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“Don’t tell me this is how you guys always spend your get togethers,” Terrence clicked as he hung his head back the moment Fiona walked behind him. “Drinking - what is it.. - some old aged wine?” Terrence grimaced, feeling the blood rush to his head the longer it hung upside down. He looked up at Fiona, expecting a frown or pout when he’d went and predicted her Friday night. However a snuffle of a chortle from her was something Terrence had not taken in for an option. 

“Jeez dude don’t go throwing one of your weird theories before the alcohol!” Fiona scoffed with a grin, lifting her hand up to Terrence’s forehead and flicked it with some might to force him to flinch. (Ow—! Fiona..!!) “Besides.. that stuff is wayyy too expensive for a night like this!” She said, not sounding a bit disappointed from a statement like that. Terrence retracted quickly back in his chair, spinning it in halfway to face Fiona. 

“So.. wait don’t tell me you went to a corner store and bought the cheapest cans of beer you could find…” Terrence asked, his eyebrow raised in a slight disbelief, watching Fiona’s facial expressions. He tried to look for an expression of someone who was just found out, but scrunched his eyebrows down as he watched Fiona looking like she’s about to burst.

 “As if I’d waste a night on cheap beer! That honestly wouldn’t be called a party either…” Fiona scoffed, grabbing the a bottle from the bag that sat on the counter. “Like an awesome host, I bought whiskey from that one bar up on that hill over there!” She announced, now making sure everyone heard her as she held up a large glass bottle of golden whiskey. 

Terrence choked the moment he saw what they were drinking tonight, he stared rather pale faced at the thought of drinking whiskey from the bar that sold much expensive-er whiskey than wine. “Hah! Wine being way too expensive my ass! She went and bought 3 bottles of whiskey from the most expensive bar in the city!” Terrence shockingly thought, his eyebrows furrowed as a forced grin came from his face. As Fiona popped the cap to the whiskey, Terrence huffed under the loud chatter of the party table as they all one by one got poured a glass of whiskey. 

“Here’s a shot for you Jenni, Bianca, ..Kennedy, Emmy, …. Ohhhhhh Teri!! Believe me when I say this. You’re going to love this bottle of whiskey!” Fiona cheered, as she poured amounts of whiskey into other girls glasses, before she momentarily made her way to Terrence. “We’re going to have you drinking until midnight!” She said, pouring a rather generous amount into Terrence’s glass, which had him look around at the other girl’s glasses to see that they hadn’t even have half of what Fiona gave him. “W-wait Fi, is there a reason you’re giving me a ridiculous amount of alcohol?!” Terrence spat out, looking up at Fiona as some of the whiskey tipped over onto his hand. “Besides… you know how bad my tolerance is. I won’t even make it past this hour.” Terrence gritted out, already smelling how strong the whiskey is. 

“Oh come on! Why are you always so tense at these types of things? It’s a drinking party, of course you’re going to get wasted! That’s the fun part.” Fiona hummed, poking a finger on her cheek as she walked past Terrence, giving out drinking encouragements to her friends. 

Terrence stared absentmindedly down at his whiskey glass that was about to overfill, he took a glance down and up at the people around him that had already started to drink and laugh more deluded. He let out a sigh as he thought back to what Fiona said, smacking a hand to his face as he slowly slid it down his face. “Ugh.. I can’t believe what she said is working…” he groaned loudly, taking his glasses off and putting them on the spot of the table in front of him. With his vision blurry, Terrence looked at his drink again. Grasping it with a small grimace as he scrunched his eyes closed and gulped the whole glass down. 

Taking a very fast swig was a very bad idea, after he managed to swallow the whiskey, the after feeling of a burning sensation down his throat hit him before he even realized. Terrence hunched down over the table, coughing loudly in the palm on his hand. This action did not go unnoticed to the ladies around him, who looked over their shoulders as they heard the most hoarse coughs behind them. 

“Yeesh Terri! What happened to being a lightweight!” A woman on his right laughed, patting his back to help with the coughs as she offered him a glass of water. “Ah f-fuck.. thanks Em..” Terrence pathetically grumbled, heavy-lidded eyes locked onto the blurred glass in front of him. “Man! just let me hold the glass, open up!” Emmy scoffed, as she and a few others silently watched as Terrance tried to grab the glass from her hand but rather failed miserably. 

