Chapter Nine: Sin or Spend the Night All Alone.
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Barely
conscious in the doorway you stand
Your eyes are fighting sleep
while your mouth makes your demand
You laugh at every word trying
hard to be cute
I almost feel sorry for what I'm gonna do
and
your hair smells of smoke
Who will cast the first stone?
You
can sin or spend the night all alone
--Brand New, "Me vs Maradona vs Elvis"
Alex was stumbling all over the place by the time they got of the bus that dropped them off right in front of Eden Hall. Fulton hoped that it was late enough for all of the faculty to be inside. If anyone saw them, they were dead. Somehow, he didn't think that Coach Orion would condone his players binge drinking. It was a good thing that he thought ahead and left the window of his room
"Here, Alex, I'm gonna help you climb into the window." Fulton said, trying to get Alex to stand on her own for a few seconds so that he could give her a leg up.
"Ya know, if I drankmore Minnie-soda wouldn't beasbad." She slurred as she swayed slightly. Fulton caught her seconds before her head smashed into the brick wall.
"Alright. C'mon Alex, c'mon. Just-yup, lift your leg up over that—no,no…Al, c'mon just get up over that sill. Alright, good." Fulton lifted her deadweight up on to the ledge and attempted to rest her against the side of the window. Alex wasn't able to stay sitting up and Fulton heard a thud as she hit the ground of his room.
"Oooowwwww."
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, knowing the Portman would kill him if he found out Alex had one bruise on her body. He'd decided that Alex needed to go home, but didn't feel like leaving because a random girl had attached herself permanently to his left arm. Fulton volunteered to take her home and promised to get her there in one piece. One undamaged piece. Running and jumping to grab the window ledge seemed like the only option to get into the building with out going in the front door and by the sign-in desk. Three tries and two jammed fingers later and Fulton had gotten a good enough grip on the ledge to propel himself into the room. At the last second, he tucked and rolled in an attempt not to fall on top of Alex. Luckily, she landed half-way on her brother's bed and the load thumping noise was caused her feet slamming against the ground.
"Alex, you ok?" he asked as he stumbled over the mess that perpetually covered the floor of his room. After falling into the wall, he groped around for the light switch and turned the fluorescent bright overhead light on.
"OWW! My fuckin' eyes!" Alex yelled. "I's be fine when-youturn off datlight an get meanuzzer drink."
"I think another drink is the last thing we both need." He laughed drunkenly and helped her up. "C'mon I gotta get ya to your room."
Alex squinted her eyes and looked at him disorientated. "Y'know what? I likeyouse Ful-ton Reeeed. Good guy, thatsyou. Good guy."
"Um, thanks. C'mon. I'm gonna put you to bed." He promised her, feeling like he was going to pass out before they got down the hall to her room.
Alex didn't make the trip down the hallway easy on him. Balance while drunk did not seem to be her best subject. As they made their way slowly down the hall, she zigzagged from side to side, bumping into almost everybody's door. Ten feet from her door, she stopped dead, her arm pressed against the wall barely supporting her frame. "I'm gonna be sick."
"No, you ain't." Fulton said, standing up as straight as he could manage. Alex was refusing to go any further, and he couldn't leave her out in the hallway like this. If anyone besides on of the Ducks found her she'd be kicked off the team. And even then, there was part of him that thought Julie or Connie would rat her out. He took a deep breath and picked her up. "I'll get your trash when I put you to bed ok?" he promised her, walking carefully towards her door, staying only a few inches from the wall in case he lost his balance. Two injured hockey players would not be good.
"Fulton?" Alex said, trying her hardest to get enough control of her head to pick it up.
"Yeah?'
"Thanks."
"Don't worry about it." He said, trying to maneuver Alex so that he could open the door handle. Half-buzzed and unable to see it, it took a few minutes for him to find the knob. When he did, the door swung open so fast that he lost his balance and stumbled into the dark room. "Al, can you hit the lights?"
