Well, here's the second chapter. I still don't own Inception... And don't tell Save Me but I like this story much better. And yes, Comfortably Plump I am good.
The next morning, Ariadne fluttered her eyes open and felt an instant headache. Hangover. She grunted and immediately soaked in what was on top of her. Arthur. Arthur was still asleep, and was drunk. Wait. Ariadne jolted a little, not enough to wake up Arthur though. Katherine Nicole had died. Arthur came home drunk. They both downed bottles of whiskey. They went to the futon. They made out and here they were now.
Ariadne slapped her forehead. Oh my god, Arthur's on top of me. Not wanting to wake him, she sighed and closed her eyes.
After an hour, Arthur immediately woke up and got up. Ariadne was then revealed. Arthur's eyes went wide and covered his mouth with his hand. I made out with Ariadne. My best friend. And my girlfriend Katherine Emily Nicole passed last night. Arthur breathed in deep, and simply went to the bathroom to throw up. After he was done puking, he inhaled and exited. Ariadne was in the kitchen cooking up pancakes and bacon. Arthur cam up behind her and tapped her shoulder. She quickly turned around. "Oh, hi Arthur. I'm just cooking breakfast." She stuttered.
"That's very nice of you, Ari." Arthur replied, remaining stoic. Ariadne nodded, not turning to face him. When she finally finished, she placed two pancakes on a plate and two pieces of bacon and handed it to Arthur. Arthur gladly took it and thought, Wow. She knows me so well. I love having a short stack and bacon. He thought. Hmm. Ari knew him a lot more then Katherine ever did. Katherine would give him oatmeal, which he absolutely detested. However, he never said a word. Ariadne came to the table with her late of one pancake and three pieces of bacon.
Ariadne broke the silence, "So did Katherine's parents find her?" Arthur looked up, it burned to even think of Katherine.
"Yes. I brought her in and her dad took care of her. He shook my hand and thanked me for taking care of Katherine. I left."
"Then how'd you end up drunk?" Ariadne questioned, reminiscing his staggering into the apartment.
"I went to the bar. I drank up at least three beers. Then my buddy drove me up here." He finished, eating up the bacon.
"Arthur, what happened last night?" She predicted he would say, 'we were drunk, Ari. End of story."
"I don't know, Ari. We downed bottles of whiskey, and then ended up on the futon," he pointed to in the living room, " And we made out. End of story." There was that 'end of story' again, Ariadne thought. Ariadne sighed and went into her room. Arthur called after her, "Wait, Ari!" She fell back on her splatter paint sheets on her bed. Gosh, Ariadne! Why are you so naïve? Both of you were drunk, and you didn't know what you were doing, Ariadne thought to herself. She had let her whole fantasy form in her mind. After ten minutes of Ariadne fiddling with her sweater, Arthur walked in. "Katherine's funeral is next week." Ariadne nodded, looking out her window. " We need to talk," Arthur continued.
Well, how'd you like it? What will Arthur and Ariadne talk about? I honestly have no idea...so Reviews please! Reviews=Love and also it means I will update today! Review, and tell me what you think Arthur and Ariadne will talk about.. Sorry about the short chapter