Tipsy

I walk out of the restaurant and into my car but I can't seem to make out how to drive. I rest my head on the steering wheel. I'm not okay. I need a distraction. I cannot be thinking about Vince right now. Why is it still hurting me so much? I didn't deserve to be treated like this, I feel my eyes start to tear up but I forcibly hold the tears in and take in small amounts of breaths. I finally manage to start my engine and get my car to start moving, I guess I'm driving. I wish Kyle was here, he always knows what to say, even if he doesn't know what to say, being with him makes everything better I just need to be with someone right now. The car comes to a halt. I look around the somewhat familiar environment and realize I'm in the wrong neighborhood. I can't believe this. I drove to the front of Kyle's house. My subconscious must have taken over the wheel. Well, I'm here already, might as well say hi. I walk out of the car and go to knock on his apartment door, he opens it after a few seconds.

His eyes show a glimpse of shock at my presence, slowly his eyes search my face, and realization sets into his big weird but beautiful amber eyes.

"Did something happen?" 

"Yes,"  I immediately wrap my hands around him and bury my head in the croon of his neck. His hands move slowly back and forth across my back. If only Vince was the one hugging me like this and being there for me, I'd be okay but he isn't. Why don't I ever get to date a guy like Kyle, they all break my heart? Why would he leave without me and without a word? What did I do to deserve this type of treatment? The stupid tears threaten to fall again and this time I let them, there's something about this hug that makes me want to pour my heart out and maybe empty my soul, if I'm dead then no one can break my heart anymore. Ha, don't worry I'm not suicidal at least not yet.

Slowly Kyle releases me from the longest hug I've ever had, he notices my tear-stained face and invites me into the house. I take a sit on his rug and rest my head on his table, not that there's anything wrong with his chairs but the ground just looks so clean and comfortable. I look up from the table as he sits opposite me on the floor.

"I'm sorry I came without a word"

"It's okay, you're always welcome here" 

"Thanks"

He folds his hands on the table and rests his head on them

"So what's up?"

I smile weakly

"I just got back from a blind date"

"Is that what's making you sad?"

"Something like that"

His left eyebrow raises in query

"Did he?"

"No nothing happened. I left before I could even talk to him. My sister tricked me into going. But once I understood what was happening I just had to leave"

He raises his head and hit me with his understanding eyes

"You're not over Vince yet. Right?

"How can I be over him? Just three days ago I was on my way to meet up with him for a weekend together"

"I'm sorry" 

Talking about this is doing nothing but making me feel emotional. I want, no I need to talk about this maybe then I can get closure but to do that I need a drink

"Do you have anything strong?"

"Yeah" he stands up, goes inside for a few minutes, and comes back with a bottle of wine 

"Don't drink too much, remember we have work tomorrow and you're already on the boss's bad side" he says as he places it on the table with a glass.

I open up the bottle and fill up the glass.

"I remember," I say, taking a huge gulp, a surge of relaxation takes over my body, along with a warm cozy feeling. I refill my glass and drink it up at once.

"Easy, Arianna. You have to go to the office tomorrow"

Is this what being tipsy feels like?

"Vince said it was cute when I drank. Was that also a lie?" Tears start to well up in my eyes, there must be something in the wine that's making me extra emotional. 

"No, no it's cute but you have a job to keep so I think that's enough" He stretches his hand to the bottle and attempts to pull it out of my grasp but I hold onto it tightly and he stands no chance so he lets go.

I pour another glass and drink it up, my eyes get a little blurry and I start to feel extremely sad.

"What is wrong with me?" I ask taking in another glass

he scooches close to me and pats my head.

"Nothing is wrong with you"

"All my relationships always end horribly, and the constant factor in all of them is me which can only mean that I have a problem. Kyle, what's the problem with me?"

"Nothing. You're perfectly fine just the way you are, the only problem lies with the guys you date. You haven't met the right guy, that's all" he says as he gently takes his hand of my head and once again tries to collect the bottle from me, I yank it away from him and hug it tight.

"What if I never meet the right person?"

"Trust me you will. I think that's enough alcohol for this night"

I ignore his comment on my drinking.

"Thank you, Kyle, I don't know what I'd do without you"

"For starters, you'd get uncontrollably drunk" He stands up from his position and walks towards me, his hands move quickly, and soon he is dragging the bottle away from me.

"Please let me have one more glass" I beg as I notice he has a chance of getting it away from me

"No you've had enough" He exerts a force on his grasp and attempts to pull it out at once, I counterattack the move and he ends up falling.