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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 2, 2007 2:11:28 GMT -5
Gavin managed to get the spare key to his house from under the welcome mat with some difficulty, do to the unconscious boy he was holding up, and unlocked the door. As quietly as he could manage, he entered the house and shut the door behind him. Reaching the stairs, he lifted Will up a bit more so he didn't drag him up and make a lot of noise. Finally he managed to reach his room. Once there, he dropped the basically dead weight of his unconscious friend onto the bed and turned him onto his side, so that if he vomited he wouldn't choke. Thinking of vomit, he also decided a trash bin by the bed wouldn't hurt, so he got that too. He then stood there for a moment, not entirely sure what to do with himself. He didn't want to go sleep on the couch, because he felt like he should be in there, to keep an eye on him. He took one of the blankets off the foot of the bed and a pillow, before seating himself on the floor. Not tired enough to sleep for himself yet, he decided to keep an eye on Will until he really needed to sleep.
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Post by William&Lili&Ryan™ on Aug 2, 2007 2:21:55 GMT -5
Will woke with a sudden start, not realizing where he was. His last memory was blackness. That was all. Just, fading into black. He figured that meant he must have passed out. He'd been pretty drunk, hadn't he? God, he'd been really drunk. And, he could still feel a tiny bit of the effects at the time being. He opened eyes halfway so that he could look around the room. As his eyes glanced around it, they settled back upon Gavin. He remembered Gavin. He remembered that Gavin had basically saved him last night. Will looked down, and realized he was in a bed. It had to be Gavin's because he was on the floor, wide awake, and looking at him. Will brought his eye back to rest on Gavin, but before he could say anything, he felt that wave of nausea hit him once more. He turned to the side of the bed, remembering that he'd spotted a trash can there, and emptied every last bit of hist stomach's leftover contents. God, did he feel sick. At the moment, he wished he could remember what had happened that night, but he was pretty sure he'd have to have Gavin fill him in on that part. Later, though, when his head wasn't bent over a trash can.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 2, 2007 2:29:59 GMT -5
Gavin was all set to try talking to Will when he opened his eyes, but that plan pretty much went out the window when the poor guy almost immediately started to throw up in the trash can. He sighed and got to his feet, walking over to his bed and sitting next to him. Once again he got Will's hair out of the way. "You'll feel better when its out. Just let it all out." He mumbled in what he hoped was a comforting manner. When William had woken, he had been on the verge of lying down and going to sleep. Now he was exhausted and not even fully awake. After a moment, he used the hand that wasn't holding his hair to rub his back slightly.
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Post by William&Lili&Ryan™ on Aug 2, 2007 9:01:14 GMT -5
For once in what seemed like a very long time, Will could hear a voice clearly. It had the same pitch and sound as the roar, so it must have been Gavin talking to him only a little while before. Well, obviously it had been because he was now in Gavin's room, he stick like limbs taking up Gavin's bed. "I don't think there's anything left to get out," Will told him horsely, yet an obvious shame was filling his voice. As far as his mind went at the moment, there was still a lot that wasn't making total sense to him, and a lot of things that were particularly hard to look at because they would ensue to making him dizzy once more. But, he wasn't going to throw up this time. He had literally dumped everything inside his stomach out at that point. And even if his mind was still quiet muddled, he knew that Gavin had taken the initiative to get him somewhere safely, even if that meant lending his own bed. And Gavin was being so helpful, making Will feel at the worse. "God, Gavin," he added, still in that horse whisper of his,"Shit, I'm Sorry," he said, closing his eyes. He didn't want to move from over the side of the bed, in case he had 'anything' on his face that could possibly get on the comforter. That would be just testing the limits of what he could do to Gavin.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 2, 2007 19:23:26 GMT -5
Giving a slight sigh, Gavin got to his feet with a grunt and headed to the hallway. He returned a few minutes later with a towel and a glass of water, he held the towel out to him, then offered the water a moment later. "I definitely wouldn't drink it, but I know from experience that it can really help to gargle. Kinda washes the bad taste out of your mouth." He advised. "And really don't apologize. You drank too much. And I did what any decent human being would do. I mean, I would have brought you back to wherever you live, but you couldn't seem to understand that I was even asking where that was, let alone have told me how to get there." He shrugged slightly. "So I did the next thing that came to mind." Sitting back down on the bed, he looked William over and frowned. The poor guy looked like shit, and Gavin could guess that he really wasn't going to feel much better in the morning.
