"Time to get up!" I yell as loud as I can as I rip open the curtains. I've been up for a couple of hours and Devin's still sleeping. Sunlight pierces the air and I rip the covers off of the bed. Devin has his head buried under a pillow. "Devin time to get up!" I yell again. I take the pillows off the bed. He groans and doesn't get up.

"Fine, you wanna play that game? Fine. I really hope Theo loves your brother enough to stop him from killing you and then going to jail," I say.

"What are you talking about?" Devin asks. His voice is muffled.

"I'm calling your brother," I say as I grab my phone and punch in Nick's number. "Hey Nick! This is Riley. I was just calling to tell you that Devin-" Devin knocks the phone out of my hand and presses end call. "Yeah, that's what I thought," I say. Devin gives me the stink eye.

He walks over and shuts the curtains. And then pulls the blanket back on the bed and crawls under it. "What the fuck are you doing? You're helping me to clean this place up," I tell him.

"Come under the fort," Devin says. I frown but crawl under. He has one arm throw over his face and the other one draped over his torso. "Babes, so you have to understand something about last night-" he starts. I cut him off.

"What the hell is there to understand? You got drunk and passed out and then left me to get those fucking terrible people-

"Hey! They're my friends-"

"And you left me to get those god awful people out of your brother's apartment and then you left me to clean up your goddamn house," I finish.

"I'm sorry," Devin says.

"Oh, your sorry? You should be kissing my ass or licking my shoes right now. That's how thankful you should be," I tell him.

"Well, do you want me to do that? Kiss your ass or lick your shoes?" he asks me.

"No." Yes.

"Just thought I'd volunteer. Can I continue now?" Devin asks. I nod. "Okay, so I know that I'm a total dipshit and I know that I fucked up, but I'm sorry." He looks at me with this expression that makes my anger just dissolve into thin air. Damn it!

"I'm not perfect and I can't do everything right. Do you forgive me?" he asks.

"Yeah," I mumble.

"Good," Devin says as he pulls me to his chest. "Let's sleep for a couple more hours." I can't seem to find the words to say that I shouldn't because it feels so good, so unbelievably good to be held by him.

And even though I shouldn't I shift closer to him and throw my leg over his. He tucks me more neatly into his chest and pretty soon his breathing is deep and even. I only slept for a couple of hours and it as a shallow kind of sleep where five hours feels like five minutes. And then when I woke up I went straight to throwing away all of the shit that I could find.

And then I got pissy and went to get Devin.

So, it doesn't take long for me to fall asleep.

Devin shakes me gently awake. "What?" I ask.

"You should get up, it's six. You and me have a date with cleaning lined up," he tells me. I nod and rub my eyes. I stand up and stretch.

"Is this your room?" I ask as I wander over to a dresser. "You wouldn't tell me last night. You weren't very coherent."

"Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, this is my room," he says scratching his neck. "So, what exactly did I say last night?"

I laugh and then say, "You must have been hopped up on some seriously weird shit. You told me that you had something that you had to tell me and then you said 'Riley, my Riley'." Devin blushes.

"Yeah," he says.

"Do you have some clothes I can borrow? Mine smell like pot and cheap beer," I say. He doesn't respond. He's staring at me. "Devin?"

"Yeah, I'll get you some stuff." He digs in the dresser and tosses me one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants. I catch them.

"Thanks," I say, I examine the sweatpants closer, they're mine.

"I figured you'd be coming around and that you'd need clothes," Devin says. He has dark circles under his eyes.

"How's your hangover?" I ask him. He nods.

"I'm through the worst of it," Devin tells me. I nod.

"Well, I'm going to change so..." I trail off.

"Right, I'll leave then." And then he leaves. I change into the clothes and then prance over to his dresser and look in the drawers, there's plenty of my shirts. Why did he give me his? But I really don't care because his shirt smells good.

I join him outside and we both go to cleaning. Picking up cups and collecting beer cans and bottles. I also have to throw away used condoms and condom wrappers. This is some pretty nasty shit. After we've dealt with garbage we go to vacuuming and sweeping. I also grab some spray and and paper towels to clean up messes on the tables and stains.

I'm scrubbing at a particularly annoying one that won't seem to come out of the carpet when I feel Devin's hand on my shoulder. I look up. "Let's get something to eat," Devin says. I nod. We get up and I look in the fridge and there's not a lot of food. "What do you want to order?" he asks. I shrug.

"Maybe pizza or something. A balsamic salad from that one place that you like sounds good," I tell Devin. He nods. He gets up and goes to order it on his phone. I fall back on the couch. I stick my earbuds in and listen to one of my favorite angry girl rock bands. Devin comes back and sits down next to me.

My fingers drum on my leg to the beat of my music. Devin watches me and then his hand latches in to my wrist. "What's this?" he asks.

"What's what?" I ask him. I ask him.

"What's that ugly thing on your wrist?" Devin says. I look at my wrist.

"Oh, Alex gave me it. It's a birthday present," I tell Devin. His lip curls in disgust. "It's not ugly by the way. It's a Jason bracelet. You know, there's two machetes with blood on them," I say.

"It's ugly," he says.

"What's your problem?" I say raising my eyebrows.

"I can't help it if it's a piece of shit."

"Well, thank you for your opinion. But I happen to think that it's sweet," I say. He shrugs and I want to get a reaction out of him. "He was the one who was there for me last night. He wasn't drunk or passed out." It's a low blow but it falls out of my mouth before I can stop it.

"Wow, Riley." Devin doesn't say anything else. We both sit there staring angrily at each other. I'm the one that's supposed to be angry. Not him. I'm the one that has to deal with him. I'm the one that has to take care of him and kiss all of his fucking boo boos.

He doesn't get to be mad. It's not my fault that he got drunk on my birthday. Instead of spending it having fun and laughing I had to get people out of his mess. He has all of the fun and I have to clean up everything. I'm pretty sure that my green eyes are flaring with anger.

And I'm so pissesd off at him. I open my mouth and I'm about to say something but the doorbell rings and he gets up. I shove my earbuds back in my ears and crank up the music. He drops the food on the table and gets plates and silverware and sets that down. Devin grabs two glasses and fills them with water and then sets them down too. I walk over there with my earbuds still in.

We both eat even though it's pretty clear that neither of us are hungry. I help him wash dishes and put things away without talking. His body is taut with tension and I'm pretty sure that mine is to. If I say something I'll say something that I'll really regret.

After we're done with that we both go back to cleaning. I work on getting out all of the stains and Devin works on getting shit off the wall. I walk into the bathroom and look for air freshener or something. I poke around under the sink and find a little bag labeled "Riley". I open it and find a toothbrush, an actual brush, little bottles of shampoo and conditioner, soap, a razor, some tampons and then a note.

Riley, we figured you'd be staying here sooner or later. We got you covered. Oh, and happy birthday. -Theo and Nick.

I smile and put it back under the sink. And then I see the shower. I shut the door and then turn the shower on. I grab the little shampoo and conditioner and then the bar of soap. I slip out of my clothes and then step under the water. I take my time and then once I'm done in the bathroom I walk back to the spare room and turn the light off and crawl under the covers.

I hear Devin turn on the shower. After a couple of minutes I hear him walk out and then I feel him crawl in next to me. We don't talk as we wrap around each other. His arms go around my waist as he pulls me against his stomach and my legs tangle in his and I press myself closer to him.

We don't talk.