Alex groaned and he heard her hand slap against the wall as she drunkenly fumbled for the light switch. The lights flickered a few times before she finally got them to stay on.
"MY EYES!" she practically screamed and her hands flew to cover them. Fulton dropped her onto her bed and walked over to her desk to grab the extra trash basket. He decided to switch on the desk light in case Alex got up in the middle of the night, and switched off the fluorescent overhead.
"Better?" He asked, sitting on the edge of her bed and Alex groaned in reply. "I'll take that as a yes. Here, if you think you're gonna puke, there's a trash thing for you, alright?"
Alex didn't reply. Fulton hoped that she hadn't passed out already. He wanted to make sure she was on her side and that she knew where the trash was.
"Alex?" He asked, picking up her shoulders.
"Hmmm?" Her eyes were half closed and her head bobbed side to side. She felt like deadweight in Fulton's arms. A small dead weight, but still a fragile one. Fulton didn't feel like incurring anymore of Portman's wrath in the near future.
"Here, get under your blanket." He instructed, rolling her over and pulling the covers up to her chin. He was getting tired, too. Alcohol never rarely had the party-all-night night effect on him and this night had been longer them most. He fought his eyelids from closing to make sure that Alex was all set before he left. "You gonna be ok?"
"Yeah." Alex mumbled back, shifting slightly and pulling her arms out from under the blanket.
"I'm gonna come make sure you get up for practice tomorrow."
"My alarm's set." She replied with a yawn; at least she wasn't slurring her words anymore.
"I'll still check." He yawned back and starting getting up.
Alex's hands flew up the second his weight left the bed and pulled him back down. "Fulton?" she asked, loosening her death grip on his shirt and opening her eyes.
"What's up?" he sat back on the bed and leaned in slightly to look at her.
"Thanks." She smiled. "I'm lucky." Alex reached up and pushed his black hair out of his face.
"Lucky?" he repeated with confusion.
"Yeah, I'm lucky to know a guy like you." She smiled again and raised her head up enough so that her lips brushed his.
"Alex, you're drunk." He protested.
"I know…." She trailed off as he gazed into his eyes. "But I really wish I wasn't." She kissed him again, this time moving her hand to the back of Fulton's neck and pulling him towards her. "It's ok." She told him, and innocent, honest look radiating from her eyes.
'She's Portman's sister!' His conscience practically screamed at him. But right now, Alex's hand exploring the back of his neck seemed more persuasive. He reached down and traced the sides of her face with the back of his hand. Alex's eyes fluttered open and closed. As he kissed her back, she moved over, pulling Fulton's body entirely onto the bed and half tangled up in hers. It didn't even register that he kicked the trash bin and sent it flying halfway across the room. The only thing he could feel right now was how every nerve in his body was on fire, and as if he was watching the scene from above. It wasn't him lying here, making out with his best friend's sister.
'This is so messed up.'
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Sunlight hit Alex's eyes and she slowly opened them, not even remotely prepared for the raging headache that ensued. Rolling over to grab aspirin from her nightstand, she whacked a still sleeping Fulton in the face.
"Ugh. Sorry Fulton." She groaned. "Can you grab the aspirin out of the top drawer."
"Yeah, sure." He grabbed the bottle and took tow for himself before handing it over to Alex. "What a night, huh?"
Alex sat up and put her head in her hands. Her back was towards Fulton and he could see the smooth skin on the small of her back and felt his face grow red. "Please tell me we don't have practice today." She begged. "And please tell me that somebody else is as hung over as me."
"The bad news is we have practice in three hours." Fulton broke the news gently, trying to play it cool. If she didn't remember last night, he didn't want to either. "The good news is I think most of the team is hung over."
"Great." Alex mutter, then bolted to the wastebasket by her desk and dry heaved.
"Maybe not as hung over as you though, dude." Alex didn't lift her head out of the trash. Fulton hoped that it was only paper in there, as Alex didn't bother taking out her trash often. He couldn't imagine a three day old banana would be appealing when you were about to throw up. "You gonna puke, Al?"
