Liquid Courage - Chapter 2

I let out a long sigh and began stroking his hair, hoping to comfort Dan in his drunken coma. After about ten minutes of this, I picked him up bridal style and said goodbye to our friends and wished Chris a happy birthday. As soon as I could, I left the party behind me and carried Dan home.

One would think that carrying almost 180 pounds down the street for almost a mile would be tiring, but surprisingly, I barely noticed the weight. I was just thankful that I could get Dan home safe and sound, without any girls or boys pressuring him to do anything he wouldn't normally do. I began to notice how protective I am over Dan. When people look at him the wrong way, hit on him, or hate on his work, it makes me want to knock them out, regardless of the fact that I am a pacifist. Now that I think about it, Dan is probably the only person I really want to fight for.

I watched the stars the whole way we walked until we reached our building, and only when I laid him down on his bed did I notice the lactic acid that built up in my muscles from the walk. It was already 3:00 AM. I decided that the best thing to go is keep a glass of iced coconut water on his bedside table, recalling something Dan had told me months ago about how coconut water is great for hangovers.

Before tucking Dan into bed, I untied his tie and hung it up along with his shirt and pants, leaving him in only boxers and a t shirt as pajamas. He was sleeping soundly and I doubted that he had any vomiting capabilities left in him, so I felt it was safe to turn off his lamp and leave him to sleep till the morning.

Getting into my own bed and changing out of my formal wear, I felt exhausted, both mentally and physically. What if Dan really did love me? Do people really tell the truth when they drink? Do I love Dan? Why is it bothering me so much? I had no idea.

With an over active mind and a completely tired body, I eventually forced myself into a slumber, still thinking about Dan.