**Callan
Somehow, I had gone over the top. The last time I drank this much, I nearly forgot Isa. This time, I almost forgot that David and I sort of became friends. The last thing I recalled was hugging him in the middle of the street while people passing by just stared at us.
How I got back home, and why David was with me, I had no clue.
I ripped the blanket off of him, and he nearly tumbled onto the living room floor.
“What the hell?" he grumbled, half asleep still. He curled up into a ball. “It's cold."
“Why are you here?" I asked him. I looked down at my watch. “s**t. It's already almost eight. I'm going to be late for the first time in my life because of you."
David rose up from the couch slowly, his hair a mess and his shirt mostly unbuttoned. His eyes were thin, tired slits
