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Ugh, I think I've made history, because this has got to be the worst hangover *ever*! Remind me never to drink that much again. How did I end up in my bed? I can't really remember going to sleep. Huh, if I didn't clean up, Jim's gonna have a fit about the mess I lef- Oh SHIT!
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...
No way, no way, no way, no way, I did not tell Jim that last night, I did not tell Jim that last night... It's just my imagination, right? I imagined the whole thing, and I didn't tell Jim I wanted to kiss him. I did not tell him I love him.
Whatever happened to 'he'll never find out how I feel about him,' huh? Oh God, I think I'm gonna shoot myself. Really. I think I'll just shoot myself dead. Maybe I'll move out. Maybe I'll leave Cascade. Maybe I'll leave the States. Maybe I'll just leave the Earth altogether? As long as I don't have to face-
"Jim!"
"Hi," he says quietly, walking over to the bed and holding out a cup of coffee. Ooo, coffee! Nice for hangovers.
"Thanks," I say as I take the cup. Ugh, hangovers bad. Coffee nice.
It's too damn quiet in here. Maybe I'll make some noise? Or maybe not, what with my head ready to explode, and everything...
"Chief, do you remember anything at all about what happened last night?"
"Uh..."
Say no! Say no! Deny everything! Say no! SAY NO!
"Y-yes."
Dang it...
"Oh."
Oh? Oh?! OH?! Say something more, damnit! What do you mean 'Oh???' Don't you have another reaction than that?! A reaction I actually understand?! At least do something about that face - make an expression, a grimace! Disgust or wonder or anything at all! Show me some sign you understand what happened last night!
Oh God, I'm losing it!
Right now, I'm not really sure what 'it' is, but whatever it means, I'm losing it! I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my grip on reality, I'm losing my friend...? Please do something, say something, Jim! Anything! Are you angry? Mad? Confused? Were you kidding last night when you said I could kiss you when I was sober? Were you making fun of me? Being sarcastic? Or did you mean it?
Why are you looking at me like that - in that weird way that makes me feel completely naked and exposed? Why are you leaning closer when I'm trying to panic? Why are you *still* looking at me like that? Why are you, what are you, why...?!
And what the hell did that 'oh' mean?
Oh.
Soft Jim-lips.
Oh.
Soft Jim-kiss.
Oh.
Soft Jim.
Oh.
Hangover gone, and Jim's lips still over mine, and oh my *God* it feels incredible, and why is there something warm and wet in my lap? Break kiss, no don't break kiss! Damn, too late. Ooops, wet spot still in my lap. Huh... Why is there a wet spot in my lap?
Oh, I dropped the cup of coffee.
Phew! For a moment there, I actually worried that... I laugh nervously, and Jim grins at me, obviously understanding what I was thinking. God, how embarrassing. I bet I'm blushing.
"You're blushing," Jim informs me, a perfect echo of my thoughts, and I can only grin back at him, embarrassed, as I probably become even redder. I drop my gaze and bow my head, but then his fingers come into my line of vision and press up against my chin, raising my head so I'm forced to look at him. Wow, he's got *so* blue eyes...
The hangover has mysteriously vanished.
And now I'm thoroughly confused.
Maybe Jim and I should talk.
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