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Post by William&Lili&Ryan™ on Aug 2, 2007 19:38:25 GMT -5
Will gratefully took the towel from him, wiping the remains that hadn't made it into the trash can from his face. He kept it in his hand, and nodded once softly before taking the glass of water. He did as Gavin advised and gargled it, before spitting it make in. The taste in his mouth was already much better, but that was about the only thing. The rest of him pretty much felt like crap. He winced as he moved so that he could lie with his head on the bed, rather than over the side. At the moment, he felt like sleeping, but didn't know if his body was going to allow him to, even if every part of him felt sore. Will couldn't help but smile a little bit as Gavin told him just how drunk he'd been. He felt stupid, and somewhat selfish for making Gavin take care of hum, but he really hadn't expected to get that drunk. He had never before, why now? Will sighed, "Well, thank you. A lot," he said quietly. Damn Gavin for being cute and kind. Too bad he obviously wasn't interested in guys. They never were. Will let his eyes scan the room again, and remembered where Gavin was sleeping on the floor. He tried to sit up, but became immensely dizzy and went straight back to lying down. "I'd let you have your bed, but I can't really move," Will told him apologetically.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 2, 2007 19:54:48 GMT -5
"Well thats okay because I would've made you keep the bed even if you had managed to get up." Gavin informed him. Still sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at him for a moment. "Do you feel any better? Or do you feel just as shitty as you look like you do?" He questioned after a short moment. He knew when morning came, they would both be hungover, but he also knew that William would be much, much worse. And the weird thing was, he didn't know why he was being SO nice. He would obviously never have just left William at the bar, but he probably would have normally given him the floor and a trash bin to throw up into, and let him learn his lesson. For some reason, Gavin just couldn't do that to him though. He felt a strange need to make him feel better and comfort him.
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Post by William&Lili&Ryan™ on Aug 2, 2007 20:06:52 GMT -5
He gave him another grateful smile. He was actually expecting him to say to stop being such a pansy and to get his ass up. Not because he thought Gavin was that type of person, but because that was what most people would say if they ad been put in Gavin's situation. He was more than appreciative than Gavin at that point, and probably try to make it up to him for the rest of his life. As Gavin made the comment about him looking like shit, Will pouted and he looked at him. Although, he knew he obviously looked like crap. He didn't particularly ever like looking like that, but it was inevitable when you were as drunk as he had gotten. "Well thanks a lot," he said sarcastically. "But, I'm guessing that I feel worse than I look. But, I don't exactly know what I look like at this point," Will trailed off at the end, closing his eyes. Yeah, he pretty much felt like shit as well. Maybe a little bit better than earlier. "Nowhere close to feeling good," he mumbled now, his eyes still shut tight.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 2, 2007 20:28:33 GMT -5
"Yeah you probably do feel worse than you look. I mean you don't look like shit. You just look like you feel like shit." Gavin explained with a slight smile. At William's pout he laughed. He must have been feeling a little bit better, if he was able to joke around, even if sarcasm isn't exactly that much of a joke. Besides, he had to admit, he liked the guy's pout. Wait. He didn't just think that. Now he didn't even have alcohol as an excuse. Thinking fast, he decided that it must just be that he was completely insane. His first reaction to this insanity, was to get away from the cause. He got up quickly. "Um look, I think I'm gonna go sleep on the couch. If you need anything you can come get me the living room is just right down the stairs, and the stairs are right outside of this room." He spoke quickly, obviously trying to hide the edge of panic in his voice. What in the world was wrong with him?
