Disclaimer: I own nothing except Heather and Alister.
Alister says he brought me home after too many drinks.
I'll buy that I have the headache to prove it still...
Here are some events that I vaguely remember:
Alister and I had been eating at Olive Garden, and I drank way to much.
I potentially caused a scene, and Alister lead me back to the car.
I caught my reflection in the mirror: bloodshot eyes, sickly pale...
I began crying.
Alister stared at me in shock.
"Heather?! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Alister asked, wondering what could have set me off.
"I'm wearing purple and...Blue. TOGETHER!" I sobbed.
"WHAT?!" Alister yelled throwing on the brakes in the middle of the road.
"I'm wearing PURPLE AND BLUE....TOGETHER!" I sobbed again.
"Why is that important?!" Alister screamed.
"I just realized, that, um..."
"What?!"
"I don't like Purple..."
"HEATHER!"
I stared silently out the window.
I was drunk for god's sake...what did he expect?!
After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at my apartment.
"Do you need me to carry you?" Alister asked eyeing me warily.
"No, Thank you!" I huffed, springing from the car, and falling onto the grass.
"Shit." Alister grumbled walking around the car to me.
He picked me up.
I liked the solid warmth of his arms around me.
Call it the rant of a drunk woman, but I think right then is when I realized I loved Alister.
I held on to him.
We reached my door way to early.
"Where is the key?"
"My purse is in the house."
"Where is the spare key?"
You just know how that sounded to me.
"I think it's under the door mat...why?" I purred.
Alister gulped audibly.
He quickly picked it up and opened the door.
"OH MY GOD!" I shrieked in Alister's ear.
"CHRIST! NOT IN MY FUCKING EAR!" Alister shouted back.
As we argued...we didn't notice the person sneaking inch by inch closer to us.
"Alister....LOOK OUT!" I screamed before being knocked out by something.