Peanuts.

Where the fuck are my peanuts?

I groan looking around the huge space around me only to feel that huge gash of nausea again and rush as fast as i can to Kyle's bathroom, puking out the last chunk of vomit i have left in my system in the toilet with another exaggerated groan.

I wash my mouth by the sink and lean my head on the wall, sliding down to the ground flat on my ass with my eyes closed and one hand pressed to my temple with a worn out sigh. "I am never taking alcohol again!"

"I remember you saying that just a few months ago." His voice comes in cocky and arrogantly annoying and i turn to look at Kyle standing by the door with one arm leaning against it and a snarky smirk on his lips as he stares at me.

I narrow my eyes at him, practically shooting lasers and wanting nothing but to give him a good kick to the shin and maybe... 'no shut up!' 

"All of this is your fault you know!" 

"What? I didn't make you down two sluts like it's gummy bears did I?" His smirk doesn't falter, he just crosses both arms over his chest and takes a more comfortable stance by the door making me shake my head and get on my feet, walking right past him and into the bedroom to find my peanuts. They're my own aspirin and I'm in desperate need of them right now.

Before i get to walk away from him, he catches my hands so quickly and spins me around till I'm facing him directly and looking him in the eyes. My eyes widen as i stare at him and for a moment my heart beat picks up pace. 

There's an emotion in his eyes i can't understand when he says so very lightly "here", handing me a small pack of peanuts he just pulled out of his pocket not letting go of my arm. Very slowly i drag my eyes away from his and look down at the pack of snack in front of me.

"T-thank you." He smiles at me letting go of my hand and ruffling my hair before grinning and walking to the door.

"Alice is still passed out in the guest room I'll go make sure she's okay. Now you go take a shower and come down for breakfast, you reek."

I stared at his retreating form not moving a muscle. He seemed cool and collected but there was something bothering me and i badly wanted to know what was going on in his head. Last night was well... let's say, eventful. Very unexpected.

I don't even know what got over me... oh. Alcohol did and i ended up embarrassing myself by kissing my best friend. My mind travels back to the memory as i remember how softly his lips danced with mine, tasting of peach and cranberries with the harsh burn of alcohol. And if I'm being honest with myself... I liked it. A lot.

Groaning...again! I face palm myself and bump my head against the wall wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Grumpily ripping open my peanuts, i chew on them like they've upset me in some way and forcefully push the bathroom door open, slamming it behind me right after walking through.

After spending half an hour in the bathroom using Kyle's lavender soup to properly wash off, i spent another extra five minutes just combing and treating my hair then packing it into different styles until i was satisfied with the usual two puffs I think I'm getting fond of these days.

I smile to myself, satisfied with my look and squeeze in one of Kyles thick sweat shirts that stopped a little above mid-thighs since the whether was already getting a little chilly.

On stepping into the kitchen i'm surprised to see the woman standing opposite me in her white camisole and black suit pants as she works the cooker and hums silently to her favorite symphony that i recognize immediately. 

My face breaks into a wide grin as i run to her and scream "Caroline!"

She replicated my actions, turning around with her smile equally matching mine as she reduces the heat from the cooker and opens her arms wide, embracing me in the comfort of her warmth. I snuggle closer giggling along with her as she pats my head.

She smells of roses and a sweet tropical due, probably one of her alovera products.  I pull away, carefully taking in her features. Golden blond hair wrapped up roughly into a bun above her head with tattered strands scattered around her face, chocolate brown eyes staring down at me with so much affection it made my eyes water.

To say i am shocked is an understatement, but most of all, I'm extremely happy to see her. "Oh my god when did you get home? Kyle didn't tell me you were coming!"

"Earlier this morning, while you all were passed out in my living room and reeked of alcohol." I cringe at the thought. Her English accent dancing in my ears like a sweet melody.

"Not the welcome home surprise you expected then..." I mutter with my lips pursed but she simply smiles warmly at me and cups my face.

