Drunk On Someone Else's Birthday
A Hangover to End All Hangovers
I puke as soon as I get back to my apartment. My body has apparently realized I am awake and initiated hangover mode. I wash the taste of vomit out of my mouth, chug a bottle of water, and crawl into my bed to die for a couple hours. I wake up around 4pm with a bit of a headache and still a little woozy. I stagger to my bathroom and jump in the shower. All clean and with some food in my stomach, I keep replaying last night’s events over and over. How could I let myself get carried away? I’m scared shitless of what will happen when I finally see Adam again. It’s not like I can avoid that for long. We live across the hall from one another. Fuck I’m such an idiot! I go get my phone and call Jen.
“Naomi, hey,” Jen greets, “Where did you disappear to last night?”
I cut right to the chase, “I had sex with Adam…”
“You what?!” Jen shouts over the phone.
“I…Had…Sex…With…” I start punctuating my words.
Jen interrupts, “No, no I heard you, but I can’t fucking believe it. How was it?!”
“Jen, that’s not the point,” I say exasperated. “I just had drunk sex with one of my best friends. What the hell am I going to do?!”
“Do the happy dance because you finally made one of your fantasies come true?” Jen giggles.
I sigh audibly, “Seriously, dude. I royally fucked up.”
Jen’s tone takes a more serious note, “How do you know you fucked up? How do you know he hasn’t had feelings for you too all this time? You don’t know. You don’t have the slightest clue because you wrote it off from the very beginning.”
“Yeah but Jen there’s no way,” I say as I lean my head against the fridge.
“Naomi you don’t fucking know shit,” Jen retorts starting to sound annoyed, “He could be just as shy as you with this shit and assumed you wanted to just be friends.”
“I know but…” I try to say.
I hear a slap like Jen just smacked her hand on a table in frustration, “No buts woman! You need to deal with this like a mature adult. It’s about time you fucking told Adam how you really feel. If he doesn’t feel the same, then you’ll eventually move on. You’re resilient so I know you could recover from that. If he does feel the same, well then you’ll get a chance to have sober sex!”
“Jen! Oh my god,” I laugh at her attempt at lightening the mood.
“Seriously though, how was it?” Jen pesters.
“I’m hanging up now, thank you!” I say quickly and end the call.
I put my phone down on my kitchen counter and let out a long sigh. I guess it’s time for me to face the music. Part of me wants to text Adam so I can face him on home turf, but the other part is more afraid of him not responding to the message. I head next door only to have Dougie answer once I knock. Suddenly, I wonder if Dougie knows what happened. Would Adam tell him?
“Hey Dougie, is Adam around?” I ask while trying to figure out his facial expressions.
This new realization isn’t doing anything to help my nerves.
Dougie rubs the back of his head, “No, he blew out of here about an hour ago, and I’m not sure when he’ll be back.”
Fuck I have absolutely no luck at all the past two days.
I sigh and shake my head, “Can you, uh… Can you tell him I was looking for him?”
“Or you could come in and hang out until he gets back?” he suggests.
It’s like Dougie read my mind because I will completely chicken out if I have to go back to my apartment. I am a ball of nerves as we sit down in the living room.
“Naomi are you alright? Your hands are shaking.” Dougie says with concern.
I don’t know if I should say anything yet. Would he hate me for ruining a friendship?
I give Dougie a small smile, “I think I’m still a bit hungover from drinking so much.”
He laughs, “You and me both! The last thing I remember was chugging a few beers with Smitty. Claire had to fill in the blanks this morning. Apparently I tried to have a conversation with a police horse.”
“Damn dude, that’s definitely one epic birthday if you suddenly think you’re Dr. Dolittle,” I say.
We laugh for a bit before Dougie gets a serious look on his face and he looks towards the door.
“I’m a little worried. I wish I knew where Adam went off to. He looked upset when he left before,” he says.
I stare at Dougie in utter disbelief and hesitantly ask, “Do you not know why he seemed upset?”
Dougie gives me a weird look, “No, Adam was leaving the apartment just as I was getting back from being with Claire. Her place was closer to the bar so I stayed there last night. What’s going on Naomi?”
I put my head in the hands and groan. I have no other choice, but to tell him now because I can’t avoid the truth any longer.
“What do you know?” he prods.
“I slept with Adam last night,” I say in a rush.
Dougie gives me a blank look before saying, “Adam wouldn’t be upset after having sex with you. So what else happened?”
I look at him incredulously, “What the hell do you mean what else?! I just single handedly ruined our friendship!”
“No, you two dipshits finally got together. It was only a matter of time before the tension won,” Dougie stated with assurance.
I sit there and gape at him like a fish out of water. What the fuck just happened?
Dougie asks again, “Naomi what else happened? Did you dine and dash?”
I avoid eye contact as he smacks himself in the forehead.
“Well that explains it,” he exclaims, “good job.”
I glare at Dougie, “Fuck you Hamilton. How was I supposed to know that would upset him? I’ve always thought Adam saw me as just a friend. We were both pretty drunk last night, but I made the first move. When I woke up this morning, I panicked big time because I didn’t want to hear how much of a mistake sleeping together was.”
Dougie leans over and gives me a hug, “I’m sorry. I can understand where you’re coming from now, but Adam really does have feelings for you too. He just hadn’t gotten around to telling you yet. That guy has the best poker face when it comes to feelings. You know that.”
He smiles, pats me on the knee, and turns on the TV. The Red Sox game has just started so we sit and watch in silence.
I’m left alone with my thoughts, and there sure are a lot of them. Has Adam been that good at hiding his feelings or was I just that oblivious? Or is the situation reversed? I’m so damn confused right now. How did I even get here? I’m usually a confident and self assured person, but apparently not when it comes to Adam McQuaid. I let myself assume he could never have any interest in little ole me. I let my fears and insecurities get the best of me for too long. It’s time to find out for myself whether Adam felt the same or not. The odds seem to be in my favor, unless everyone is secretly insane and blowing smoke up my ass. If that’s the case, then I will cross that bridge when I get to it. Half way through the game and into my chaotic thought process, Adam finally comes home. He freezes when he notices me sitting with Dougie in the living room. We stare at each other and I start to wonder if anyone is going to make the first move.
Dougie clears his throat and tries to come to the rescue, “I’m going to go see what Smitty and Bart are up to. You guys be good now.”
With those lovely parting words, the awkward atmosphere ratchets up a thousand more notches.
“Hi,” I say quietly.
Still not moving from his spot in the hallway, he replies, “Hey.”
It’s like he is afraid that if he moves, then I’ll bolt out the door again. Yup, I’ve certainly gotten myself into quite the pickle. I can only hope I can get myself out of it and maybe, just maybe, into his arms.