Emmy grabbed both sides of Terrence’s face with her hand, squishing both of his cheeks firmly enough for him to open his mouth. She poured what she had left in her glass into Terrence’s mouth. And he graciously accepted it, drinking every bit of it before the same burning sensation was felt in his throat. “Urk—! Fuck Em! That was just more whiskey!” Terrence coughed, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. “Yeah? You can have water later. Right now, whiskey is what should be on your mind right now Terri!” Emmy said, getting the leftover bottle from Bianca and pouring more liquor into Terrence’s glass.   

As he watched his glass getting refilled in defeat, Terrence felt his head slowly sway side to side, his eyes feeling a bit more heavy as his body did as well. 

After that, everything else was just as blurry just like his vision. Just bits of getting shoved in the face with more drinks of whiskey, and flashes of cameras that probably had the worst photos of him now. 

Once the incredible party slowly moved somewhere else now, Terrence felt like he could breathe again but couldn’t at the same time. He didn’t know where his glasses and jacket were at, it felt like his head was about to explode, and it felt like all of his limbs were about to fall off at how heavy and numb they felt. He slowly lifted his head up from the table, squinting around at the after party, to see who was left. There was barely anyone there with him, it looked like he was the only person who passed out in a couple of drinks. 

He sighed hoarsely, thinking about how in the world he’s going to get home. And just like his mind was read. Fiona popped into the seat next to him, sober Terrence would’ve jumped in his seat, but drunk Terrence merely blinked slowly at her, watching her barely tipsy expression. “Gosh.. Terri you terrible lightweight!” She laughed, but suddenly stopped once noticing that Terrence wasn’t. “Get it?.. Terri and terrible both start with… anyways never mind,” she sniffled a laugh before changing the subject. 

“I called Dor a few minutes ago when you were still passed out, he should be here some time now..” Fiona told Terrence, looking around the patio for a familiar car. “Mhm, Dorian’s coming?..” Terrence mumbled, way too quiet for Fiona to hear. But it didn’t matter, all on Terrence’s mind was Dorian. Even when he first got here to this stupid party, Dorian was the only person he wanted to see, to come for him and take him away from this nauseating night. 

Or… maybe that was just all of the liquor talking…. “..Ugh… what in the world am I thinking…” Terrence groaned, shutting his eyes as his head ached in pain. 

For a moment the pain of the headache stopped, giving Terrence a feeling of relief. He thought about Dorian again, wondering if he was really coming or if Fiona was just messing with him again. 

After all, their last year of middle school together was something he never liked to remember about. Jeez just thinking about it now made his head spin again. Or was it his stomach now..? 

There was a low, painful rumble in his stomach now, feeling light headed in his head and a small lump in this throat now. Terrence lifted his head up in hurry, getting up as the chair underneath him tipped over and made a loud thud on the concrete floor. He quickly staggered to a kitchen counter in the corner, hunched over the side of the counter and the sick feeling retched from the bottom of his stomach out of his sore jaw. 

Feeling much better than a few minutes ago, Terrence looked down absentmindedly at the puddle of stomach acid and liquor, taking a few breaths before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck..! God, remind me why I even agreed to drink with Fi and all of them tonight..”  Terrence cursed with regret, knowing he’ll feel all of this tomorrow morning. He raised his head but suddenly stopped at the sight of a hand reached out on the corner of the counter, as if it was protecting him if he managed to bump his head on the underside of the counter. And before Terrence could question anything about this, an unfamiliar voice spoke out from behind him. 

“You decided to drink with the girls tonight because you and your team placed first in last week’s tournament.” The voice said to him, it was almost disturbing at how much this guy knew about him. Or was there that much people who was there that watched him? “—Or.. that’s what Fiona said..” the voice quickly defended, not at all sounding like he managed to talk to Fiona before finding Terrence. “Can you stand up right now? Or do you need any help?” The person said, lifting his hand up away from the counter, about to rest his hand on Terrence’s right shoulder. 

