A/N: This is the 2nd to last chapter I think. Thanks guys.
Calleigh slammed her door and ditched her purse at the counter. She sunk into the couch and rested her face in her hands.
What the hell was I thinking? Did I actually think something good would come out of this stupid night?
Calleigh sighed.
I miss the way it used to be. When we could just flirt and know that at the end of the day we would go home, alone, but happy.
Calleigh looked at the clock. It was 10 pm.
Shegroaned.
Stupid Ryan
Half and hour later.
Eric downed yet another glass of beer as Ryan watched him.
Eric burped loudly.
"Aren't you thirsty buddy?" Eric asked, giving Ryan a slap on the back.
"I'm fine. Glad to know I'm considered a buddy when you're drunk."
He-he Ryan's funny.
"I don't like you Ryan."
"Well thanks a lot," Ryan muttered.
"No nononononono, let me rephrase that. I do not like you."
Ryan sighed.
"But it'sss ok," Eric slurred, "Because I like you. I like you, so it doesn't matter that you're gay."
"What?"
He-he Ryan's swaying back and forth.
"Hey man, I'm proud of you for coming out. Give us a hug."
Eric held his arms out to Ryan.
"No, get away from me ," Ryan jumped back, causing him to bump into someone.
He twirled around to see Valera.
"Valera, hey, what are you doing here?"
"Heey Maxine," Eric greeted, and saluted Valera with a stern face.
"What the hell did you do to him?" Valera asked Ryan.
"Me? I did nothing-"
"I can see that," Valera replied. She sat down on the opposite side of Eric.
Hmmm Maxine looks hot out of her sailor's uniform.
"Delko you need to snap out of it. Do you know how upset Calleigh is?" Valera said pulling the beer out of Eric's hands while glaring at Ryan.
"What?" Ryan asked innocently.
"This is all your fault you know"
"You're the one who wanted me to come."
"Raindrops keep falling on my head," Eric sang, "But that means it doesn't mean my redsare turning red." Eric huccuped.
Valera slapped Eric across the face. "Snap out of it."
Owwwww, pain, Captain Planet's only weakness.
"Ok, ok calm down people," Eric said, "I can fix things because I love Calleigh and Calleigh has a phone."
Ryan looked at Valera dumbfounded.
"What has that got to do with anything?" He asked.
"Wh- hello, I have a phone, we can talk," Eric replied as he searched his pockets for his phone.
Pfft, and he wants to be a scientist.
Calleigh took in a deep breath as she pulled the comforter tighter around her body.
RING RING
Calleigh's phone in the lounge room went off.
Grrrr, just leave a message.
Calleigh heard the beep but couldn't make out who was talking or what they were saying.
Calleigh sighed and ignored it.
I'll check it tomorrow.
"He-he-he, it's the answering machine," Eric told Valera and Ryan.
Valera moaned. "This is not good."
"I am so so so sorry Calleigh," Eric mumbled.
"I didn't mean to-"
Crap, what happened again?
Eric took another gulp of beer.
"Ahh, much better. Did you know Maxine's not a sailor?"
"Eric, please hang up," Valera begged.
"Anyway, the guy, what was his name?" Hiccup "Greg. He was better off married to some other person, you weren't meant to marry him, he shouldn't have come. It was just supposed to be you, and me, and you. Did you know Ryan and Valera were watching?"
Eric turned to his friends and quickly turned away.
"They're watching me now," he whispered, "You looked great tonight. You boobs looked awesome in that dress. So I was thinking maybe we should go on a date by ourselves next time. Just you, and me , and you and Ryan's got a small-"
Eric was cut off by the answering machine.
Ryan groaned. "That's it I've had enough criticism for the night, I'm leaving."
"No," Valera grabbed his arm, "Don't leave me with him."
Ryan sighed and turned to Eric. "I'll call you a cab. But then I'm leaving."
"Thanks man," Eric mumbled, lying his head on the table, "You're a good flurrara…."
Calleigh sat up suddenly.
Did I just hear someone banging on my door?
BANG BANG
Yep, definitely heard it.
Calleigh moaned as she got out of bed, rubbing her eyes.
She didn't bother to put on a dressing gown, she just walked to her door in boxers and a tank top.
She wearily opened the door.
Shit!
"Heeey Calleigh," Eric mumbled and he steadied himself against the doorframe.
Damn, should've put on my dressing gown.
Calleigh crossed her arms.
"Are you drunk Eric?"
"The cab driver said where do you want to go, he didn't say where do you live," Eric explained as he swaggered into Calleigh's apartment, " I don't live here, but I want to be here, and here I am."
Calleigh sighed frustrated, as she led him to the couch.
"Eric I'm really tired and-"
"Oh, I'll go somewhere else then," Eric said as he lay on the couch.
"Don't worry about it. I'll go get you some pillows and a blanket."
Later that morning
Calleigh opened her eyes and stretched. She had a dream about Eric last night. About the old, nice, normal Eric. Not the new, crazy, drunk Eric.
Calleigh rubbed her face, grabbed her silk dressing gown, and walked out of her bedroom.
Eric woke to his ringing cell phone, and to the smell of bacon.
Mmm bacon. Wait, oww, major headache.
Eric groaned and rubbed his forehead.
"You want me to get that" Calleigh called from the kitchen.
Since when does Calleigh live in my kitchen?
Eric answered the phone.
"Delko"
"Hey it's Ryan"
Since when does Ryan call me?
"Hey man, what's up?"
"I just wanted to call and see if you made it home ok. I kinda felt bad leaving you like that."
"Oh"
"How do you feel?"
"My head hurts, My house smells like bacon, and Calleigh is in my kitchen."
"Wow, you really got wasted last night."
Ohh yeah.
"So Calleigh came over to see you?"
"No, I don't think so. I remember walking in, knocking on my door and then sleeping on my-"
Shit
"I'm not at my house am I?"
"That'd be a safe guess."
"Crap,"
"I'll let you get to it."
Eric heard muffled voices in the background.
"What's that?"
"Nothing,"
"Is that Delko?" Eric heard over the phone.
"Hey, was that Valera's voice I heard?"
Ryan smiled. "Maybe?"
"What's going on between you two?"
"Let's just say that I kept up my end of the deal," And with that, Ryan hung up.
Eric smiled, and then frowned.
Owww, headache.
"Hey," Calleigh greeted. She handed Eric a glass of water, Panadol, a plate of bacon, and a weird, red looking drink.
"What's that?"
"Homemade hangover remedy. I done this a lot before."
"Thanks," Eric said.
"Hungry?" Calleigh asked, sitting down on a couch.
"Yep?" He said after swallowing the Panadol.
"Um, Eric?" Calleigh asked, "About last night-"
"Oh, sorry about that," he apologised.
"No I'm sorry. How about we just pretend that the whole thing never happened."
Eric smiled. "Fine by me."
Calleigh smiled back.
"Oh, I forgot, I have to check my messages," Calleigh got up and went to her phone.
She held it close to her ear.
"Eric, it says there's a message from your number."
Eric froze.
A/N: DUM DUM DUM, it's all happening. PlZ PLZ PLZ tellme what you think or what you want to happen.
