Author's Note: In case you haven't noticed, nearly every fic I've got was unplanned. I'd start out with one thing and end up somewhere completely different and I have no clue as to how I got there. I don't know yet how this will end, or if there will be twists, or anything. It just works for me to simply put pen to paper and see what I get. This time, I got this. I like it, I've always loved fics written from the 'you' pov, but I've never tried it before. I just hope you can figure out who's the 'you' in either section. Let me know if I've failed completely, or only partially! :)

It's the first time he drinks, the first time he gets drunk, you can't blame him. You've done this before, and you know what could happen, it's not as if you make good decisions when you're sober. It doesn't matter, it's just one of the things, and you're all set to pretend it never happened just like anything else, it's not the first time you're picking your clothes up off the floor in the morning.

Although it is the first time you're not doing it alone (don't ask) and it is the first time you're sore. Odd surprise, that, but whatever.

The bad surprise? That apparently it's weird you're leaving. Like, what, you're supposed to stay and cuddle? Since when have you seemed like that type? You ask him this, and he's got no answer, except a disappointed look. Shit, there it is, he thought this meant something.

Awkward.

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It's the first time you drink, the first time you get drunk, the blame isn't yours. At least, you don't think it is, this has her signature all over it. It wasn't even your idea to get drunk. (Really, when you think about it, it amazes you how many things aren't your idea.) You probably should have expected this, though, planned for it (that's what you do), she never said she made good decisions, and history repeats itself.

But you've seen her passed out on Carly's couch, and you've seen her fall asleep in a RV with everyone being loud and a hot dog in her mouth, so it's a surprise when she's awake before you and looks like she's about to do the walk of shame. (Yes, you know what that means, you're not completely ignorant about what normal college students do. You've just never done it - before, now, you guess, you have - and you didn't think about her doing it, but of course she does.)

Dammit, you do not mean to ask where she's going. Probably you don't want to know, and no, of course you didn't expect her to stay and cuddle, you're not stupid, you're just curious. What the hell is she talking about, you look disappointed? You probably collected enough scars last night, and you didn't ask for this. (You don't want this.)

Did you? (Do you?)