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Somebody to Love

Chapter 39

It was Friday and the boys are set to play Game 1 against the Habs. This was more exciting to me than the first round because I dislike Montreal way more than Ottawa. By this time, Melanie had found an affordable apartment not too far from where she works. She's looking better and is happier than she has ever been. Things have gotten better as in my eye and nose healing up quite nicely; not there yet, but they're getting close. The scoring got started early with a stupid Subban goal four-and-a-half minutes in, but just four minutes later, Gonch scored a power-play goal and by the end of the period, Jordy scored a rare power-play goal; needless to say, it was an amazing period by my boys. The second was about as eventful as we scored two goals(one of which was another power-play goal) while Cammalleri scored between those two. My Pens finished the game off with another power-play goal and an empty-netter from Guerin while Gionta had a goal sandwiched in between. So, my boys went perfect on the power-play while my man was solid in the pipes making 28 saves and we won 6-3. It was their second best game of the playoffs, since they had such a big win in Ottawa when we eliminated them. After the game, Matt dropped us all girls at my house and he drove home since we wanted to have a sleepover.

"This is so nice." I said sitting upside down on the couch.

"The blood rushing to your head?" Maddy asked laughing.

"Yep. No, just us girls having a sleepover after attending a great Pens game."

"An amazing Pens game." Mel said correcting me.

"You're right. An amazing game."

"So, what is he and the boys up to?"

"They're going out for a while, you know drinking and celebrating."

They nodded.

"What are we gonna do?"

"Drink, of course and watch some movies."

"Fuck yeah."

I sat upright for a second before heading to the kitchen.

"What are you ladies in the mood for?"

"Do you have stuff for margaritas?" Mel asked.

I nodded and smirked. I hadn't had any tequila in nearly a year. It has such an adverse effect on me. I can get really inappropriate and loud, so I do my best to avoid it, but I'll have some tonight. I'm not in public like the last time I was on my birthday.

It was my 22nd birthday and I was out with my friends at one of many bars in State College, as it was and still is a great college town. I was on my fourth lime margarita feeling as amazing as a young 20-something single woman could feel. It was also June and beautiful out which made my birthday even better.

"Isn't this awesome?!" I exclaimed laughing and wrapping an arm around my best friend Ally's shoulders.

She laughed.

"It is and really fun."

"You can say that again."

And with that, I walked off, stumbling and bumping into stuff at a terrible rate. My three other friends, not including Ally, laughed and shook their heads as I headed to the bathroom. Coming out of the ladies room, I saw a guy sitting by himself at a bar drinking a beer.

"Hi. I'm Bella." I said smoothly.

"Hi. I'm Derek. How are you?"

"Fantastic. It's my birthday today. How about you?"

"Great. I'm here for my best friend's bachelor party."

"And you're the best man?"

"Yep and it's been great."

I nodded before giggling.

"What are you giggling about?" he asked laughing.

"I don't know. It's probably the tequila. I've been drinking margaritas tonight. In fact, I'm uhh...gonna...get another one." I said starting to slur my words.

"Let me pay."

"No...I can't let you do that."

"Why not? You're a very beautiful woman." he said lightly touching my hand.

I blushed.

"Well, why not?"

I ordered and he paid for it. Three drinks later, I was making out with him up against a wall. A couple minutes later, Ally found me and poked me in the shoulder.

"What?"

"I think it's time for us to go. You're beyond wasted. How many drinks have you had?"

"Seven."

"Ok. Let's go." she said pulling on my arm.

"Noooo...." I said whining.

"Let's go, Bella. Now."

She tightening the grip on my arm.

"Fine."

"Bye Derek."

I pulled away and I pouted like a child. As she pulled me, I stumbled and fell by the time we reached the door. The following day, I felt the worst that I've ever felt; worse than I had the stomach flu. I vowed not to drink tequila again until I was at my own house.


"What are you thinking about?" Maddy asked.

"The last time I had tequila on my birthday last year. I had seven drinks and made out with a guy before Ally pulled me away like I was a child. I was beyond wasted and felt like shit the next day, the worst I've ever felt."

"Wow and that's the last time you've had it?"

"I'm so inappropriate when I drink excessively, so...I've tried to avoid it, but since we're at my house, I'll give it a try."

"Alright, let's get drinking then." Mel said.

And that we did. Within four hours, I had as many drinks as that night. They had just three each. They were all tipsy, clearly intoxicated unlike me, I was wasted as could be. I passed out on the floor at one in the morning. Maddy and Mel had fallen asleep on the couches. The following morning, I was in our bed next to Marc with a monstrous headache and nausea. I dashed to the bathroom as fast as could be and vomited. I'm such an idiot. I shouldn't have had that much. I'm thinking that we should not just have tequila in the house; I clearly can't control myself. I cried and moaned, laying my head back.

"Bella?" he asked walking into the room.

"Go away."

"Not happening."

He sat down beside me.

"How much did you have to drink?"