“..Urk… I’m sorry but do I even know you? Besides my.. friend… is coming for me.” Terrence managed to say, a few hics escaping him as he tried to dodge the hand of the person still behind him. Terrence stood up, no longer hunched over the side of the counter. As if he forgot he was stupidly drunk right now, he spun on his heel to try and face the person bothering him right now. But before he could look up (woah his guy is taller than him? Nuts.) to see the guy’s face, Terrence idiotically managed to trip on his own two damn feet. And if this guy was apart of any press, he’d probably never live this down. 

“Well aren’t you always ever so professional?” The person scoffed, grabbing Terrence’s wrist pulling him towards his now visible frame. His other hand hooking under his shoulder, bringing Terrence to crash on this guy’s chest. “Yeesh I swear it looks like you didn’t even change, maybe you grew a couple inches from back then though..” the person said, now rudely intruding into Terrence’s personal space. Grabbing both sides of his face with the hand that reached out to grab his wrist, currently holding him in the same position Em did before he got wasted. 

With both rather trembling hands (not scared, it’s just been a long night) Terrence grabbed onto the wrist holding his face, looking quite offended with the audacity of this person(very understandable). “God.. what are you talking about? I don’t even know who you are..” Terrence mumbled, sounding squished as this person continued to hold his face. 

“Oh yeah, you’re drunk. I didn’t believe Fiona at first but damn.” The guy said, talking as if Terrence wasn’t right in front of him in his hands. “But that really doesn’t matter, we should go now before they all come back.” He said, finally letting go of Terrence’s face as he looked around for any signs if the group of girls might come back. He bend forward, down to Terrence’s hip, throwing him over his shoulder so suddenly Terrence let out a yelp. “W-what are you doing?! Put me down, you still haven’t even told me your name!” Terrence shouted, swinging his arms around trying to get down from the person’s shoulders. Before he could retaliate even more, there was a sharp sting on his ass, did… did this guy just smack his ass?! Terrence looked at the back of his head, eyes wide and his face burning in embarrassment as he felt the hand still on his ass. 

“Yeah I bet that calmed you down,” the person said, his expression unknown as Terrence just stared at the back of his head. “If you’re that worried, I’m not going to kidnap you so stop squirming.” He continued to talk, forgetting that his hand was still resting on Terrence’s ass. 

“Squirming?!” Terrence thought, trying very hard to not yell this out loud in a rather quiet neighborhood (minus the party going on a few feet from here). After all Terrence was a bit over 180 cm and 70 kg, the ‘squirming’ this guy was talking about must’ve looked like a giant tuna fish wriggling around when out of water to others. 

It was a silent walk to wherever this guy was taking him, only the music and cheers from where the girls were partying could be heard in the distance. Terrence watched the house from the shoulder where he was perched on, watching it sway and get blurrier more and more. As he watched it get blurrier, he realized that he forgot his glasses in amidst the noise. “Hey —! wait, I left my glasses on the table-“ Terrence abruptly turned his head back to the guy’s beanie that he barely realized was there. “Uh huh, yeah left both your glasses and jacket back there.” He said, sounding like he had no interest in going back for Terrence’s belongings. 

After a few minutes of trying to convince the guy to put him down and let him go back to Fiona’s house and grab his stuff again, he’d just tighten the grip on his waist and finally moved the hand from his ass to back of his thigh, which wasn’t even better. After going around a corner of the street, the guy stopped in front of a gray car, where he grabbed something in his pocket and the car unlocked with a beep. Taking his hand out from his pocket, he leaned forward to open the passenger door of the car. Terrence for sure thought he was finally going to let him down from this nightmare. Instead he rolled off from the shoulder and into the guy’s arms, the positions somehow became more embarrassing as time progressed. “Shit!— hey I know how to walk by the way…” Terrence huffed out, the grip on the guy’s shoulder was very tight, he was actually scared he was going to fall right then and there. 

“Hm mhm, did you know to trip over your own feet back over there as well?” The guy scoffed, not looking like he even noticed the tight grip on his shoulder. Terrence grimaced as an answer, no longer wanting to waste his breath on a person like this. Liking this current silence, the guy used it to quickly lower Terrence into the passenger seat. Shutting the door without saying anything, Terrence listened as the guy started to walk to the other side of the car, taking in the car’s scent. It didn’t smell fairly new nor did it have a unique smell to it, shortly after this observation the door to the driver’s seat opened and the guy climbed in, immediately starting up the car. 

