Chapter 42: Chapter 14 - That's creepy, dude (3)

A U T U M N

I lost track of how many ales I've drunk. I suddenly felt like my old sixteen years old self, the one who liked to party and got drunk. The girl who didn't give a fuck about anything and stayed up all night long outside partying because no one gave a fuck about her at home anyway.

If it wasn't because of Phraser telling me to stop drinking, I probably wouldn't until I passed out.

"Give me one more glass. Just one more. Please..." I gave him a pleading look.

He leaned forward, closing the gap between us. With eyes locked on mine and his face inches away from me, he whispered, "No."

Phraser paid the bills then stood beside my chair and held out his arm. "Come on." I jumped off the stool and nearly fell flat on the ground. His strong arms were quick enough to hold me and kept me steady. "Be careful."

"I can manage." A silly giggle came out of my mouth as I pushed his hands away. "I'm not a baby." Right after I said that I slipped again. My feet seemed to lose their ability to stand straight and I fully blamed the sawdust on the floor.

"You are a baby." Phraser put his arm around me while his other hand was holding my arm tightly as he led me to the front door.

It was getting harder to keep my eyes open. "But babies are cute." The nonsense started coming out of my mouth. "I want to be a baby."

He held me in one arm, wrapped me close to his side so I wouldn't fall while his hand tried to open the car door.

I was annoyed that he ignored me so I pulled his ear. "I want to be a baby!" I yelled at him.

"Fine, fine, you can be my baby." He managed to open the car door and carefully helped me get inside the car.

I realized that I wasn't behind the wheels so I held out my palm. "Give me the keys. I wanna drive."

"Ah, sure!" He bent down and kneeled beside me. He lifted my legs, which dangling at the door, and put them inside the car. "But you're a baby, remember? Baby can't drive." With that, he carefully closed the car door. I was about to open it again when he pressed the key he was holding and locked the car.

I watched him through narrowed eyes as he walked over to his side and unlocked the car before getting inside. "Why did you have to lock it?"

He reached out to me and fasten my seatbelt. "Call it crazy, but I knew you're gonna try to get out of the car and refuse to get in unless I allow you to drive." My jaw dropped by how close his prediction was to the truth. I was going to exactly do that.

I pout and looked over the window. "I want some music." He pressed some button on the steering wheel and soft music started to play. I frowned. "I want a happy birthday song."

He stole a glance at me. "Why? Is it your birthday today?"

I shook my head. "No."

I could hear him let out a deep sigh. "Then why do you want a birthday song?"

"Because I'm happy!" I answered a tad louder.

Phraser shook his head in disbelief. "No. You're drunk."

"I'm happy!" I insisted.

He chuckled. "Oh, yeah? Then why's that?"

"Because you're not being an ass and we're having a good time." I could hear him say something but my eyes were too tired to remain open.

* * *

"Hey, wake up." I heard someone whispered softly in my ear. "We're here. You should wake up." I felt my body being shaken.

"Steven, shut up and let me get back to sleep!" I pushed him away with one hand.

"Who's Steven?" I felt my body being shaken again but this time it was harder. "Wake up or I'll carry you upstairs and knock down your door."

I stretched my body and yawned. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, believe me, I'd be glad to. But I'm sure your boyfriend won't appreciate that."

I fought the heaviness on my eyelids and opened my eyes. Phraser's face filled in my vision and I immediately sat up. I looked around and realized I was still inside his car except that the car was no longer moving. "Where are we?"

"Just outside your building." His hand reached to the panel on the side of his door and pressed the unlock button. "You should go ahead. It's late."

Everything that happened today came back to me and I shook my head firmly. "No."

He frowned. "What do you mean by no?"

"I'm not going home. Not tonight." I covered my mouth as I yawned. I was mentally and physically exhausted.

Phraser let out an exasperated sigh. "Then where do you want to go?" asked him at last.

I stifled a yawn. "Not home." I could feel my eyes started to close and everything became so blurry until they were none.

* * *

"Okay, wake up. If you're not waking up, I'm going to carry you out of the car."

I blinked a few times until my eyes adjusted to the light. The car was parked and Phraser stood beside me with one hand holding the door.

"Where are we?" I stifled a yawn and got out of the car.

He closed the door and put one hand on my arm as if he was afraid I might fall again. "Don't you recognize the building? It's my home."

A small frown appeared on my face. "Why are we at your home?" The last thing I remembered was both of us drinking beer in the Irish pub called McSorley's.

He rolled his eyes. "I got you to your house but you refused to get in. Anyway, you can stay with me at the guest house."

"What? What do you mean—" I haven't finished my sentence as I heard a voice from the door.

It was a woman. "Phraser, is that you, darling?"

Phraser rubbed his face with one hand and cursed under his breath. "Oh, shit." He looked at me and quickly dragged me to the side of the driveway. "Quick! Hide behind the bush!"

I stared at him dumbfounded. "What?"

"Quick!" He dragged me behind the bushes and pushed me down.

He walked towards the porch, scratching his head nervously. "Yeah, it's me."

"Are you with someone? I thought I heard someone's voice," countered the woman. I couldn't make out her appearance since it was quite dark outside.

I saw Phraser shook his head innocently. "Nope. Just me. How's your day, gran?"

I put one hand over my mouth as I tried to stay quiet.

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