"You look gorgeous darling. Don't worry Kyle handled it just fine." 

It had been almost a year since I had last seen her. After everything that happened with mum, she had flown all the way from England the moment she got the news to help my mum get proper treatment. I remember how she held my hands in the hospital room, making me look into her glossy eyes as she tried to reassure me that everything was going to be okay even though it was not. She'd held me tightly to her and let me cry out all my pain on her shoulders at the loss of both a sister and a best friend.

Those times were tough, they still are... but she handled it just fine, that doesn't mean that i didn't see her when she drowned herself in red win and her salty tears in the balcony at night even when she tried to be strong for me and for Kyle. But then she had to fly back to England with her husband for some important business emergency leaving a broken me in the hands of her son knowing dearly that he would do a wonderful job in getting me back to myself.

And he did. Even though it took a really long time, even though i must admit that I'm not anywhere near healed, but it was better and it was all because of him.

At that thought, I draw my attention away from her and look around "where is he by the way?"

"Being a teenage boy." That is Alice speaking.

I turn to find Alice sitting on a slab stool at my left making me wonder how i hadn't noticed her earlier. Her platinum hair is packed up in a pony tail and like me she has on Kyle's black tee and boxer shorts, two of her manicured fingers gently pressed to the corners of her head as she groaned, dropping her head on the kitchen slab "I thought aspirin was meant to be a fast relief?"

She must have downed way too much booze last night.

"Okay, breakfast is ready." Caroline announces.

"I'll go up and get Kay." She nods at me as i make my way out of the kitchen and up to Kyle's room.

I can hear the loud music blaring from his speakers before i even get to his door. I don't know what makes me hesitate, but i hold the handle of the door for a few seconds before sighing and pushing it open.

Just as i expected, Kyle is bare chested and in nothing but his boxer breifs, lying on the floor with his hands and toes, doing multiple press ups while facing the ground and looking all focused with the sweat drizzling down his body. 

"You didn't tell me your mum was back." I say leaning my back on the door after shutting it behind me.

He pauses. Breathing a little heavier than normal and lies on his back flat on the ground, looking up at me. "Right. Skipped my mind sorry about that."

I nod, trailing my eyes down his toned body, from the sweat dripping down his neck to the deep v-line on his pelvis just a little above his breifs. "You should freshen up and come join us for breakfast."

"Neh... I think I'll pass on that." He doesn't look at me while saying that, only making me frown deeper.

"But Caroline just got home.." He shrugs paying less attention. Sighing lightly i push myself off the door and walk closer to him, scrunching down to his level on the ground. "What's wrong?"

He grins brightly at me with what sounds like a forced chuckle anyone could have mistaken for a real one "don't give me those worried eyes now Lexa, I'm good. Just trying to work more on my built." He winks "I heard college girls love a good muscle man."

"Can i ask you something?" I swallow.

"Sure." But he looks unsure even though i know he's trying to hide it. The corners of his lips twitch down a little as he  sits up right.

"About last night..."

"You mean the kiss?" I sucked in a deep breath, 'this is it, we're finally going to talk about this and maybe he will confirm my suspicions'.

"Yeah... that." My voice came out shallow and i subconsciously licked on my bottom lip refusing to meat his gaze. 

"Did i make you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, I..." 'I liked it'.

"I'm sorry Lex" he looked really remorseful speaking to me really seriously for the first time today with a deep crease between his brows and a sad look in his eyes "I guess the alcohol got to me more than i expected, and i actually can't believe i came unto you like that."

That was it, he's just confirmed it himself that it was a drunken kiss and washed all the little silly thoughts in my head that might have believed he had feelings for me. I'm so stupid to have even assumed that in the first place and now i don't know what to feel.

Relieved? Disappointed?

I'm not so sure about the latter but non of that really matters right now. "It's fine." I blinked "we were  both out of it anyway."