Before driving off, he looked over at Terrence, who was still proudly ignoring him. Not caring that an 22 year old pretending that he didn’t exist, he leaned forward to Terrence, posting a hand on the corner of the backrest as the rest of his body reached over for the seat belt that hasn’t been buckled by the passenger yet and did it himself. This action caused Terrence to tense up, not knowing what the guy was going to do now, as he reached over, Terrence decided that it was a good time now to sneak a peek at how this guy actually looks like. 

It was a horrible idea to do this, in all honesty, all of Terrence’s ideas are terrible, somehow each and every idea always brings harm to him. And this idea, this one brought harm to Terrence’s heart. 

Again he didn’t know if it was how drunk or tipsy he was, but this guy that scooped him up from the party was just so breathtaking. Every single bad thing Terrence ever thought about him vanished the moment he saw his face. A part of him wanted to lean in a bit closer and kiss the side of this guy’s face and just blame it on the alcohol, and it would be partially true. But no Terrence turned his head to stare out the window, hiding his now burning face from the guy. “God what in the world am I thinking?! I don’t even know this guy’s name and I already want to kiss him!?” Terrence painstakingly thought, biting his lips to stop any noise that might come from him. 

After buckling Terrence in, he sat back into his own seat, reaching for his own seat belt and buckling it before he took another quick glance at Terrence, noticing that his ears were quite red. But dismissed it as a drinking thing. 

“You can rest your eyes, we’re not going to be at your house for a while.” The guy finally said as he drove out of the neighborhood. “…how do you know where my house is?” Terrence asked, eyeing him suspiciously, awaiting for a slip up or something. “Fiona gave it to me when she called. I’m not a stalker if that’s what you’re asking.” He scoffed, keeping one hand on the wheel as the other just laid on top of his thigh. 

“Something a stalker would say…” Terrence grumbled quietly, looking back at the window, but instead of looking at the streets that ran past, he shifted his gaze to the window’s reflection and tried to look at the guy through it. Watching each blurry move he made, not long after, his eye lids got heavier with each blink. They were at a red light, a very long one, they sat in the silence for a while. Before Terrance could even know if the light turned green, he suddenly forgot the rest of the drive to his house. 

The guy pulled into a fairly decent sized house, he wonder if Terrence lived here by himself or if he had some house mates who were still awake at this time. But with how dark the windows looked from inside his car, he’d doubt it if anyone else lived there with the sleeping drunk next to him. Turning off the car’s engine, he clicked open the car door, his left foot stepping onto the driveway first before his right. Shutting the door with a slam, you could see the car shake a bit because of it. Opening the door right behind the driver’s seat, he grabbed Terrence’s jacket that was ‘supposedly’ forgotten at the party, and rummaged through both front pockets to try to find the keys to the front door. After few seconds in shifting through both of the pockets, he clicked his tongue when his hand didn’t grab anything that resembled a key. “At least he’s not that stupid..” he mumbled under his breath, throwing the jacket over his shoulder as he shut the car door. 

Opening the passenger door where Terrence sat, his head drooping as he continued to sleep. The guy leaned forward, rest his whole forearm on the top of the car as he carefully pat down Terrence’s jeans. “Sorry ‘bout this.” He murmured, finally hearing the dull jingle of keys in Terrence’s left front pocket. When he pulled the keys out of the pocket, he also decided to unbuckle Terrence’s seat belt, carrying him on his shoulder (again) from the driveway all the way to the front porch. Stopping at the door so he could insert the key and unlock it with ease. Before walking into the doorway of the house, he took a slow look around the entrance hall, trying to see if there were any signs of other people living here. Seeing the first obvious sign that there was only one person that lived here, a clean row of shoes that looked the same size were along the wall of the entrance. 