"I had seven margaritas."

I then turned and vomited into the toilet once again as he rubbed a hand up and down my back.

"Fuck." I said holding my head in my hands.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I've vowed not to drink tequila since my birthday last year. I had that many and ended up making out with a guy who was there for his best friend's bachelor party. I felt the same way then as I do now."

He shook his head and got up to grab a wet washcloth.

"I love you, but you know how fucking stupid you were last night?" he said handing me it.

I nodded. He kissed me on the forehead.

"I'll be back. I'll get you an aspirin and water."

I put on a small smile, but that's all it was. The only thing worse than feeling like this was the feeling you get when the man who loves you is angry with you. He came back a minute later while I was sitting in the same exact position.

"I hate myself."

"Please don't hate yourself."

"Why not? I'm fucking stupid aren't I?"

"Bella..."

"Bella..." I said mocking him.

He gave me a look and walked out of the room. I frowned, took my aspirin and undressed myself to get in the shower. I sat in there for over half an hour with the water on.

"Bella? Bella, is everything okay in there?" Marc asked on the other side of the door.

I just stayed quiet.

"Bella!!" he screamed a few minutes later while pounding on the locked door.

More silence for Marc. I didn't wanna talk. Another minute later, I heard Maddy's voice talking to him.

"What's wrong?"

"She won't open the door or answer. She's been in there for over a half hour."

Great. Bring my best friend into this.

"Bella, will you please let one of us in?"

"Just let him in." I yelled.

I stepped on a mat we had for when get out of the shower/tub and unlocked it then went back to my place in the shower, actually washing my hair this time. He came right in.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" he said opening the curtain.

I slapped him.

"Do you mind?" I said shutting the curtain.

"Did you really just slap me?"

"Yeah." I said going back to washing my hair.

He opened it again.

"Stop it. Ok? I just wanna know how you are. You've been in there for 40 minutes."

"You could've done that by leaving the curtain shut. You want water on the floor?"

He rolled his eyes, shut the curtain. Did he just give up? I hope so.
Seconds later, he was undressed and in the shower with me.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

I growled.

"I sat in the tub with the water running. I needed time to think about how stupid I was and how you were upset about me."

"Is that all?"

"Yes. That is all."

He hugged me and I sighed.

"I don't want you to ever hate yourself, ok? And, I just worry about you. That's all."

"I gotta tell you. I don't think I can drink tequila again. I just can't control myself. Just rum and vodka for me. I can handle that." I said laughing at the end.

He laughed too.

"Can I finish my shower now?" I asked trying not to laugh.

"If you kiss me."

"Well, I guess I'm not showering then. I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

He scrunched his face. I laughed.

"After, then."

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" I replied with a smirk.

"You're hilarious."

I just smiled and went back to showering, while he did the same. As soon as I was out and dried, I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash. I walked into our bedroom, found him by our dresser with just boxers on, looking for a pair of shorts and I poked him on his shoulder. He turned around and I kissed him, catching him by surprise. He wrapped his arms around me and made it deeper.

"How do you feel?" he asked after a moment.

"Okay. My head still just really hurts right now."

"Anything else I can do?"

"Unfortunately, no." I said making a face.

"How 'bout this?" he asked moving behind me.

He placed a hand on each side of my head and began rubbing in a circular motion with his fingers and did the same with the back of my head with his thumbs; the feeling was orgasmic. I leaned back into him, moaning.

"Feel good?" he asked knowingly.

"So good."

"Je'taime." he said after a few minutes.

"Je'taime vous aussi."

He then spun me around.

"I should let you do that more often when I have headaches like that. I don't feel completely better, but it's a start. Let's go eat. Well...when we finish getting dressed, that is."

"Yeah. I don't think the girls would appreciate your nudity and me in my boxers."

I laughed.

"No. I don't think they would."

After we had dressed and we did our hair...well, I did my hair; he just dried it with a towel and let it go...like he usually does. We found them in the kitchen eating lunch as it was noon.

"So, what didja find to eat in our kitchen?" I asked jokingly.

They looked at us with faces of panic.

"I'm joking. I can't believe you thought I was serious."

Maddy threw a plastic cup at me.

"You're a bitch." she said laughing.

"Thank you."

"So, are you okay?"

"I still have a headache, but it's getting better and if you're also talking about earlier, we're good."

She nodded.

"Cool."

"Hey, I decided on not keeping tequila in the house. I just can't control myself."

"Really?" Mel asked.

"Yeah. It's just not good for me."

"I'll remember that."

"Me too." Maddy agreed.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Rather than it being a fun day like I had planned it to be, it was a day of just lying around and trying to get rid of my headache, but that was perfectly fine with me as long as I had someone to spend it with.

Notes

Comments

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HeatherFormica HeatherFormica
1/16/14
Are you continuing this story I liked it. :)
jaws1218 jaws1218
8/8/13
whats the rest of chapter 5? lol i love it btw!
hockaayy hockaayy
1/28/13