Tida gets a little pale and looks way more exhausted than she already did. She looks like she’s fighting to stay awake.

“Are you okay?” I ask, worried.

“We, we need to get home,” She says and slowly stands up, her milkshake in hand. 

“What’s happening?” I follow her up.

“I don’t feel so good,” She says. 

“Uhm, okay, you get in the car and sit in the passenger seat. I’ll pay and drive you home.” I say and walk over to Ace, who now looks a little guilty, for some reason. 

“What’s going on with Tida?” They ask, looking worried for her. 

“She just isn’t feeling well.” I pay and make my way to the car. 

As I approach the car I see her in the passenger seat as I told her to. She looks like she’s about to pass out. 

I get in the car and buckle my seatbelt and start driving. 

“Where do you live?” I ask her but I get no answer. She’s already out cold. 

Luckily, her drink’s in the holder so she didn’t spill on herself and the car. 

I have no other choice but to drive her to my place and it doesn't take that long. 

When we get to my driveway, I park the car -of course- and get out to go help her out. I open the door and unbuckle her seatbelt. 

My hands slide under her legs and behind her back and I carry her to my front door. I put her down on the stairs for a bit so I can unlock the door. When I unlock the door I push it open and pick her up again. I carry her inside and make my way to my bedroom. It’s a bit messy but she'll have to live with that. 

I go back outside to the car and take the drinks inside. They weren’t in actual glasses so, they aren’t that valuable. It doesn’t matter if we kinda stole them. 

I place the drinks in the mini-fridge beside my desk to keep them cold. I take a sip of mine, before returning my attention to Tida. I sit on the side of the bed watching her sleep. I know, sounds creepy but she’s sick, I have to watch her to make sure she doesn’t throw up or something. Especially not on my new sheets. 

She must be deep asleep. She hasn't woken up for almost three hours now. Did Ace put something in her drink? I don’t know. I’m tired too and I just wanna go to bed. I get up from the bed and go to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I brush my teeth, do my skincare and put on my night clothes. It’s a set of black shorts and tank top. 

I yawn and lay down next to her. Should I take her clothes off? Not in a weird way! Just to make sure she’s comfortable. It doesn’t look very comfortable to sleep in jeans. 

I move her onto her back and get her in a good position to take her clothes off. 

God, this sounds weird.

I start by taking her shirt off and-

Jesus, I am starting to think I'm gay.