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Post by William&Lili&Ryan™ on Aug 2, 2007 20:42:54 GMT -5
Will smiled lethargically behind his closed eyes at Gavin laughing. Tiredness was washing upon him quickly, and he knew sleep would be coming soon. He was pretty sure that he would never, ever drink that much again. Nothing was good after it. Well...parts of it were. Heh. Will rubbed his eyes, until he heard Gavin's suddenly quick talking. There was something off about his voice, something that definitely hadn't been there before. What had brought this sudden need to get out of the room and the panic in his voice? Will tilted his head from his position on the bed, looking at him curiously. He wasn't really in the mood to think anything at the moment, so he nodded and closed his eyes. "Thanks again, Gavin," he said quietly. Those directions weren't hard to follow, thankfully. It was good that he didn't have a big house or Will probably would have gotten himself lost. He tended to do that.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 2, 2007 20:53:25 GMT -5
Giving a relieved sigh when he got out of the room, Gavin grabbed a blanked from the hall closet and headed down the stairs, before plopping down on the couch. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling, wondering what the hell was going wrong with his head. He had found another guy attractive that night, not once, but twice. Maybe he had been slipped something. Maybe the bartender had given him something for a laugh, and that was why this was happening. He didn't really know, all he knew was that it was probably a good idea to distance himself from William. He could always make new friends, and being around him gave him an extremely uncomfortable feeling. He sighed and rolled onto his side. Much as he denied it, some small part of his mind had to admit, that uncomfortable feeling really wasn't all that bad.
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Post by William&Lili&Ryan™ on Aug 2, 2007 21:05:21 GMT -5
As sleep began to consume him, making him fall farther and farther, but in a good way this time, a loto f thoughts were going through his head. It wouldn't be what you'd expect for a person who's just spent much of the night partially, mostly, or completely drunk. But being on the verge of sleep made you relax, and for Will, that meant it made it easier to think. Will rolled on his side again but then remembered the jacket he was wearing. It definitely wouldn't be the most comfortable thing to sleep in. Quickly, without having to lean up much, he took it off, but put it beside him on the bed. Now he could think, and sleep. So, what exactly had been up with Gavin? AT first he was being friendly, perfectly friendly, and then he sort of just freaked. No matter how much Will thought about it, he couldn't figure the reason for it. So, giving up, he began counting backward, soon falling into a deep sleep.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 2, 2007 21:14:06 GMT -5
Gavin had managed to fall asleep after a few minutes, not because his mind wasn't occupied, but simply because he was just so damn exhausted that he managed to fall asleep despite his racing mind. When he awoke, he was actually pleased to find that his head was filled with pain rather than thoughts. He got up and headed to the kitchen, swallowing a few Advil capsules with a glass of orange juice. He downed the full glass in order to help rehydrate himself, then ate a bowl of cereal. Having already eaten, dealt with his headache, and had something to drink, he found he no longer had an excuse to not go check on William. After all, he knew he should. The poor guy probably had a headache that was about a million times worse than his. Sighing slightly, he got another glass of juice and the bottle of Advil before heading up the stairs and slipping into his room to see if he was awake.
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Post by William&Lili&Ryan™ on Aug 2, 2007 21:26:58 GMT -5
Will was awoken by the clink of something coming from below him. It sounded like someone was in a kitchen, but there wasn't a kitchen in his dorm. Then, suddenly everything came back to him. The bar, getting drunk, throwing up, and sleeping on his new found friend's bed. And once all these thoughts were sorted, then came the searing headache. It was pounding like nothing he'd ever felt before. Sure, he'd had hangovers a few times, but never to this extent. It was awful, at that point, he kind of wished he was dead. Well, that was very drastic, so not dead. But, the pain in his head was nearly unbearable. Will put his hand on either side of his head and began to rum his temples, it wasn't working. He tried to open his eyes. Well that wasn't such a brilliant idea. The sun streaming into the small room just about killed his head. He was surprised that it didn't explode. Damn, this sucked. Will winced, but pulled the pillow out from under his head, covering his face with it. Maybe it would help. As soon as he had done this, he heard someone enter the room. He assumed it was Gavin, so he made a loud muffled noise from under the pillow. He didn't really want to take it off of his face, and he really didn't want to open his eyes again.
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Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Aug 2, 2007 21:33:38 GMT -5
Gavin bit back a smile at the sight that awaited him when he opened the door. A laugh managed to escape and he set down the drink and bottle of pills on the bedside table, before walking over to the window and closing the shutters. "There. I killed the light. It's safe to free your face." He informed William, before heading back over to him. "And you might want to do so. I brought you Advil. That will do much more help to your headache than suffocating yourself with my pillow will." He gave another slight laugh and pulled the pillow away from his face. The bad feeling was back again, but he ignored it. He had come to the decision that he wasn't going to ruin what could turn into a great friendship just because of some drunken thoughts he'd had. Yeah, he was in denial. But he wasn't going to admit that some of those thoughts were still there, even in his sober mind.
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