Why would he love me?

What's so funny about sex?

Andrew

"I'm sorry Meg, but I've got to go."

She looks at me confused.

"It's Gare. He's pretty sick and he needs me tonight."

I hurriedly do up my buttons again, avoiding eye contact. I know she's pouting. Unhappy with me. Who can blame her?

"It just seems like everything is about Garrett. Not me."

I look down, avoiding eye contact. I'm a lousy boyfriend and a shit friend.

"You know what, it's ok. We spent the whole evening together yesterday. Go see him, give him a hug from me."

I finally look up, smiling.

"What did I do, to deserve you?"

I grab my jacket, giving her a quick kiss.

"I'll text you," I shout over my shoulder.

"Shouldn't you tell Shane you're coming round."

He knows. I'm sure he already knows that I'd drop everything. I race to my car, no hesitation.

Garrett

I throw up in the bowl. Credit to Shane. He tries to not look too disgusted. Ry and Morgan keep their distance. Occasionally, they shout upstairs asking how I am. I don't blame them, to be honest. Shane's amazing for putting up with this. I try to tell him this but he waves it off.

"I'm just doing what any friend would do."

I try protesting but he just ignores me. As he leaves, I clutch my stomach. I really don't feel good. Gripping the sides of the bowl, I focus on not throwing up. Doesn't work.

Shane walks into to find me in tears. He rushes over ignoring the fresh smell of vomit.

"Hey, it's ok." He rubs my back in a soothing motion.

"Why, are you being so nice?"

He looks at me curiously.

"Cause, I love you Gare and obviously not like that anymore but you still mean the world to me."

I smile at him. Aw Shane.

"Oh, by the way, Andrew's coming."

My smile vanished as soon as it came.

Did

He

Just

Say

Andrew

Was

Coming?

No, hell no. Please no. He can't see me like this. My hair's messy, I'm in crumpled clothes and I reek of vomit. And I'm also a little high.

"I thought you'd be happy."

"No, I am."

I try to sound genuine.

"Guess that's him," Shane says cheerfully leaving the room.

Andrew

I hope he's ok. I got here as fast as possible. I think I broke about 10-speed limits on the way.

Shane flings open the door.

"Hey, thanks for coming. Ry and Morgan are being little bitches and went to bed."

"You can go to bed too Shane."

Noticing how tired he looks.

"I can look after him."