“Pardon the intrusion.. I guess.” He dully scoffed, closing the door with his foot, he walked into the living room. Sighing as he realized that he didn’t even know which room was Terrence’s. As the guy looked around, he saw the kitchen, a hallway and the stairs leading to the second floor. “Well who in their right mind wants their room on the first floor?” He thought, raising a brow as he walked towards the staircase. The guy stopped when he reached the top of the stairs, looking down a dim hallway and a canopy that was lit up from the moonlight coming through the window. “One’s bound to be his room…” he huffed, looking down at a light switch attached to the hallway wall and turned it on. Three doors on the left side and another two doors on the right side of the hallway, they were all closed all except the last door at the end of the hallway. “..Well at least finding it wasn’t hard.” He said, walking down all of the closed doors and opening the door wide enough for him to walk through. 

In the room at the end of the hall, there was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, its bed frame up against the wall. There was a sliding door that took up most of the right wall, it led to a balcony that over looked the backyard. The rest of the room was filled with other types of wooden furniture and posters of bands, teams and other things that surrounded the rest of the bare walls of the room. All of this didn’t not intrigue the guy when walking into Terrence’s room, he just saw  the bed and sighed in relief, this stupid favor Fiona asked him would be over the moment he threw Terrence in his bed. He would be able to go back to his house and forget like this night never happened, besides he wouldn’t even have to tell Terrence to forget this either, he’s no better than a dead person right now. 

Unlike the time where the guy suddenly made Terrence roll off his shoulder, this time he propped his knee onto the bed. Titling the shoulder where Terrence hanged from, and with just a smidge of carefulness. He dropped him near the middle of the bed. When he landed softly on the bed, Terrence groaned softly, maybe because of the coldness of the sheets. But this made the guy jump slightly, not wanting to have to have an half assed conservation with the drunkard. He dropped to the same level as the bed, feeling stupid to the lengths he’s going to just to keep contact to a minimum. Once hearing the shifting from above stop, he took a peek to see Terrence now sleeping on his side, and quickly got up grumbling at his idiotic behavior. 

Watching as Terrence’s side slowly rise and fall with each audible breath. He scowled the longer he stood watching, he didn’t even want to be here, it should be easier to turn around and never come back to this place than stay in the room with someone he promised to never see again. But with each passing second, the heels of his feet did not move to his own according, but rather stayed stuck to the spot as he stood over the bed. He crouched down to the floor, holding his head in his hands, quieting groaning as he contemplated on what to do. “..Fuck….” He cursed as unwelcome thoughts began to run through his head. “Whatever you smell like shit anyways..” he groaned as he tried to reason with himself. 

He got up from crouching, unsure if what he’s doing is smart or even ‘helpful’. Terrence can live if he sleeps overnight with some clothes that smells like shit, yeah pretty sure he’s been through worst. Is what he thought to try and convince himself to quit in what he’s about to do and leave this house that is way too big for a single person. But of course, his actions never matched his thoughts. The guy propped his knee back onto the edge of the bed, leaned forward to put a hand on Terrence’s shoulder, pulling him to lie down on his back again. He carefully shifted down the bed, tugging at the belt on Terrence’s jeans. “Don’t fucking wake up, don’t fucking wake up…” he hurriedly repeated as he started to carefully unbuckle the belt, knowing how horrible it would be if this was taken out of context. Once he took off the clothes Terrence wore tonight, he looked around for a door to a closet or wardrobe up against a wall or something. 

Right next to the sliding door, there was a wardrobe with two white door hanging from it. He quietly rolled one of the doors to the other side of the closet, looking at a shelf of shirts and drawers filled with types of pants. Not caring what Terrence wanted to wear for sleep, he grabbed whatever clothes he saw first, going back to where the bed was and before he slipped a well worn white shirt and a pair of pajamas pants that had an odd design to it onto Terrence. The guy began to stare, not knowing if he was looking on purpose or on accident. All he knew was that he couldn’t take his eyes off of Terrence’s body. 

He’s looked at it before, way back then. And back then, he didn’t feel his mouth running dry, neither did his teeth clench as his face began to feel hot and bothered. Like how he felt right now, he bit the tip of his thumb as to try and make sure he was in the right mind and not do anything he’ll regret in a few minutes. He didn’t know why it was so hard to steady himself from seeing a shirtless (also pantless✌️) dude. “It’s probably just because it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid.” He thought to himself, wanting to bash his head against a wall in order to get rid of those kinds of thoughts. 

