(Seán's P.O.V.)

Pain. Soreness. Aching. These are the first three things I come to notice when I wake up. The next thing I notice is that I'm still in my clothes from yesterday. Then the next thing I notice is that it's three in the afternoon and I'm just waking up now. Well... Okay. Then I notice something else. I don't remember anything after going to the bar last night.

Well I'll worry about that later. Right now let's get up and get some breakfast (or lunch I guess...). I groan softly, rolling onto my side and kicking my legs over the side of the bed, sitting up. However as soon as I stand up I immediately collapse on the bed, regretting my decision. 

"Fucking hell..." I groan, closing my eyes as my body continues to ache. More appropriately my back and ass, which makes no sense. I guess I just slept weird or something... I sigh, sitting up and yet again going to stand, but this time I'm slow and careful about it. Eventually I stand up and I start walking, which just makes me ache even more. 

I'm more limping than anything else, but whatever. Hopefully it'll wear off as I walk more. I head out my bedroom and to my kitchen, only to squeal when the light hits my eyes. I close my eyes immediately, my head pounding. Great. I'm hung over. So, with a heavy sigh, I turn and head towards the bathroom.

As soon as I reach the bathroom I open my medicine cabinet, grabbing some Advil and quickly taking the tablets. Then I put it away, and look at myself in the mirror. I look like a wreck. Like I only got four hours of sleep or something. I definitely look hung over though, that's for sure. I rub my eyes with my hands, inhaling and exhaling slowly. 

I'm really not hungry. I'll eat something later. For now, I think I'm gonna go lay back down. I turn, starting to head back to my room, when my phone rings. I frown, stopping and taking my phone out of my pocket, staring at the caller ID. Mark? Why is he calling? I answer and bring the phone up to my ear.

"Hey." I say simply, and I hear a slight exhale.

"Hey Seán. Uh, listen. I have something I need to ask you..." Mark gets right to the point and I nod.

"Yeah, of course. What's up?" I ask and he sighs. It's silent for a second. And then he speaks again.

"Do you remember anything from last night? Cause it's completely blank for me..." He says, and my eyes widen. 

"Same here. I mean, I remember that we went to the bar with Bob and Wade after the convention. You know, last day and we wanted to unwind, talk, before we all go home." I say, recalling what I can remember. 

"Yeah, yeah. And then Bob and Wade left and we were left by ourselves. We talked, we drank. But then, after that..."

"It's blank."

"Exactly." 

I sigh, walking into the living room and sitting down, the soreness still sticking with me but getting less noticeable, making it easier to walk. I look around the hotel room a bit, frowning. Then, I get an idea. 

"How about you come over to my hotel and we figure this out together?" I ask and Mark chuckles.

"Exactly what I was thinking. I'll be over in, like, ten minutes." He says and with that I hang up. I put my phone down, running my fingers through my hair. I want to know what happened last night. I really, really do. So I hope Mark and I can figure it out. For now, I should probably pack up while I'm waiting for Mark to get here. I am leaving tomorrow after all.

***

I've spent the last twelve minutes packing, and while doing that I've come across a discovery. I have no clue where my convention tickets are. I mean, they have no use; yesterday was the last day of con, but I like to keep my tickets as... Keepsakes I guess. Can't do anything about it now though. I guess I just lost them at the bar or something...

That's when I hear a knock at my door. I smile, walking out of the bedroom and to the door. As soon as I open it Mark walks in with a smile, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. I'm a bit shocked at first, but then I hug back. I guess not being able to remember stuff is hitting him pretty hard. And then...

"Seán?" I hear Mark ask. I raise an eyebrow, letting go of the hug. I look him in the eye. He looks confused.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Do you remember taking a shower last night?" He asks and I frown. An odd question...

"No... Why?" My voice is laced with concern. I don't remember anything that brought up warning bells or something. He shakes his head slowly.

"Cause your hair smells like the shampoo I use..." He says it quietly and I chuckle. 

"What?" 

"The shampoo I use at home. It's got, like, a long lasting smell thing. Not the same stuff they have here, that's for sure." He says and I shrug. 

"I don't know. Maybe I was at your house and you let me take a shower while I was there." I say, and he shakes his head.

"I don't know..." He whispers. It's only then I notice that he's wearing sunglasses. I point them out and he chuckles. "Hang over." He explains and I nod.

"Same here." I say, and we both walk over to the small couch, sitting down. "We should check our phones. Maybe we have texts that can help tell us what happened." I suggest. Mark nods, and soon we're both going through our text messages. 

"I have unanswered texts from Bob... He was wondering if we were okay, and then just assumed I was asleep..." 

"I don't have anything from Bob, but I have some texts from Wade. Wondering the same thing..." My eyes widen then. "And it looks like I answered." In an instant Mark is looking over my shoulder, staring at the texts.

"What'd you answer with?" He asks and I show him the phone. It's an almost unreadable text, with just a string of letters. But there are a few things you can guess. 

Jack: im ikar wadey bot dort wirry jyssung mark rn gtg.

And that's it. Honestly, I have no clue what I was trying to text, but whatever it was I failed miserably. "Any guess as to what this could be?" I ask, looking at Mark who's still looking at the text. He shrugs.

