it back into my head ! can you do a little one now or am i going to have to hope and pray that you end up farting in your sleep ? you’ve probably heard me do it a million times, so it’s only fair if you do it back      i should definitely let this topic go, though. the way i’m going on about it is making me sound like i’ve got some sort of fetish. ’ truthfully, dakota’s not too sure about how the other’s going to react to waking up in his bed, so he’s trying his best to savour the moment by reaching for her hand and intertwining their fingers, sighing gently. as much as he’d like to think that everything will be all sunshine and rainbows from here on out, he can’t help but have his doubts. ‘ by the way, thanks for making an effort to come over; i’ve missed you way too much and there’s absolutely nobody else that i’d rather be spooning with right now. i’m a little too tired to show it, but i’m literally the epitome of happiness right now. ’

"that makes me happy to hear. i only ever want you to be happy because, don’t tell aurora, but you’re kinda my favorite person. you beat her out by just a little.” giving his hand a tiny squeeze she continued on, “which is a huge accomplishment really. no one else ever beats her. consider yourself very lucky.” the more addie spoke the slower and more mumbled her words seemed until she was past the point of coherency until she fell asleep in the other’s embrace. in the morning with heavy eyelids she jolted upright from her previous position when she realized the fact that she currently wasn’t in her own bedroom. noting her surroundings and dakota on the bed as well she tried to remember the events of the night before but was coming up empty except for a few tidbits. “god, how’d i end up here?” 

    ‘ believe it or not, if you puked all over me i’d still probably like you, but i’d prefer it if you didn’t use me as your very own sickness bag     it’d be gross and i’d be mentally scarred for a good week or so ! if you actually end up feeling like you need to barf, do your best to let it all out in the hallway and not in here. ’ it takes him a few seconds to get comfortable, his body wiggling around under the blanket before finally settling behind the female’s, eyes shutting as his arm loosely hooked over her waist. ‘ y’know, if we decide to be more than friends, we should make it a rule that instead of arguing, we’ve got to spoon instead     it’s, like, therapeutic or some shit. ’

“i’ll try my bestest not to get sick in your room or directly in front of your door. in fact, if there’s a frat brother you hate or need to get back at i’ll go throw up on them. i’m drunk so they’ll think it’s an accident but it won’t be!” the conversation was now being had with closed eyes considering drunk spontaneity had turned into drunk fatigue. “hm, i really like that idea. although, i think when–– i mean.. if we get together that would solve our fighting. we have really only fought about feelings stuff if you think about it, and the fact that i won’t fart in front of you. but the farting thing isn’t much of a fight since i won’t.” addie chuckled gently which transitioned to a modest yawn. 

    ‘ did you just say that you want to romantically suck my dick ? oh my god, that’s fucking amazing. can i hang out with drunk addie more often ? i like her, she’s got a nice way of wording things. but, um, on a more serious note, the whole fuck it talk’s uncharted territory for us, so we should probably have this discussion when you’re sober. though, i’ll have you know that i think it’d be fucking awesome if we were more than frie   ’ he stops mid-sentence to watch with fondness as addie begins to hide her face, hands moving to gently tug at the blanket with a pout. ‘ aw, you’d spoon with me if even if i smelt of booze ? that’s cute, now i’ve gotta have a bit of a cuddle with you or else i’ll just look like an asshole     turn around and scooch back, i wanna be the big spoon. ’ 

“did i just admit that? oops? you can hang out with drunk addie as much as you want but next time drunk addie is around so should drunk dakota because it’s not fair that i’m saying embarrassing things and you’re not mister. –– hey you’re only spooning with me now because you feel like you have to and not that you want to!” she responds whilst rotating her body so that she could be the little spoon. “yeah, i can’t be the big spoon because what if i throw up on you? that’d be so icky and i wouldn’t be able to ever see you again because i would die from embarrassment when i woke up. you’d definitely not like me then!” 

    ‘ you wanted to hang out at four in the morning ? i’m not complaining, but it’s a bit of a strange time to hang out, isn’t it ? mhmm, it makes total sense; even though i was pretty much the cause of both of our most recent tiffs, they still made my heart hurt a lot… but i promise that i’ll never again say or do anything that’ll potentially fuck up our friendship. ’ with an ungracious groan he moves towards the edge of the bed to make room for the female, kicking over some of his blanket for her to take. ‘ so, how much have you had to drink tonight ? you quite literally dragged in this pungent stench with you and now the only thing that i can smell is alcohol ! like, i was thinking of asking if you wanted to spoon, but i feel like you smell similar to what lindsay lohan would’ve smelt like in twenty-eleven, no offence. ’

“no because i was hanging out with friends and then i thought about you and how it felt like years since we hung out in person, and there’s no time like the present, so here i am to hang out with you instead.” she explained as if her thought process still excused and explained the absurd hour she showed up at. “okay honestly fuck our friendship though. at this point i don’t mind fucking it up. it’s bullshit! you ever see that one video of that comedian where she’s like ‘i don’t want to be your friend i want to suck your dick?’ that’s how i feel but more like i don’t want to be your friend i wanna romantically suck your dick.” addie’s filter was nonexistent at this point and without a doubt sober addie is going to be embarrassed by her words now. “ummm i don’t really remember? more than six? i lost count.” grabbing ahold of the blanket she brought it up to cover her face in her abashment. “hmph –– i’d still spoon you if you smelled like alcohol.”

    university’s been kicking his ass lately, so after spending the whole entire day catching up on the reading materials and completing an assignment, it’s safe to say that dakota’s absolutely drained both physically and mentally, hence why he’s snoring away in bed instead of pulling the usual all-nighter. however, his sleep’s cut short by a loud ( but recognisable ) voice that has him immediately jolting out of his dream, a disgruntled ‘ oh my god ’ being murmured under his breath as he checks the time on his phone before rolling out of bed and making his way over towards the door, opening it with an unimpressed look. ‘ why are you being so goddamn noisy ? you’re going to wake everybody up. ’ his head shakes from side to side as he moves away from the other to climb back into bed, hand motioning for her to close the door. ‘ why are you here, addie ? it’s late as fuck and i’m sleepy, so if you’re here to yell at me, can i get a rain check ? ’

“sorry!” she replied in a much more hushed tone although it didn’t matter as much considering she was now inside the boy’s room. after shutting the door addie sloppily found her way towards the bed. nudging dakota over she placed herself next to him. “i’m not here to fight. i miss you. i came here to hang out –– i don’t want to fight you anymore. i like you way too much to keep doing that. it like.. hurts my heart when we do. does that make sense? it does i think, and if it doesn’t, keep up so it will make sense. although you’re so smart you get it, right?” her ramble was a little slurred and didn’t make the most sense due to the effects of the alcohol she drank but the words she spoke were still true. at the moment the intoxicated brunette didn’t have the thought process to lie to him. all she knew at the moment was that she wanted to be near him.

you could always come up with a way to globally just embarrass him like pay NBC to show a picture of him with a caption talking about how he has the world smallest dick or something.

“that’s the only way you’ll get me to watch it in 2020. i expect him to get the gold, too. nothing less.”

“i have a theory that the phelps family is not human so i’m sure he will beat them all. the only thing that could be more entertaining though is if both michael as an old man and baby phelps as an infant compete against each other and the baby wins.”