Repost of chapter 3. This chapter, like the others has some alterations, from Nittles, in order to improve them.

Enjoy.


Oh my God! Oh my God! Dr. Cox just kissed me! Oh my God!

All this time, I have been practically begging him for a hug and... Focus, JD! Your mentor, the man you have idolised for years has just tried to stick his tongue in your mouth! Now is definitely not the time to be thinking about hugging him.

He's looking at me. He's expecting me to say something… For God's sake just say something!

"Well, you're obviously just going to stand there like a gawping schoolgirl, so I'm gonna hit the can." Dr. C... Perry growled, heading towards the bathroom. I thnk if he gets to kiss me, I get to call him Perry. Pel, Per-Per. Wow, the possibilities are endless.

At least that bought me some time. My head is spinning. Maybe it's just the alcohol, but my nerves are shot. I know this is going to one of two ways. Either I can stay and wait patiently for Perry to return or I can panic and bolt before he returns.

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm out of here…

I start to creep out of the apartment, trying so hard not to make any noise. I fail miserably on the first attempt of course, tripping over a lamp wire on the way out. I give up at the point, sprinting the rest of the way until there is a decent amount of space between me and the apartment.

I'm about to reach the main entrance door when I am stopped in my tracks. I have spent the last few years desperately seeking approval, any sort of affection from this man. Alright, so this wasn't exactly what sort of affection I had in mind, but it was definitely something.

I can't do this. I can't run away from Perry. I'm going to get back in his apartment so we can talk. Also, I'm still pretty drunk. There's no way I can drive my Sasha like this.

Reluctantly, I start to climb the stairs I had just clambered down. It always seems must harder when you're trying to go upwards. I need to stop drinking. I am surprised when I make it back up to the top that the apartment door is still open. I enter the threshold to find Perry passed out on the couch.

My profession gets the better of me, and I find myself checking him over. Satisfied he is ok, I let myself fall into the chair next to him and sigh. Thinking is impossible in my state.

Maybe I had underestimated just how drunk he really was. Maybe it was just a drunken mistake. I mean, people do really stupid things when they're drunk, right? But this is Perry, the most experienced alcoholic ever to set foot in Sacred Heart, and here he is, in a booze fuelled state after announcing he had feelings for me and trying to eat my face.

I have to admit, I feel guilty for running out on him like I did. I mean, it's not like he really paid too much attention to the fact I had disappeared, he was virtually paralytic before he even headed to the bathroom in the first place.

I guess what really made me run away was not the kiss by itself, it was the idea he would want to talk about it. Oh, the irony… Me, John Dorian, avoiding a conversation about my feelings…

The weird thing is, I have no idea how I feel. It was unexpected, and the shock was evident to all parties, but despite everything I couldn't help but notice just how soft his lips actually were against mine. It felt... nice. I'm not really sure where I am going with this, but Perry is actually a good kisser, and I don't know if I would be able to deny him another go.

I don't know. Shouldn't I feel repulsed or something by having another man kiss me?

I didn't… It actually felt kind of… right.

Right! What am I thinking? What's right about all this?

I can't think anymore. I'm going to sleep and sober up, and then I'm going to figure this out.

Where should I sleep anyway? I can't go home now, I can't drive.

Guess I'm going to have to find a spare bedroom.