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He woke up the next morning with an incredible headache, and everything felt horribly uncomfortable.
He looked under the covers and saw that he was still fully dressed — shoes included.
He sighed and kicked them off.
He grabbed his phone: 2 p.m.
He had no idea what time he’d made it home.
He had a vague memory of Wednesday last night — which made no sense at all.
He changed into clean clothes.
He dropped his phone on his nightstand and got up, groaning about his headache.
He walked — more like slithered — to the bathroom, trying to find some ibuprofen or anything that could help.
Downstairs, he poured himself a glass of water and swallowed the damn medicine.
On the kitchen table, there was a note from his dad saying he was working today and had left lunch in the fridge.
Elvis was barking loudly, making his headache even worse.
He opened the door to the garden, praying the dog wasn’t in a playing mood.
Thankfully, Elvis just trotted outside.
He sat down on the couch, feeling so heavy.
Definitely not in the mood to eat.
Then he realized he’d left his phone upstairs — and sitting on the couch with no phone wasn’t fun at all.
He dragged himself back upstairs and turned off airplane mode.
Instantly, what looked like a hundred messages from Lucas and Enid flooded his screen.
He opened Enid’s messages first:
10:34 OMG were you serious last night??
10:36 I hope you wereee 💕🎶💃🏻
10:50 Wednesday said she won’t think about it 😔
10:50 because you were drunk 🙄
10:51 but I’m sure she willll!!!
10:55 only if you were serious though
10:56 were you??
11:01 ANSWEEEER
11:03 Galpin you better wake up and answerrrr me 📢📢💕
What? What was she talking about?
He frowned, sitting down on his bed, trying to collect his memory.
Then he opened Lucas’s messages:
13:56 dude we did something stupid last night
14:00 please tell me you remember, I don’t wanna be the one to tell you 🥲
He typed to Enid: “Calm down, geez. I don’t remember. What happened?”
Then to Lucas: “I don’t remember 😬 how stupid?”
He just hoped it wasn’t about Wednesday (haha).
Since neither of them was answering, he went to take a shower.
The water was freezing cold — but honestly, it brought him back to life better than anything else.
He was halfway through getting dressed when a weird flash of the balcony came back.
What could they have possibly done?
Enid was yelling in the background — but he couldn’t quite hear what she was saying.
Instead of torturing his brain, he decided to check if they had replied.
Enid:
14:46 Oh, you were that drunk? Wow. Disappointing 😑
He replied: “JUST TELL ME 😮💨”
Before he could read Lucas’s answer, another flash hit him.
No… no, he didn’t do that.
Right?
Lucas:
14:56 aaaaah man okay so we got the brilliant idea to climb to your girlfriend’s dorm window…
(No. No. Please no.)
…and you kinda asked her to marry you. Sorry, man. I’m sure we’ll laugh about it someday 💀💀
When exactly was this mythical “someday”? Because he was ready — let’s all laugh now and pretend it never happened!
He threw his phone away like that would make it all disappear.
Everything was coming back.
He was so embarrassed he could literally die.
What was he supposed to do now??
He quickly texted something back to Lucas and then to Enid:
He struggled for two full minutes before sending:
“Hey so can you tell Wednesday I didn’t mean that and I’m really sorry 😁”
He waited for Enid’s reply — which felt like an eternity — until finally:
15:12 I’m so sad I had everything planned 😢
You’re a horrible person but fine, I’ll tell her 💅🏻
He sighed, still terrified he’d ruined everything.
So scared.
He lay back on his bed, wanting to cry — partly from shame, partly from the headache.
Then finally, another message:
15:16 she doesn’t give a F she knows you were just super duper drunk 💃🏻💃🏻
He genuinely wondered why she was using dancing emojis for this kind of conversation, but whatever.
He thanked her and asked if she could ask Wednesday to come, so he could apologize properly — just to be sure everything was fine.
15:35 she said she’ll come if it’s necessary and she refuses to let me come 😢😢
He relaxed a little. Even though he was still terrified.
He stayed in bed — every movement sent a new wave of pain through his head.
Then suddenly, she appeared right beside him on the bed.
He jumped, gasping, completely unprepared.
She rolled her eyes at his reaction.
He sat up quickly, his head pounding, feeling both scared and very embarrassed.
“Wens, I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault — well, technically it was Lucas’s idea, but anyway — the point is: I didn’t mean to ask you to marry me, I mean not right now because who knows what might happen in the future but anyway not my point, I was sooo drunk, I swear I wouldn’t have done that otherwise, I’m not weird — not that wanting to marry you is weird because I do but like later I mean maybe because who knows — wait I said that already—”
He said all of that without taking a single breath, and now desperately needed to stop to stay alive.
She stared at him, expressionless, through the entire speech.
“Point is: sorry,” he finished, giving her his best puppy eyes.
“I do not care about that,” she said flatly. And she really didn’t — why would she care about something he said when he was clearly not himself?
“Good,” he said, relieved. “Because that was… kinda embarrassing.”
“Yes. For you.”
She raised an eyebrow with a tiny smirk.
He gave a nervous laugh.
“Don’t use this against me too much, please.”
“Rejected. Make me coffee,” she replied without hesitation.
“Wens, my head hurts like hell…” he groaned.
“Yes, but you proposed to me last night, remember?” she said mischievously.
He sighed, but kissed her anyway — just because he could — before following her downstairs.
He definitely needed that coffee.
He made two quads, and they sat on the couch.
Five minutes later, he was asleep again.
She quietly brushed away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across his forehead.
And she was deeply ashamed to realize she wasn’t entirely against the whole “who knows” possibility.