Throughout the whole movie, Ralph and I joked. Making fun of the characters, instead of actually watching the movie. It made everything feel normal between us, like before Ralph lost his memory. He had stayed leaning against me, and pressed even more when he broke out in to a laughing fit. His warmth was almost intoxicating and I could not hold back any more. I swung my arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer to me. At that moment everything in the world felt right. I buried my nose in to the blonde locks that have taunted me the past few days.
Ralph stiffened at first, but then he relaxed in the embrace. "Jack?" He asked in a soft, almost shy, voice.
"hm?" was my only reply.
"I think you can let go now." He said, lightly pressing his hands against my chest.
Blushing madly, I released him to see his face was as equally red as mine. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me." I lied trying not to alarm him.
"It's okay. I know you're going through a break up and it has to be hard on you." He said looking down at his hands. "That's part of the reason I wanted to stay the night. Incase you needed someone to lean on." My chest started to hurt at those word. How could he not remember ANYTHING about us? About how happy we were. All the things we went through just to stay together.
I jumped up from the couch, leaving Ralph confused, to go to our liquor cabinet. "Do you drink Ralph?" I asked fighting back the tears in my voice.
"Jack, maybe nows not the time for you to drink." He said calmly. What did he know?
"Do you drink?" I asked again, more agitated. Silence passed between us, before Ralph came to find me. Without a word he came up behind me and hugged me around the waist. "Not that I know of, but I'll drink with you so you don't feel lonely."
"Thank you." I whispered grabbing a bottle of wine that had already been opened. Ralph released me and followed me to my room. "You don't mind us drinking in my room?" I asked feeling my eyes sting even more. "If I pass out I'd like to at least be in my bed."
Ralph shook his head and joined me in sitting on my bed. "Don't we need glasses?" He asked giving my more worried looks.
I just popped the top and took a swig. "If you want a glass there's some in the cabinet by the stove." I informed before taking another sip. I held it out for Ralph and he reached for it slowly as if he thought it would bite him. Well, sometimes it does the next day. After he took a sip, he handed the bottle back to me. We drank in silence til I was good and drunk. "Ralph?" He just gave me a disappointed look. I do not blame him. "Do you love this Andrew guy?" I asked.
"Jack, you're drunk." He said disapprovingly.
"Do you love Andrew?" I asked again dropping the empty bottle on the carpeted floor.
"You need to get some rest." Ralph tried to get me to lay down.
"Please!" I shouted, startling him. "Just tell me if you love him or not!" The tears I had held in all night were finally released making streams down my cheek.
Ralph just stared at me, looking as if he were about to cry too. "It's too early to say for sure, but if I have to say one or the other, I'd say no." He said letting his hair fall in his eyes.
Feeling bad, I reached up and made him look at me. "Don't be sad Ralph. I'm sorry I brought it up." My sapphire eyes looked in to emerald ones. "I just want you to be happy, but I guess I'm not doing a very good job tonight am I?"
Ralph shook his head. "You were doing great before you started drinking." He brought his hands up to mine. "Why would you want me to be so happy when you're so miserable?"
My only response was to bring his face close to mine and kiss him. It was so new, but so familiar. Exciting, but safe. Ralph didn't respond to the kiss so I pulled away. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was him covering his mouth with his hand. His eyes were wide with shock and I knew I had fucked up.

I awoke the next morning with a skull spitting hangover. Sitting up, I groaned and held my head. A wave of confusion fell over me as I looked around my room. I noticed a few of my pillows were missing and so was a blanket. Then it hit me. Everything that happened last night came back to me like a boomerang. I had kissed Ralph and he did not kiss back. Dragging myself out of bed, I was prepared to be in an empty house.
To my surprise, Ralph was sitting on the couch, watching the weather. "Morning." He said quietly.
"Morning." I replied in a horse voice. "Why are you still here?" I regretted that question, because Ralph looked hurt. "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought you'd leave after last night." I said, my head still pounding.
"You were trashed. I couldn't just leave you like that alone." Good old loyal Ralph.
"Oh." Was all I could say.
"Let's just pretend last night didn't happen. You were drunk and upset. I don't blame you for the kiss." His face flushed at the memory and so did mine. "It was an accident and it's done with." Ralph said ending that discussion. There was a pause before he spoke again. "I made you some coffee to help your hangover." He said turning his attention back to the weather.
"Thanks." I whispered as I shuffled to the kitchen. The dishes from last night sat in the sink mocking me. I growled as I got a mug and poured myself some coffee. "Please cure me before Maurice comes home o' drink of the Gods." I prayed to what ever God would listen.
The front door slammed open. "Morning ladies!" Maurice yelled in to the apartment.
I slammed my head in to my arms that were now crossed on the counter. It was less painful than Maurice's voice at this point. I could hear muttering coming from the living room, but I could not find myself to care what was being said. That is until Maurice trotted in to the kitchen with me.
"So." He said in a low voice. "The great Merridew got himself hammered when Ralph was over." I groaned but he still continued. "And then he want and kissed him. I leave for the night and all the fun stuff happens." He looked over his shoulder at me. "What do you have to say for yourself young man?" Maurice asked mockingly.
"Can we do this when I don't have a monster headache and Ralph's gone?" I pleaded with my room-mate.
"Just so you know, I'm going to hold this over your head for as long as I can." He smirked.
He had just got here and he was already on my last nerve. "Don't forget I have dirt on you. I remember an incident involving you and Roger." I glared up at him, the smirk totally gone from his face. Checkmate!

A/N: Finally getting back in to the swig of writing again. Yay! :D Hope you enjoyed. Once again thanks to everyone who reviews! ^^ P.S. to katherine-E-kora, it's fine :) I know how things can get. No worries. ^.^