Reversed Attachment

Chapter 3: Confusing Feelings

Sleeping peacefully on the sofa, Betelgeuse was laying on his stomach with his hands and feet stretched over the arms of the sofa. He groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit his face and the annoying ringing of his phone jerked him out of his waking up trance. Picking up his phone, he checked who was calling him. Lydia.

"H-hello?" He muttered, exhausted.

"Hey Beej. Where are you?" Lydia asked.

"I went out. You must've just missed me." Betelgeuse quickly made up a lie.

"Well, I've been in the living room for an hour now and haven't seen you." She responded, thinking she caught him.

"God. I've been out for that long?" He asked, going along with the lie.

"Where are you?" Lydia asked a second time.

"I decided to go for a walk. Just an excuse to get outside I guess." He answered.

"Ah okay. So long as you're safe that's all I can ask. See you later."

"Yeah, see you." He hung up and placed his phone back on the floor and slowly began to sit up. He put his hand to his head which was throbbing. He eventually brought himself to get off the sofa and got his shoes on. "Hey." He heard from behind him. "Oh, hey Adam. I was just thinking that maybe it's best if I go now. Thanks very much for letting me stay!" Betelgeuse smiled.

"Well, goodbye, Beej. Thanks very much for coming." Adam said in response before gipping.

"You feeling alright?" Betelgeuse asked, concerned.

"Hangovers are the worst. I was so drunk last night." Adam complained.

"You were a little. You had to go to bed."

"Apart from that I literally cannot remember a single thing that happened. It goes straight from sitting round the table eating, to puking this morning." Betelgeuse watched Adam's face grow from one of fatigue to concern.

"My God. Did we?" He asked.

"Well, sort of." Betelgeuse looked away, unsure what to say.

"Did we kiss?"

"Yes, but we were both drunk."

"My God! That is so funny. Isn't that funny?" Adam giggled.

"A bit." The youngest shrugged.

"God, I'm so bad when I'm drunk." Adam put his hand on his head.

"Bad?" Betelgeuse asked.

"No, no, not in that way. Not that you're not, like." Adam frantically tried to explain.

"My God, I'm digging myself a hole here. Change the subject, Adam. I'm gonna go and get some breakfast and I'll er. I'll catch up with you in a bit, okay?" Adam said.

"Yeah, see you later." Betelgeuse said before leaving the apartment and getting into his car. Once he got back home, he parked his car and locked it before sprinting up the stairs to his shared apartment.

"Well, well. Just what time do you call this, mister?" Barbara asked.

"Sorry. My phone died." Betelgeuse said as he sat on the sofa. As soon as he did, both Lydia and Barbara got up and stood over him, loving his terrified face. He looked very submissive.

"Well, it seemed to be alive when I called you 25 minutes ago." Lydia crossed her arms.

"Yeah, it died on the way home. Look." Betelgeuse pulled out his phone, which he secretly powered down, and pressed the power on button to demonstrate.