The Great Escape (an All Time Low fan fiction)

Vices

They say that when you die in your dreams, you die in real life, but when my eyes flew open, I was 100% positive that I was alive. I was also 100% sure that I wasn't at my house, I was in Nate's bed, and I had a hangover. I sat up, rubbing my head. 

Fuck hangovers. I threw the covers and ran into the bathroom, where the shower was running, and got sick into the toilet. "You okay?" Nate's voice came from the shower. 

"Nope," I admitted, my voice scratchy. "To be honest, I don't remember much of last night."

"What about your dreams? I think you were having a nightmare."

"Oh, yeah. I was kind of hoping that liquor would keep those away." Maybe I didn't drink enough. Maybe I need more. Or maybe I need something else. Or maybe I need something stronger. 

"I'll be out in, like, ten minutes. I can make you breakfast and coffee."

"I couldn't eat anything," I said, still leaning over the toilet. I felt like I'd be sick again any second. "Anyway, haven't I pissed your girlfriend off enough for a while?"

"I don't think she'll care."

I scoffed, which hurt my throat. "You act like you've never met your girlfriend."

"What are you saying?" 

"Remember when we went to the midnight screening of that movie a couple months ago, and she didn't talk to you for three days because she considered it cheating?"

I heard him laugh. "Yeah, you're probably right. Doesn't matter, though. How's she gonna find out?"

"Sometimes, I think she's psychic," I sighed, leaning back against the wall and flushing. "I should probably get going. Call me later and fill me on what I did last night."

"You really don't have to-"

"Oh, but I bet Jess would disagree. I'm saving your relationship. Thanks for letting me crash here." I stood up slowly, trying to keep my throbbing headache to a minimum. "If you don't mind, though, can you point me to my clothes?"

 "I laid them out in the living room."

"Okay, thanks."

"Liz-" he started. but I ran out of the bathroom, eager to get somewhere else. I didn't want to explain all of the reasons I'd resorted to breaking the law and the rules of my probation. I didn't want to tell him all of the reasons for the lowest moment since he'd known me. I just wanted to get back to my bed and maybe sleep for another couple days. 

But the dreams. Those, I didn't want. I went into the living room, seeing all of my clothes on the floor. I took off the shirt he'd lent me and shuffled back into all of my items. They were stiff and awkward from what I could guess was rain. What had happened last night?

I went through all of my pockets, not finding my keys, so I looked in the junk drawer in the kitchen, where he normally puts them when I'm pissed drunk. They weren't there either. I sneaked back into his room while I heard the shower turning off. I didn't want to give him another chance to try and coax me into staying for breakfast. 

I quickly looked through his drawers, and they weren't there, but his clothes from yesterday were on the floor near his closet. If he took my keys from me last night and I turned into some kind of nuisance- which if very possible- he probably has them in his pockets. And I was right. I dug them out of the back pocket of his jeans. 

I nearly ran into him on the way out of his room. He grabbed my wrist, careful to keep one hand on the towel around his waist. "Liz, honestly, I have stuff for breakfast. It really doesn't matter about Jess. I can wash your clothes to get the smell of rain and shit out. Really, just hang out with me for a while."