Emotions were a hard thing to handle and work with. You didn't want to let them control your life, but you didn't want to ignore them, having a middle ground with how you felt seemed an almost impossible thing to do. The stronger the emotion, the harder it seemed to find its place and how you should let it work. Love was one of the harder ones. You'd never felt love before so when it became part of your life, you seemed to lose your mind trying to figure out whether you deemed that a good or bad thing to feel.

With the pain that came with letting your mind race as you tried to find a way to make sense of how you felt, you turned your attention to the bottle, letting alcohol mute everything you felt. You had lost count of how much you had drunk by the time Carol came to find you. It hadn't been lost to her that you had been acting weird and now that she saw you the first time a little out of everything due to the alcohol, it only proved how peculiar you were really acting.

"What is going on with you?" She questioned.

You tipped your glass, swallowing the contents, letting it burn your throat before slamming the glass back onto the table.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you lied.

You had to be careful to not move to quickly due to how wobbly your head became as the alcohol began to take over you.

"You've not been acting like yourself recently," she frowned. "Have I done something to upset you? You've barely spoken to me recently and I don't know why. You know that you can tell me anything, I promise."

Even with the alcohol flowing through your veins, you felt the pang in your chest. You never wanted to hurt her or offend her but that seems to be what had happened in your attempt to quiet all of the thoughts that took over your head.

"You're going to think I'm a complete idiot if I tell you," you stated.

"No, I think you're a complete idiot for drowning yourself in booze," she frowned. "I said that you can tell me anything, and I meant that."

You let out a sigh, knowing that it was now or never to let your emotions do their thing and be honest about them.

"I literally think I'm in love with you and I don't know how to deal with it," you said before you could convince yourself otherwise.

A soft smile curled onto Carol's lips as she rested a hand on your shoulders.

"I definitely don't think you're an idiot for that," she smiled. "I think it'll be best if we talk about it when you're sober though."

You nodded your head, regretting your decisions. Knowing it was for the best, you let her take you up to bed, knowing you needed to sleep it off and hope that the hangover wouldn't be too bad in the morning.

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Written by Charlotte.

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