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I feel dead.
That's the first thing that Cassie thought when she woke up. Her eyes were still close, and she really didn't want to open them. When she finally did, she felt even worst that before.
Why on Earth did I drink that much?
She blinked several times before frowning and sitting up. That was not her bedroom at all. And she didn't take long to notice the reindeer's tinsel: Neymar's bedroom.
"Oh shit," she said when she remembered what had happened last night. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, why?"
She got up and tip toed out of the room. She heard noises from the kitchen and took a deep breath before stepping in the room.
"Hey, you okay? Did you sleep well?" Neymar asked when he saw her.
"Uh, yeah," she hesitated, not quite sure if it was the right answer to that question.
"Here, have a Doliprane for your headache," he gave her a pill with a glass of water, "I'm making waffles," he showed her the waffle iron, and she nodded.
"Thank you. I mean not particularly for the waffles, I mean I don't know if they are also for me—"
"Of course they are also for you," Neymar laughed, "I'm not gonna let you starve, even less when you're hangover."
"You don't have to do that," she shrugged, "I can just go home and—"
"Cassie. Don't be like that."
"Like what?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"Like trying to avoid me."
She closed her eyes.
"I shouldn't have called you. I'm sorry about that. Sober Cassie would never do that."
Neymar looked at her.
"What would Sober Cassie do?"
She smiled, lowering her head.
"Ignore you. Ignore you because she is mad."
"Okay," Neymar nodded, "fair enough. I mean, she has every right to be angry. But did Sober Cassie think of that thing, you know...talking to the person though this?"
"And why Sober Cassie should make the first move?"
"Because Neymar sent her flowers and chocolate already," Neymar stated, and Cassie shook her head.
"And Neymar thought that flowers and chocolate could solve everything? Sober Cassie really doesn't. Sober Cassie is waiting for him to stop chickening out and to face her."
"So, Sober Cassie would never make the first move, huh?"
"Yeah," Cassie said sternly, and Neymar smiled.
"But she was dying to on the inside. Otherwise, Drunk Cassie wouldn't have call Neymar."
Cassie bit her lip. Because he was obviously right. And it was annoying her.
"I'm sorry, Cassie. I...I suck. I just...I saw you with that guy, you seemed pretty close, and I felt dumb. Completely dumb. We had kissed and I...I am the one who kissed you each time, and I realized that you may have been dating him this whole time and I didn't even know if I was mad at you for not telling me about him or just mad at myself for thinking that it was more than pretending for my family's eyes. So I fucked things up, you were right, what I said was totally disrespectful but I didn't mean to say that. At all. I know that you're not like that and I'm really sorry."
"So what? I'm not allowed to speak to a guy that is not my boyfriend?"
"No, I just...you said 'love you' and..."
"And you jumped on conclusion," Cassie nodded, "why didn't you just ask me instead of doing that?"
"Because I get angry in approximately two seconds and then it is almost impossible to calm me down and I basically say things that I don't mean."
She sighed and took a step forward to hug him. He frowned, surprised, before hugging her back, smiling.
"I am still mad," she said, still in his arms, and he laughed.
"Who? Sober Cassie or Hangover Cassie?"
"Both. Which Cassie do you like more?"
"Drunk Cassie without a doubt."
"Are you kidding me? She's the worst, she keeps taking bad decisions like drinking too much and sitting in the stairs."
"What about calling Neymar?"
"I don't know about that decision yet."
Neymar smiled before taking her face into his hands and kissing her slowly. And she didn't need to think twice before kissing him back.
"Why is there a burning smell?" she broke the kiss, and they both look at the waffle iron at the same time.
"Oh shit," Neymar mumbled, looking at the two waffles inside that were more than burned.
Cassie burst out laughing, and Neymar followed her suit.
"Such a good cook, I'm impressed," she mocked.
"What can I say, you're a pretty good distraction."
"Stop flirting with me."
"I'm just getting started," he winked, and she rolled her eyes.
He was about to add something where they heard a knock at the door.
"Are you waiting for someone?" she panicked. "You should have told me, and wait, why am I here in the first place?"
"I am not waiting for anyone, and you only had your phone with you, no keys or anything."
"Fuck, my purse is still at Ro," she remembered. "Do you want me to hide?"
Neymar laughed.
"Just stay in the living room, okay? It's probably the mailman or something."
Cassie nodded and Neymar smiled before starting to walk, but she caught his hand.
"Wait," she said, and he turned around quickly, not letting her time to regret her action. She locked her eyes to his before standing on tip-toe to kiss him. "I did kiss you this time," she said and left the room.
________ IstG every time i write "Neymar laughed" I can hear his laugh in my head bye
