I started to make my way downstairs and as I was heading around the corner on the second floor I bumped into a very drunk Jack. Well to be more exact, the drunken Jack fell onto me, instead of a bump, and not only that, his lips fell onto mine as well! I quickly pushed him off of me in case anyone walked in a saw us like that and started to carry the drunk downstairs.
Now you might be surprised that I am not loosing my shit, but surprisingly enough this was not the first time that this man had gotten too drunk after one of my sister's escapades and had fallen on me. Jack cannot handle his liquor surprisingly for a man of his height and I had ended up having to take care of him afterwards more times than I could count. Because of all of the drama that has surrounded my sister and the unrequited love of Jack I do not really have much faith in love and relationships and all of that, so losing my first kiss to family wasn't really a pressing issue on my list of problems.
I lugged the heavy man down the stairs and called to my parents that I was taking Jack home with no response. What was he even doing on the second floor in the first place? And I took him outside while ordering an uber to get him home. This man is going to owe me big time when I tell him about this tomorrow!
Maybe I can get him to buy me some sweets since my mom cut me off!
The uber arrived and I managed to get him inside the car and I hopped inside too and we headed off to his apartment that was close to the university both he and my sister attended. I got him out of the car, tipped and thanked the uber, rang his neighbor's apartment to buzz us in and started the arduous task of getting him up three flights of stairs because he left the card for the gate and elevator at my place.
I got to his apartment and searched him for his keys, but as I could not find them on him, I had to ask the neighbor if I could hop the balconies to get the drunk man in. As I finally got him into his apartment after searching him for his keys with no success, I plopped him down in his bed and turned to leave. At that moment he mumbled something and I leaned in closer to hear what he was trying to say when suddenly he grabbed me. He pulled me down into the bed and treating me like his personal body pillow, he whispered into my ear, "I like you Eden, soo pretty", and stilled, falling into a deeper sleep. I struggled, and finally escaping from his grasp thirty minutes later looking like a tomato, I rushed out of his apartment thinking of all the shit Jack was going to owe me for this tomorrow.
Unbeknownst to Luke, as soon as he left, the very sober man got out of his bed with a very happy, yet creepy smile and looked out the window of his apartment as Luke left. Mumbling to himself in the silence of the apartment, no one else heard as he said, "You were right Jack, he really does look like Ara."