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Part 1 Recap
Family vacations are never relaxing. By the end of it, I need a vacation from my vacation. After yet another family vacation fight, I ran off and hid at the pool. While I was there, I ran into a guy my age. He was cute, funny, smart, and turned out to be the actor, Joe Keery. Sadly, my sister dragged me back for family fun. Before I left, Joe snuck me a cocktail napkin with his number on it.
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It's been a month since our disastrous family vacation. I guess it wasn't super disastrous. I haven't been able to stop thinking about Joe. Before my sister told me, I never would've guessed he was a famous actor. He seemed so. . . normal.
I still have that cocktail napkin he wrote his cute little message and his number on. I see it almost every day and yet I haven't called him yet.
Life has only gotten worse since the family vacation. Work has gotten busier so I get home really late. I then wake up a few hours later and do it all over again.
Tonight, my last client canceled (they decided to go to marriage counseling instead of getting a divorce) so I decided to go get some wings and a lot of beer at the nearest bar.
Two plates of wings, one gallon of beer, and drinks I lost count of later, I called a cab to drive me home. When I walked into my apartment, I could barely unlock the door. I giggled as I continued to struggle as I shook my shoe off. I gasped when one flung down the hallway.
"Opps," I giggled.
I stumbled my way down the hallway, almost tripping on the shoe I already forgot was there. It was a miracle that I was able to change out of my work clothes and slip into a comfortable pair of leggings and an oversized flannel.
I was about to go pick a cartoon to watch until I fell asleep, but I saw the napkin on my desk. I chewed on my bottom lip for .5 seconds before grabbing the napkin. It took me a couple of minutes before finally finding my phone.
"Hello?"
"You shouldn't answer the phone for a number you don't recognize," I drunkenly slurred.
"I guess I shouldn't," he laughed.
"This is Y/N, by the way. We met that one night at the pool."
"I remember," he teased.
"Aww," I cooed. "That's so sweet. What are you doing right now?"
"I'm just leaving work. Why?"
"You should come over."
"Are you sure?" He asked slowly.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "I'm bored and haven't been near anyone who isn't yelling at their spouse, arguing over the custody of children, or wanting answers to things I warned them about. I'm lonely, Joey."
"Y/N," he hesitated.
"I'm not lonely and want you to come over because of that," I giggled. I sighed before saying, "I just don't want to be alone. Again."
He did say anything. It was probably only a few seconds but my drunk brain made it feel like years.
"Text me the address."
* * * * *
I had no idea why someone was knocking on my front door. I stood up but the room wouldn't stop spinning. I took a couple of steps but almost tripped over my coffee table.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" The person called out. I thought I knew who it was but I couldn't put my finger on who it was.
"Yes," I responded. "Give me a second."
It took me a second but I eventually got to the door. I giggled when I tripped and almost face-planted into the door.
"You sure you're okay?" The voice asked hesitantly.
"Yeah," I mumbled. "I just. . . I can't get the door open."
"Try unlocking it?" The voice suggested.
"You are a genius, mystery voice!" I giggled.
I gasped excitedly when I finally got the door open. "Joe?" I stuttered. "What are you doing here? How do you know where I live? Have you. . . Have you been stalking me?"
"What?" Joe laughed. "Y/N, you called me and gave me your address. Do you not remember asking me to come over?"
"I wish I could say yes," I said slowly.
"Do you still want me to stay with you so you aren't alone?"
"Are you suggesting. . ."
"No!" Joe said quickly. "We both agreed that it wouldn't be for. . .that. You were struggling with work and were lonely. . . Do you really not remember?"
"I've had A LOT to drink," I giggled. I swayed and Joe had to catch me.
"Clearly," he chuckled. "Let's get you off your feet, huh?"
"I think that's a good idea," I sighed as I leaned my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and led me into my apartment.
The rest of the night was a little hazy. I remember sitting on the couch, watching something, talking about something, and then. . . Sleep.
* * * * *
I woke up with a hangover I haven't had since college. I rolled over, the light burning my eyes and my head. I sat up, instantly hit with a wave of nausea. I ran to my bathroom and emptied out all my drinks from last night.
"Are you okay?"
I jumped and turned around, the nausea getting worse. "Joe?" I gasped. "What are you. . . When did you. . . Hi?"
"Good morning to you too," he chuckled, handing me a glass of water and some Ibuprofen.
"Thank you," I whispered as I took it. I hesitated before taking the medication. After taking it, I brushed my teeth. Once I was done, I turned around to see Joe still standing there.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, leaning against the doorway.
"I'm okay," I mumbled, "just a little confused."
"About?"
"What happened last night." I looked away, embarrassment making another wave of nausea hit me.
"You don't remember?" Joe asked. I looked up to see him smirking at me.
"Alright," I sighed as I walked by him. "Laugh it up. But so you know, there's nothing wrong with a girl wanting to drink away her troubles after another crappy week at work."
"Y/N," he sighed as he caught up to me in the kitchen. "I'm sorry."
"What are you doing here?" I asked, turning around. "Did we run into each other at a bar or something?"
"Actually, you called me," he said, struggling to hide his smirk.
"What?" I stuttered. "Did we. . ."
"No," Joe chuckled. "We didn't sleep together. You told me you wanted our first time to be when we were both sober."
"Oh."
"And then you ran to the bathroom and puked."
"Sexy," I scoffed. I sighed, my face burning. "I'm sorry I called you."
"I'm not," he shrugged. "I was starting to wonder whether you had forgotten about me."
"I couldn't even if I tried."
I gasped when I realized I had said that out loud. I cleared my throat and try to walk away from him. Joe instantly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest.
"I'm glad that you didn't forget me," he whispered.
"You are?"
Joe leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. His lips were barely touching mine, almost like he was waiting for me to decide if I wanted to break the kiss or deepen it. I slowly kissed him back.
He broke the kiss, smiling down at me. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you," he whispered. "I kept kicking myself for not getting your number."
"I thought it was cute that you left your number on a cocktail napkin and snuck it into my hand," I shrugged.
"Cute, sure," Joe chuckled. "But really stupid when I wanted to call you and didn't have your number."
"You know," I smirked, "you still don't have my number."
"True," he chuckled. "But I have your address."
"You're gonna stalk me?"
"I don't have to," he shrugged.
"True," I giggled. "You could still ask for my number."
"I have a better idea," he said, a smirk slowly spreading across my face.
"Would you like to share your brand new idea with the class?" I teased.
"How about I take you on a date?"
"There's a new brunch place down the street that I've been dying to try," I suggested. "Give me a few minutes to shower and make myself look presentable."
"I think you look great."
"You're just saying that because you have to," I laughed as I pushed him back.
"I am not!" He called out as I jogged to my room. I poked my head out and looked at Joe at the other end of the hallway.
"For an actor," I said loud enough for him to hear me, "you're a pretty bad liar."
"Some women would say that's distinguished."
"In a normal guy, sure. But in an actor, it's kinda a bad quality."