The kiss was weird in a good way. It was sort of passionate, but also very sloppy as John was drunk beyond belief. The taste of alcohol makes me cringe and I push him away, only for him to kiss me once again.

I eventually shove him off of me for good, wiping my mouth and trying to get rid of the nasty taste. "What the hell, John?" I scream at him.

He giggles and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. "Oh, come on, Alex. I know you feel the same~" He slurs.

I glare up at him. This isn't the John that I know and love, it's a heartbroken John. I press my hands on his chest so he can't kiss me again and I shake my head. "John, you're drunk and you don't know what you're saying."

John then pouts. "But Alex...I love you!" He says, frowning massively. He then giggles and kisses my neck and I blush madly.

"J-John, stop it." I tell him sternly, cursing myself for stuttering.

He chuckles and continues to kiss my neck. I shove him away, causing him to stumble to the ground and I cross my arms at him. "Fuck off, John. I'm going to bed." I send a quick glare before walking into my room and locking the door behind me.

John has been drunk around me before, but never this bad. I must've really hurt him for it to be this bad.

I quickly run to the bathroom connected to my room and grab my toothbrush, furiously washing the nasty taste of alcohol out of my mouth.

Once I finish, I rinse my face off as well and look at myself in the mirror. I frown slightly, hating the person who looked back at me.

That's the person who hurt John.

But it's also the person who was hurt by John.

I groan and walk out of the bathroom, not being able to stand the sight of it anymore, and plop onto my bed. Even though I was tired as all can be, my thoughts kept me awake for many, many hours.

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I wake up and groan. I look at the clock and realize it was only 7 in the morning, and I got a total of 2 hours of sleep.

I sigh and get out of bed, knowing the bright sun would make it impossible for me to fall back asleep. I get up and don't bother to change out of my pajamas as I open the door and enter the kitchen.

I see John rummaging through the cabinets and I furrow my eyebrows. "What are you doing?" I ask, trying to stay calm.

He looks at me and sighs. "I was trying to find some aspirin or something to help my headache and leave before you woke up.." He blushes lightly. "That clearly didn't work out in my favor, though."

I sigh and walk over to the opposite counter from him and grab an Advil bottle out of the cabinet, handing it to him. "Why did you wanna leave before I woke up?" I ask, hopping on the counter and watching as he takes the pills.

He finishes the water and looks up at me, blushing a bit more. "I uh...I wanted to give you space, you seemed like you needed it yesterday.." He mumbles, looking down at his now empty cup.

"So you wanted to give me space by coming back at midnight last night?" I ask, tilting my head.

He looks up at me and cringes. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why I let myself drink so much. I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing for me.."

I blush lightly, remembering how he continued to kiss me last night. Who knows what would have happened had I not shoved him off..?

He sees my face and frowns more. "Oh no, what did I do?" He asks. "Just tell me so it doesn't make you feel any more awkward.."

I take a deep breath. "You just...Said some things. You were drunk John, it's fine." I lie, hopping off the counter and trying to exit the kitchen.

John steps in front of me and looks down at me. "No, Alex. I can tell it's bothering you. What happened?"

I shake my head. "John, seriously it doesn't matter-"

"It does to me, Alex." John says, quickly blushing after saying it. "Look, I know when I'm drunk I either say things on my mind or I make up random things, so I wanna make sure you know how I stand on whatever I said."

I look up at him. He really cares about this, but he almost seems afraid of himself. I feel that maybe there's something else he's not telling me, and it is starting to really get to me. I sigh and realize I might as well tell him what happened.

I turn around and grab poptarts from my cupboard.

"Um, you know, you stumbled in at midnight and you fell onto me." I start, opening my breakfast slowly. "And then you asked 'May I' before..." I take a bite out of my poptart and then say the next sentence with food in my mouth. "Before you kissed me and claimed you loved me."

I swallow my food and then promptly exit the kitchen, leaving a shocked John. I walk into the livingroom and when I turn around I see John following me.

"I did what?" He asks in disbelief. "Alex, I'm so sorry, I hope you know I-" He stops himself and groans.

"You...what?" I ask, biting into my poptart again.

"Nevermind, just forget I said or did anything, please.." He blushes.

"Well...You said you'd tell me if you meant it or not.." I blush. "So uh...Did you mean it?"

John looks up at me, blushing a bit more. There was a long moment of silence before he takes a deep breath and replies with,

"Yes."

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