Life sucks, don't you agree?
Love hurts and friends? Well, never place your life in their hands. He gets it on why your problems tend to he theirs but, bars? What made it okay last night?
He was an uptight type, Never one to indulge in drinks and wild parties in particular. The smell of sweets, people being everywhere, vomit and loud noises weren't his go to comfort zone. He was what they called a good boy. A triangle route one; College, Church, Home.
It was that one time and he only needed to drink for his sanity for the pain and humiliation was unbearable. Fuck love! But then again, what does love have to do with it? He just wasn't good enough for her.
He could see just how drinking was such a dumb decision when the morning light was registered to his barely opened eyes. It wasn't that great to drink anyway and the hangover? Way worse. How do people survive that and want a repeat? Day in, day out.
"Damn!" Cursed Aiden before sucking in a breath and closing his eyes once more with a pillow to his face. He's not drinking ever again! God punishes disobedience in mysterious ways indeed.
"Thank God, you are alive! You gave quite a scare there" Aiden heard a relieved voice in his room and some light feet taps on his floor towards him that was all it took to welcome the headache and nausea.
"Who the hell are you?!" Questioned Aiden backing to the corner of the bed where he realized that he too was naked and decided to cover himself with a pillow.
A man was inside his apartment. A man he doesn't know and they were naked. And did he say that the intruder was a big grown ass man?.
What else does the Lord have to do to remind Aiden of his promise to alcohol intake?. He used to call anybody who's sending their baggage to the bar, shallow.
It's shameful enough to stoop that low and to think that it was a one time thing, the big boss can be cruel to make it weird the next day, right? When he could have reasoned with him harder not to go in the first place.
"Uhm, honey? That's my line" Supplied the stranger seemingly confused and concerned looking back at the stacks of papers in his hands seriously before looking back at Aiden,
"You were supposed to smile and say, 'Barely'" Informed the stranger with a nod, helpfully.
"What are you doing in my room?" Asked Aiden visibly alarmed and confused hugging his naked body glaring daggers at the stranger to not make the next step towards him.
"Okay, now you just sound crazy. What will you be having for breakfast? Whiskey? Some shots. Margarita. Cocktails...?" Inquired the stranger walking to the kitchen side, buck naked making Aiden feel like maybe... just maybe, it could be him that was the one tripping there. Was that it? Because, all he could remember was him drinking his sorrows away and after that? Nothing.
Was it the alcohol amnesia thing? But, the night before was the first time he ever sipped on anything alcoholic. Or was he...dare to say, Dreaming at the moment? And all he could need was another nap. Oh, how he wished for that to be true. He even pinched himself to prove the theory. Bad idea.
"Oh, before I forgot...Jake called and I kind of need to be at work before noon. It's the lazy saturdays" He heard the stranger once he reached the kitchen stand looking back at Aiden.
"Who's Jake?" Asked Aiden once again confused. Why did the stranger make it seem like he was crazy? Should he be familiar with the name? Were they friends?
"How many Jakes do you know?" Retorted the stranger with his hands on his hips. He was the nagging type for sure and even though Aiden didn't remember shit about him and the said Jake but, he felt drawn to him. That's his type, right there. Was that gay?
Or maybe it could be that he was hard and crazy horny at that moment, Wait, "_I'm gay?" Blurted out Aiden startling the stranger who simply played along,"What? Wow! Congratulations, I'm gay too!"
"You think this is a joke? Waking up to a stranger in my bed?" Questioned Aiden with a glare. Now he was angry, attracted, horny, tired, hangover, confused and very much not feeling the AC level inside. Who cranked it up that low? It was cold as Antarctica.
"There's a stranger in our bed?" Peeked the said stranger to the bed alarmed. When did they break in?, wondered.
"NO! Not there... You are the stranger here!" Said Aiden seriously hoping to get his point across. Shit just got too real too fast.
"But, I'm not in bed right now" Replied the stranger simply, looking at Aiden like he was going crazy by the second, "Do you want a second to get the record straight?"
"What's your name?" Questioned Aiden in his no nonsense tone.
"Philip? But, I wasn't complaining when you called me Phi Phi Baby last night" Replied the stranger somewhat bashful with the blushes and everything making Aiden cringe on the inside. What did they do last night? Did he want to know? The head was going to explode.
"Did we...? Are we...? What are we?" Asked Aiden holding his breath, bracing himself for whatever was coming. He hated the unknown the most so, his options was to just go ahead and ask.
Be it a drunken mistake or a repressed sexuality, he decided to be whatever Philip will answer and nothing less. No judgements, just acceptance.
Whether he liked it or not Philip was his responsibility. He was in his house for crying out loud. And not just anybody gets to walk through the door of his apartment unless they are important to him.
Only family, friends and a close to become a wife girlfriend.