A/N: Okay I just realised this story's gonna be longer than I had thought. I'll probably update it quicker now that my brain is full of ideas!
Chapter 2: Never Meant Nothing
Z sleepily opened her eyes, feeling drowsy and with a terrible headache. Where the hell was she? And why the hell was she naked? She could feel the touch of the bedsheets on her body, and it felt… odd. She turned her head to look around, propping herself on the bed on her elbows, trying at the same time, to make sure that the sheets didn't slide down, exposing her breasts.
She noticed there was no man in the bedside beside her, and so she called out, "hello? Is anyone there?"
And almost immediately, the door to the bathroom flew open, and dressed in the hotel bathrobe, came out the one person she could've never expected to be there.
"Sky?"
He looked embarrassed, his cheeks were totally red, and he seemed like he had just thrown up.
"Hello… Z" he said, with an awkward grin.
"Sky… where… the… hell… are… we…?" she asked, slowly, so it didn't make her head spin.
"Uhmmmm… we're in a hotel room, where we checked into, last night, after we got…" he didn't know how to phrase the words without freaking her out, but there was only one way to pull the bandage, "married"
Z stared at him, uncomprehending, "wut?"
"We got drunk, and we got married… last night"
She stared at him, wide-eyed, not knowing how to react, "wait what? Let me get this straight! YOU ARE SAYING WE ARE MARRIED?" she asked, now feeling even more conscious of her position, and draping the bedsheets even more closely to her body.
"Yes, Z," Sky said, awkwardly, though on the inside he felt relief that she also didn't actually want to get married to him, "check your finger"
Z did so, and found in her hands the most beautiful wedding ring she had ever seen. It had a floral pattern, with a flower in the centre, and tendrils extending on each side. The flower was blue, the tendrils slight yellow, all adorned by silvery diamonds.
"Did we… do it last night?" Z asked, feeling a blush go up to her cheeks. She didn't like the feeling.
Sky nodded, "I'm pretty sure we did," he looked around, "And we were terrible." a nervous chuckle, "Both our clothes are torn like hell! I messaged Jack to drop by a pair of our uniforms"
"That's why the bathrobe?" Z asked, though she felt an even stranger fear spread over her, "uhmm… if we were so drunk that we don't remember anything, is there any way to check whether we used protection or not?" Z asked nervously.
Sky coughed, also anxious, and replied, "we did not"
"How are you so sure?" she asked.
"Because… well… I didn't have any… condoms, last night, and also, Z, I didn't find any wrappers or boxes. And i checked the whole place for it"
Ughhh! Did that mean she could be pregnant? There was a f**ing chance she could! And what then?
Z felt so mad, at herself, at her stupid friends, at this idiotic man! All of them! Why did they have to be so happy? And why did she have to be so lonely and sad? Slowly the events of the night were starting to come back. She remembered sitting with Sky by the bar table, and then talking and talking, and then finding that someone else felt the loneliness too, and that it wasn't just her. She remembered taking comfort in the feeling, and before they knew it, they were making out by the bar, absolutely drunk.
Z remembered nothing else after that. Okay no, there was a point when he had pushed her deep into the couch to… no she didn't even want to think about it!
"They let us get married when we were THAT DRUNK?" Z asked, almost hysterical, and Sky shrugged, "I don't remember anything, honestly, except little fragments…" he made a funny face.
Z took a heavy breath.
"What now?"
"Should we get… divorced?" The idea seemed weird to him.
"We could get an annulment too" she suggested, "on the grounds that we were too drunk?"
"Right…" he didn't have the guts to ask whether she wanted the marriage to stick.
"But then we'll just get super lonely again, no?" Z asked, silently.
"What?" he looked up, as if she had just read his mind.
"Nothing, just a little doubt. Like if we get lonely again, wouldn't that maybe land us up in our pit of depression again?"
"Z, would that really be better than being married to someone we don't even love?"
Z considered it for a moment.
"How could we be so stupid?"
"That's what I've been telling myself for the past one hour"
"You've been awake one hour?" Z said incredulously, "and you didn't have the decency to wake me?"
"You were naked… I didn't want to touch you"
"Oh come on, Sky, we both know you did a lot more than just touch me last night"
"We were drunk," he said emotionlessly.
"That is not the point!" Z felt like yelling. This man! Ughh why was he taking all this so, so lightly!
"Look, Z," Sky said, slowly, "It's not like I wanted to do this, to screw up things so bad! I know that you didn't either, so how about we get dressed, we think it through, we get an annulment, and we move on… while we're still friends"
"Still Friends?! FRIENDS? Schuyler Tate, we passed the 'friends' tag hours ago!"
"Why is this such a big deal for you, Z? So we had sex! Big deal!"
"Big deal for you" Z muttered.
"We were drunk!" Sky aggressively clutched Z's shoulders, both of them, as if to shake some sense into her, then a moment later, realised what he was doing, and immediately let go, "You see? This is what I'm talking about" she said soberly.
"What do you mean?" he was still in a state of denial.
"You just held my shoulders, and look how uncomfortable you got. Sky Tate, we are not those casual, completely platonic friends anymore. This has impacted whatever we stood for. Think of the number of times, just to irritate me, you'd just lift me up by my waist and spin me around till i got dizzy… Can you do that again?"
"Give it some time, we'll get back to where we were"
"Alright." Z paused. Maybe he was right… maybe that's what they needed… time… Yeah.
He then made his way back into the bathroom, and came out with another one of the hotel's bathrobes. Tossing it onto the bed, he turned around, Z inspected it for a moment, then said, "don't look" and got out of the bed, and put it on loosely. Then she told him she was dressed, and he turned to face her. Dressed almost identically, the two breathed heavily, looking at each other, and she felt her heart racing. True enough, they had been very close friends, and the thought had crossed her mind, more often than once, that they could, maybe someday, sometime, some century, be something more than just friends. Today, as they just stood there, at this odd crossroad, she wondered if she should feel good about this, or not. This marriage thing… it wasn't going to stick… was it?
A/N: Hope their reactions were up to the point! Their friend's reactions? Coming up! Thanks for reading! leave a review plzz!
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