Drunken Calls
Part 2
Synopsis: accidentally confessing while laughing
Warnings: drinking mentioned, barely any cussing, mostly pure fluff/ maybe angst?
a/n: I don’t have any original ideas, that i want share 😏, so i have stolen this prompt from @mangocherri , thank you love for the inspo! And if I completely butchered it and you want me to take this down, I so will, don’t even worry about it. enjoy, we’ll at least try to 🥸
It’s Saturday night? morning? you don’t even know at this point anymore. Your best friend Sierra took you out that night to celebrate your doctorate’s degree in Psychology.
You’re not much of a party girl on your own, but when with the right people, you never want to sleep. And that is exactly what you’re experiencing in the present, only now, you’re sipping on some fruit drink, the taste of alcohol no longer prevalent because of how much you’ve consumed that night already.
You’ve all gathered at your house for the after party, you called it, which was really your smart sober part of your brain, long gone now, trying to keep everyone from driving home. With the night still young , it’s 2 am, you’re talking up a storm, just really spilling the beans on every secret you’ve ever had, including your crush on your sister’s boyfriend.
Everyone having already sobered up and drinking water gasp, granted it’s only 4 people, including yourself, but the gasp sounded otherworldly to your intoxicated brain.
Not fully understanding what you had just admitted to, you yawn saying you’re gonna “hit the hay,” you wink, for literally no reason at all, and stumble your way to your bedroom, tripping over air at least 27 million times.
You reach your room and plop down on your bed face down, completely ready to just fall asleep like that until your phone, which you had forgotten about, starts to ring loudly. You groan, begrudgingly getting up to answer it.
“hEllor?” You slur out, reaching for a bottle of water half drunken on your night stand, in hopes of quenching your thirst.
“Hey, y/n, wait are you drunk?” The unknown person says.
“No, this is Patrick,” You laugh, dying at your joke, slapping your knee for extra effect. You set the phone face up on your bed, pressing the speaker button.
“Well I guess that answers that, there’s no way sober you would such an awful joke.” The person on the other line giggles.
“Heyy, watch it mister whoever you are. I can and will kick your ass. You know I know karate?”
“Oh really?” Mystery man asks.
“Yep, my best friend Harry taught me once. Do you know Harry?”
“Yeah, I’d say I know him pretty well, he’s kind of a goof isn’t he?” The man questions.
You laugh out loud at that, responding in between laughter.
“Yeah he’s a goof, but that’s why i love him. He’s unapologetically himself no matter the situation. You know sometimes I think I relate to the Schuyler sisters more than I’d like to.” The man on the other line takes in a sharp breath, before moving around asking shakily,
“why is that?”
“Because sometimes I wish I had been satisfied and never introduced him to my little sister, oh well, at least i still have him in life. Maybe I’ll meet a rich man like Angelica and move across the sea only seeing them on major holidays and vacations! Yeahhh, that’d be ideal.” You sigh at the end, it quickly turning into a yawn, after hearing no noise coming for the other end you assume the man has gone to sleep, so you bid your goodbyes, hanging up the phone and going to sleep.
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The Next Morning~
You wake up in the morning with a sticky taped your head- it reads
“Hey girl, we all left as soon as Harry arrived, don’t worry we called ubers just in case. Had fun last night, also about that little secret, it’s safe with us little miss doctor, Love you and can’t wait to do this again!”
You laugh, throwing the sticky note on your bedside table, sitting up straight only to be hit with a ton of bricks to your mental. Memories from the night before come flooding back as well as the mention of Harry being in your house, recalled from the sticky note. Getting up, warily, you make your way to the shower and get ready for the day, you put on pajamas.
Hoping that you’d taken long enough in the bathroom for Harry to have left, you make your way downstairs, only to be met with a nervous smiling Harry eating pancakes and fruit at your table.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked with a worried look.
You look back at him embarrassed, but answer
“oh, i’m okay, just a little tired, and my head’s hurting, but i already took some medicine.”
“Do you, um- do you remember anything from last night?” He looks down at his plate.
You know with your own plate sitting across from him at the table.
“Uh yeah, all of it actually, in fact, this is so funny really, just as I was about to go to sleep some guy, i think, called me, but i never read his contact name so i had no clue who it was, plus the alcohol kind of distorted their voice so i couldn’t tell, anyways, I had a whole conversation with him.” You laugh as you recall the memory, giggling a little at end at yourself for being so silly as a drunk.
“What did you guys talk about?” Harry asked, his eyes now glued to the sink faucet.
“Oh nothing much, talked about karate and just spilled my deepest darkest secrets to him. Are you okay?” You look at him worried.
“Um, yeah. Why do you ask?” Him still not looking at you.
“Because you haven’t made eye contact with me since I walked in, and even then, it was only for a moment. What’s going on?” He looks up you and then back down at the floor, as if pondering what to say next.
“I love you too. I always have, honestly if I’m being completely transparent, I think that’s why I started dating your sister, I mean you guys are just so similar but so different in your own ways, but I just couldn’t learn to love the differences in her. And I know that sounds bad, but I cant ignore what i’ve been yearning to hear from you from the moment we met and not tell you how i’m feeling.” He takes a breath at the end.