Quickly he slipped the clothes onto Terrence, backing away from the bed to take a picture of him. No he wasn’t going to use it for something weird later, he was to send it to Fiona as proof that he kept his word and brought Terrence home ‘safely’ (safely can mean a lot of things) without killing him on the way to his house. For real now, he walked away from the bed, from everything in the house, the moment he got out of this house he would call Fiona, possibly cuss her out for dragging him into this, and never allow her to ask for any favor again. 

Once outside, he closed the door from the outside, only able to lock the door knob as the top key hole needed another object for it to lock when someone was by themselves. Shoving his hand angrily into his pocket, he clicked a button, hearing his car unlock with a soft beep. As he climbed into his car. Slamming the car door as he just sat down there for a moment, crossing his arms as he looked up back at the house he just left. An angry twitch in his eyebrow, he turned on the car’s engine with a sigh, reversing back onto the street. The guy jabbed the center console, pressing the call button, quickly scrolling through the amount of numbers and pressing the name ‘Fiona/fionholic’ with a slight jab. Hearing the phone call ring, he impatiently switched between looking at  the road and at the center console, the grip of his hand on the steering wheel tighten each second Fiona didn’t pick up. But when she did, she sounded quite drunk now, “Dorian?..” she hummed into the phone, the muffled sounds of a party in the background made it obvious that she was outside now. “Haha.. wassup Dorry… I saw the pic you sent of Terri, did you change him? Ha! You freak. I bet you saw how good uni is treating him.” she slurred mindlessly clearly hinting to something immature, unknown to the enraged Dorian at the other end of the line. 

“Fiona.” Dorian said finally, he thought about just straight up yelling at her, cursing everyone in her family, but he was actually way too angry and tired to shout now. “…Yes…?” Fiona weakly replied, sounding like a guilty child that broke something. “Just what is happening in that small little brain of yours?” Dorian sharply said, and Fiona didn’t know why or how, but it felt like he was directly poking at her through the screen. “What made it seem like a good idea to call me at 11 pm at night to drop Terrence off at his house?” He asked, his tone sounding like he was burning death glares into the side of Fiona’s face. “Uhm.. I thought if Terrence got drunk enough he’d be able to talk to you like old time and be able to finally apologize to you since he’s too scared to do it now.” Fiona quickly explained her drunken plan to Dorian, her mind running miles of hours in order to get everything out. “If Terrence needed your help with something like this, then he would’ve told you a long time ago. If he hasn’t bothered to say anything, then it’s rather obvious he has no interest in doing so.” Dorian spat out, hanging up the call before Fiona could make up another drunken excuse. 

“If he can’t even look at me in the eyes when sober, what made her think he’d do so when drunk.” Dorian thought, his teeth clenching together as he waited at an empty red light. Getting impatient with how long the red light was going for, Dorian began to think of ways to get Fiona back. When thinking about the possibilities to make Fiona’s punishment a torturous one, an image flashed in his mind. The same image of Terrence laying in bed, with nothing on but his— before his mind could finish describing the image. Dorian slam his forehead on the top of the steering wheel, doing everything he could to not get haunted by the thought of Terrence again. “God I really need a smoke right now.” Dorian hissed out, trying to keep the urge down to buy cigarettes in a nearby convenience store and have a quick smoke in an alleyway. After all he quit smoking a few years ago, and he would not relapse just because of a guy.

                               ———

The next morning came as Terrence feared for. Stirring in his bed, he blinked slowly as he groaned, feeling like absolute shit right now. The sun was already up and shining while Terrence was still laying in bed, clutching his head in his hands as it buzzed in pain. Fighting the urge to go back to sleep and just wait out this hangover, Terrence forced himself to sit up in his bed, he looked over at the glasses plate on his bedside table, grabbing his glasses from it, flicked it open and slid it on his face. He groaned as the room around him began to spin and making him more nauseous. Pulling himself out of his bed, Terrence dragged his way to door that was towered between two shelfs. Pushing it open as the door hinges quietly creaked. Terrence didn’t bother with turning the lights on in the bathroom, the sun’s light was enough to fill the room. He looked on the bathroom counter, where a plastic bag sat with a couple of items in it. Sighing in relief, he grabbed the first thing that was in the bag. Pulling out a bottle of electrolytes, he cracked it open with his hand. Drinking it slowly, Terrence tried to remember what happened the night before, but he only had the vague memories of before he took his first drink of the night. 

