Cay?Mature

The next day after Hadley asked Eden out, I found my way of dealing with it. Alcohol. It works for me, don’t judge.

Anyway, I was sat at this bar in the city thing, drowning my sorrows when who else should roll in but Cayden. Because I’ve only been looking for him for the last five months.

“Well look who it is,” I looked up into that old smirk of his, doing a double take. He smiled.

“Cay?”

“Got it in one,” he said, still smiling. I grappled him into this sloppy, slightly drunken bro hug, but he didn’t seem to mind, returning it.

“I’ve been looking for you,” I told him.

“Have you?” Well don’t seem so surprised, who else was I gonna hang out with in this place?

“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve got this place figured out yet.”

“Me either,” he chuckled, making me laugh.

“How’ve you been doing?” I asked, wondering if he was dealing with all this bullshit the same way I was.

“Not too bad. And yourself?” I gestured at the empty bottles sat next to me on the bar. What did he think I was here for? “Silly,” he said, ruffling my hair.

“He asked that chick he works with out last night,” I explained, attempting to put on a brave face. I’m not too sure how successful that was.

“Really?” he arched an eyebrow, wrapping me in a hug when I nodded. I buried my head in his neck. So I was being a total pussy about it. I sort of started tearing up when he kissed the top of my head. I didn’t wanna let go. It’d been too long since I’d had any real contact with anyone else. He ran his hand through my hair.

“I miss him.”

“He misses you too, gorgeous.”

"I know, but he's got everyone there for him," I sniffled.

“Well now you've got me,” he smiled. I nodded, telling myself off for sounding so ungrateful, but it’s hard coping alone, y’know? I wiped my face, mumbling a quiet apology for being such a wuss. “S’okay.” I finished off my drink and offered to get him one. He had his usual, and I went back to drowning my sorrows until Cayden had decided I’d had enough to drink. He escorted me home, trying to stop me from crying when he noticed that there were some tears fighting to get out. Some part of me decided that sofa snuggles were the only cure, and even though he was too tall and skinny, I still managed to feel kind of home for the first time since I’d died.

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