Alex pulled her body up slowly. "No, but I wish I had last night." She said, getting back into her bed and pulling the covers over her head.
"You did."
Alex put her hand to her aching head. "Ugh, where?"
Fulton laughed. "Actually, dude, you puked right by the entrance to campus."
"Well, at least I made a statement." She relented. "What happens if I skip practice, again?"
"Um, I dunno." Fulton said with a shrug. "No one's every tried that. But I'm thinkin' nothin' good."
Alex flopped back into her pillows and closed her eyes. "There's no way that I'm gonna be able to skate today." Her head was pounding, her joints all ached, and she could barely keep her eyes open. All she wanted was a bottle of aspirin, a couple good movies, her pillow and blankets, and maybe if she got adventurous, a cup of tea. Napping was the only physical activity that she wanted to do.
"Alka-seltzer."
"Wha-? Like as in 'pop-pop-fiz-fiz, oh what a relief it is'?" She asked. "That's insane."
"No, dude, it totally works." Fulton promised. "Trust me, my dad used it all th—" he caught what he was saying a stopped.
"You're dad what?" Alex persisted, squinted at him.
"Nothin', just trust me, it works. You got any?"
"Yeah, somewhere. My Dad's paranoid about me getting sick and him not eing here. I have a fucking pharmacy in my room. I'll get it later." Right now, moving anywhere seemed more of a chore then Alex could handle. "What the fuck was I drinking last night?"
"Haha, having trouble remembering last night?" he asked, as he got up and looked through the plastic container that he knew she kept her painkillers and such in. His hunch was right and he pulled out a box of Alka-Seltzer.
"I remember yelling at Bean, and that's about it." "I really wish I knew what went on last night, I hate having chunks of my life completely blacked out. Augh, just the sound of that stuff fizzy is making my stomach churn."
"Just drink it." Fulton insisted, handing it to her. "Look, I'll drink some." He gulped down part of the fizzy liquid without hesitation. "No sweat, dude."
"Fine." She groaned, sitting up slightly and reaching for the cup. "Why aren't you as hung over as me?"
"I wasn't poundin' back drinks all night."
She drained the cup and Fulton laughed to himself as he heard the the gulg gulg gulg sound she made. Last night, the liquor had gone down a lot smoother. She was paying for it this morning.
When Alex finished, she gagged as though she was going to puke. "Disgusting." She complained, making a nasty face.
Fulton laughed. "What a baby." He teased her, knowing that it would egg her on.
"Shut up!" Alex said angrily, whacking him with a pillow. Fulton picked up another pillow and whacked her back.
"Would you prefer wuss?"
"Don't make me get up and kick your ass." She threaten, glaring at him.
"I'd liked to see you try." He scoffed, lowering his head and glaring right back at her. Their faces were barley inches apart. Alex took a deep breath and let it through her nose. He tried no to laugh and not to focus on her flaring nostrils.
"I'll do it!" she insisted through gritted teeth. She was cute even when she was angry. "I really will—" Fulton couldn't resist, his lips were on hers two seconds later, cutting the rest of her statement off. He pulled back and looked at Alex. Her eyes were still closed.
"Did that happen last night?" she asked breathlessly. Fulton attempted to read her reaction, but her face was practically expressionless. Silence. He felt his face grow hot.
He shifted over towards the edge of her bed. "Yeah, yeah it did." He confessed. "I'm sorry. You we're drunk, you're my best friend's fucking sister. It was wrong, I feel bad. I'm an idiot. I-I'll just see you at practice."
"Fulton." Alex said, taking his face in her hands.
"What?' He was breathing heavily. He had talked so fast in his apology that he barely had time to breathe.
"Shut up." She said, pulling his face back towards hers and kissing him.
"No problem.'" He grinned, kissing her back and thanking his lucky stars that she was ok with this. Somehow, he didn't think Portman would like him very much if she wasn't. Then again, he probably wouldn't be ok with it even if Alex was.
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