Half way of drinking his hangover cure, he suddenly remembered when Fiona said that supposedly Dorian was going to come and pick him up. But when push comes to shove, some absolute rando basically kidnapped him! Just thinking about it now makes him agitated, pulling onto his hair, Terrence now remembered everything the guy did to him. Grabbing his face, throwing him onto his shoulder, slapping his ass?? and then rolling him off his shoulder to carry him. And then! And then… Terrence decided to take a look at whoever this random guy was and… well, he didn’t want to talk about it. All that matters was that he was a prick and should get beat up or something. 

After he was done with the electrolyte drink, he wobbled back to his bed, flopping on the sheets he woke up on. “Uh.. after the car ride… we…” Terrence tried to remember what happened after the car ride. Everything last night flashing by in a blur, everything was present in his mind but whatever happened after the car ride, he didn’t have a single clue. Terrence looked around the room, remembering some memory of that guy telling him that he was taking him back to his house. He didn’t see anything out of place, mostly everything was in the same place like how it was yesterday. The curtains on the sliding door were open, the bag in the bathroom was untouched, the junk on his bedside table hadn’t been disturbed, one of his closet sliding doors was open, and — wait his closet door is open? “What the?!— out of everything why my closet??” Terrence confusingly asked, pushing himself off his bed to walk up to his closet. Inspecting the inside of his closet, he didn’t see any missing clothes from it, but as he shifted through the shirts. He found a hanger that was missing a shirt, he didn’t really remember which shirt it was, but he knew he hung a shirt here before. Taking a step back from the closet, Terrence looked around his room again, now trying to spot a t-shirt on the floor. Without seeing anything out of place, he decided to look in his laundry hamper, and the moment he spotted it in there he slowly stopped walking towards the hamper.  

Immediately noticing the outfit he wore yesterday, Terrence nervously looked down at the outfit he was wearing now. Seeing totally different clothes on himself, he looked around for his phone uncomfortably embarrassed. He hurriedly threw sheets around his bed, his pillows getting thrown to the opposite side of the bed, before in the corner of his eye he saw his phone sitting on the edge of his bedside table, charging rather than missing. Terrence sighed in relief when seeing it. Grabbing it from the charging dock, he quickly went to call Fiona, ignoring the million unread text messages he got from people last night. 

As it rang, Terrence wanted to check something else out, just in case. He looked down at his pants, sliding his thumb in his waist band and pulled it outwards. He looked up in relief, seeing the same boxers he wore yesterday still on him. Once feeling a tab bit more comfortable, Fiona finally picked up her phone, sounding way worst than Terrence. “Ughh.. god, yeah hello?” She groaned, sounding like she just woke up. “Fiona, mind telling me who you asked to take me home yesterday?… Cause I swear you said it was Dorian that was going to get me.” Terrence asked a bit too politely, when in his mind he was a total mess, he waited for Fiona’s response, really hoping that she won’t laugh it off and say ‘some stranger’. Though he would honestly pick the stranger over Dorian. “…oh uh yeah sure, no you’re right, it was Dorian that came by yesterday and took you home..” she froze for a bit before she answered, hesitating to answer for a few seconds. And when Terrence heard this, he froze for a moment longer. “Oh uh, wait the Dorian right?” Terrence asked again, feeling a bit of sweat run down his face. “Dude yeah “The Dorian”, how many Dorians do you even know??” Fiona scoffed, as rustling sounds came from her side of the line. “So Fi.. you’re telling me that, that was Dorian?!” He said, now shouting at his phone. ‘How in the world was that fucking fine as fuck man Dorian?!’ Terrence thought (his words not mine), biting his lip and grabbing his face in terror as he remembered how Dorian looks like now. “Wait.. if that was Dorian.. that means Dorian slapped my fucking ass!” Terrence embarrassingly yelled out, feeling his face as something abnormally warm. 

It was a few seconds before Fiona said something back, she choked on her spit the moment she heard what Terrence said about what Dorian did. “Holy shit Terri! I thought you said that you guys were on bad terms?!” Fiona yelled back, more excitedly than Terrence. 

“We are..” he whispered, being pulled back into reality to Fiona’s words.