"Well, I think it's obvious at this point you were at my house. I mean, my name's in there. I'm assuming you meant me." He says, and I nod.

"Probably. But still, it doesn't give us answers." I say and he nods, humming in agreement. It's silent for a minute more, me going through my other messages to see if someone else texted me (no one did), and then locking my phone. I put it on the side table, and that's when I get an idea. "Let's make a list of all the clues we have and then put them together."

Mark raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, like, write down all the things that apply to ourselves and then we'll put the two together and see if we can makes anything of it?" He asks and I nod, already getting paper and pencils. He smiles then and nods. "Alright. Let's see what happens." 

And with that the two of us get to writing. In only two minutes we're both done and we put our lists on the table. I look at both of them.

Seán: 1.Sore, 2.Hair smells like Mark's shampoo, 3.Weird text sent to Wade, 4.Hung over, 5.Convention tickets missing, 6.No memory

Mark: 1.House (mostly bedroom, bathroom, and living room) is a mess, 2.Unanswered texts from Bob, 3.Bill from bar unpaid and more expensive, 4.Hung over, 5.Laundry don't remember doing, 6.No memory

Mark points to the fifth thing I wrote down, about the tickets being missing. "You're tickets are gone?" I nod and he sighs, running his hand through his hair. "They're at my place. I... When I saw them this morning I thought they were mine, but then I found my tickets in the car. Those others must have been yours." He says and I nod, understanding. 

That's when it clicks. In Mark's head at least.

"Seán..." He's quiet, almost like he saw a ghost. But instead of seeing the dead, he realizes the past. "All the evidence points to one thing." He says, looking at me. And then I realize it too. I shake my head, laughing nervously. 

"No. No, no, no. I would not have done that Mark. Even if I was drunk." I say, standing up. He stands as well. 

"Why not?" He asks. 

"Because we're best friends!"

"I think it's obvious at this point you think of me a bit more than that, don't you?" He asks, voice rising slightly. And I freeze. I should have known I was being to obvious. 

"Okay fine! I have a crush on you! I have for the past two years, but it doesn't matter, because even if I was willing to do that you wouldn't be!" I say, voice rising as well. He scoffs.

"Seán I think it's obvious I was willing! I've liked you for about that long too, so you aren't the only guilty one here!" He seems to be getting sick of the whole conversation, and I don't blame him. I shake my head, calming down a bit.

"I still don't believe I would have done that." I say it softly. I don't believe that I would have a one night stand with my best friend. Even if I do have a crush on him. He looks down, staring at the carpet on the ground.

"I don't believe it either. But it's the only thing the evidence points too. It could just be a coincidence but I highly doubt that." He says and I shrug.

"Well why couldn't it be a coincidence? Not like we have any rock solid proof of..." I refuse to say it out loud but Mark understands and nods anyways. It's silent for a second, but then Mark snaps his head up, staring at my laptop.

"I might have some proof though..." He says, walking over to the desk where my laptop is. He opens it up, quickly going to the guest profile and opening up a web browser, going to some sort of website and logging in. I walk over and stand behind him, watching.

"What the hell is this?" I ask, beyond confused. Continuing to type and look around the website he sighs softly. 

"I installed a security thing in my house a little while back. There's a camera in the living room. You can see the door, and the entire room. And the staircase." That's all he has to say for me to understand what we're doing. 

"Is there audio?" I ask and he shakes his head, confirming that it's only video. Finally he finds the video from last night and he plays it. We both watch with interest. Nothing happens for a minute. And then... The door opens and in walks a very drunk me and a very drunk Mark. 

We stumble into the house, closing the door behind us. We both pretty much collapse on the couch, laughing and playing around like the drunk idiots we were. For a couple minutes it's just that. And then both of us stop and Mark looks to the ground. I start playing with my hands (this is still in the video by the way). It's like that for a couple seconds. And then the both of us pretty much attack the other, kissing roughly. 

In real time my eyes widen, my cheeks burning red, and I can see Mark is the exact same way. We watch as the scene unfolds, the kissing becoming heated and soon a full on make out session. The us on screen stand from the couch, still kissing. Drunk me jumps up, wrapping his legs around Mark's waist. Then the two start walking around the room, making a mess as Mark tries not to lose his balance.

Eventually they make it up the stairs and that's when Mark closes out of the window, and then shuts my laptop. Both of us are now staring at the wall, trapped in our minds. 

"That's enough proof for me." Mark says it quietly, shyly and I nod slowly. Then, before I realize it, I start talking.

"I think the only thing I regret is that I don't remember it." My eyes widen and I clasp my hand over my mouth, but it's to late to take it back. Mark starts at me with wide eyes, face burning red. I stutter, trying to get words out and failing miserably. That is, until Mark smiles. He stands up, taking my hand away from my face and holding it, putting his other hand on my chin.

"Stop talking for once." He says and kisses me softly. My eyes close and I kiss him back, my mind actually shutting up for once. We kiss, and it's the most amazing feeling in the world. I don't mind when it starts to get a bit rougher. I don't mind when all the packing I did is completely discarded. I don't mind any of it. In fact, I love it. 

A/N: YES I KNOW! MARK CAN'T DRINK! But for the sake of the story, forget it. Okay? There. Now, did you enjoy it? I hope so, cause I enjoyed writing it. =) <3