You stare at him, trying to comprehend his words, trying to understand where he could have gotten this from, and the only thing that comes to mind is-
“It was you… you were on the phone last night. Weren’t you?” He nods. You stand up, almost knocking your chair over before backing up into a corner.
“y/n we can go somewhere, just us, a date. It doesn’t have to be weird love promise. I already talked to your sister, she under-“
You interrupt him-
“Harry i can’t do that to my sister. If you love me like you say you do, you know that i can’t and will not. I was fine with being in love with you in secret. And you told her? Why would you do that, you were both so happy. Always smiling. I can’t, please. Leave.” He starts shaking his head getting up to approach you.
“Harry leave before I lose it. I can’t do this right now, or ever. Please.” He opens and closes his mouth, defeated he leaves.
You fall to the ground, cupping your face to hold back your sobs from being heard from outside your door, where you sure Harry is waiting for you to let him back in. But you can’t-
you won’t.
~fin~
thoughts on a part 2, i enjoyed writing the angst hehe
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2 and a half weeks until JC passes Cactus Jack!
It took me a little bit to figure out what you were referencing, but yes, Jimmy Carter will pass John Nance Garner as the longest-living President or Vice President in American history on September 18th. And if he is still with us on October 1st, Carter will be the first President or Vice President in American history to celebrate their 99th birthday.
And since I'm a huge dork who finds this stuff interesting, here's the big, complete list of longest-living to shortest-living Presidents and Vice Presidents in American history:
(Presidents are in bold text, Vice Presidents are in italics, and those who served as both POTUS and VP are in bold italics.)
John Nance Garner: 98 years, 351 days
Jimmy Carter: 98 years, 337 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
Levi P. Morton: 96 years, 0 days
George H.W. Bush: 94 years, 171 days
Gerald R. Ford: 93 years, 165 days
Ronald Reagan: 93 years, 120 days
Walter Mondale: 93 years, 81 days
John Adams: 90 years, 247 days
Herbert Hoover: 90 years, 71 days
Harry S. Truman: 88 years, 232 days
Charles G. Dawes: 85 years, 239 days
James Madison: 85 years, 104 days
Thomas Jefferson: 83 years, 82 days
Dick Cheney: 82 years, 216 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
Hannibal Hamlin: 81 years, 311 days
Richard Nixon: 81 years, 104 days
Joe Biden: 80 years, 287 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
John Quincy Adams: 80 years, 227 days
Aaron Burr: 80 years, 220 days
Martin Van Buren: 79 years, 231 days
Adlai E. Stevenson: 78 years, 234 days
Dwight D. Eisenhower: 78 years, 165 days
Alben W. Barkley: 78 years, 157 days
Andrew Jackson: 78 years, 85 days
Spiro Agnew: 77 years, 261 days
Donald Trump: 77 years, 81 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
George W. Bush: 77 years, 59 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
Henry A. Wallace: 77 years, 42 days
James Buchanan: 77 years, 39 days
Bill Clinton: 77 years, 15 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
Dan Quayle: 76 years, 211 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
Charles Curtis: 76 years, 14 days
Al Gore: 75 years, 156 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
Millard Fillmore: 74 years, 60 days
James Monroe: 73 years, 67 days
George Clinton: 72 years, 268 days
George M. Dallas: 72 years, 174 days
William Howard Taft: 72 years, 174 days
John Tyler: 71 years, 295 days
Grover Cleveland: 71 years, 98 days
Thomas R. Marshall: 71 years, 79 days
Nelson Rockefeller: 70 years, 202 days
Elbridge Gerry: 70 years, 129 days
Rutherford B. Hayes: 70 years, 105 days
Richard M. Johnson: 70 years, 33 days
William Henry Harrison: 68 years, 54 days
John C. Calhoun: 68 years, 13 days
William A. Wheeler: 67 years, 339 days
George Washington: 67 years, 295 days
Benjamin Harrison: 67 years, 205 days
Woodrow Wilson: 67 years, 36 days
William R. King: 67 years, 11 days
Hubert H. Humphrey: 66 years, 231 days
Andrew Johnson: 66 years, 214 days
Thomas A. Hendricks: 66 years, 79 days
Charles W. Fairbanks: 66 years, 24 days
Zachary Taylor: 65 years, 227 days
Franklin Pierce: 64 years, 319 days
Lyndon B. Johnson: 64 years, 148 days
Mike Pence: 64 years, 88 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
Henry Wilson: 63 years, 279 days
Ulysses S. Grant: 63 years, 87 days
Franklin D. Roosevelt: 63 years, 72 days
Barack Obama: 62 years, 30 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
Schuyler Colfax: 61 years, 296 days
Calvin Coolidge: 60 years, 185 days
Theodore Roosevelt: 60 years, 71 days
Kamala Harris: 58 years, 318 days (As of Sept. 3, 2023)
William McKinley: 58 years, 228 days
Warren G. Harding: 57 years, 273 days
Chester A. Arthur: 57 years, 44 days
James S. Sherman: 57 years, 6 days
Abraham Lincoln: 56 years, 62 days
Garret A. Hobart: 55 years, 171 days
John C. Breckinridge: 54 years, 116 days
James K. Polk: 53 years, 225 days
Daniel D. Tompkins: 50 years, 355 days
James Garfield: 49 years, 304 days
John F. Kennedy: 46 years, 177 days
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