how do teenagers drink so much, c

Jamie tries to nod, to look over to make sure Harper is alright, but there are black sparks dancing in the corners of his vision. He can still hear Harper fine, but he can't quite see right, vision tunneling until all he can't see and he can't shake the spots away.

"I'm--" If he wasn't already on the ground, he'd have lost his balance by now. He'd have hit a lot harder when he finally did drop limp and pale, to the ground.

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Jamie is used to waking up in unfamiliar places - park benches, empty classrooms. He isn't used to waking up in unfamiliar beds. He isn't used to being hungover either. This is a morning of firsts, sitting up with a headache and in a stranger's bed.

Except, it isn't a stranger, he realizes when he squints against the bright lights of morning and makes out his surroundings. He's been in this room before, plenty of times. "Harper?" He mumbles, running a hand through his tousled hair.

God, what happened last night?

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His memory hasn't caught up with things quite yet, and he jumps, the bed springs creaking beneath his sudden movement when Harper stands up, suddenly by the bed. He looks unsteady on his feet, and Jamie's hand reaches out for him on instinct, hovering in the air awkwardly. He looks at his own hand as if it had moved on his own violation rather than any conscious movement of his.

His throat is dry as he swallows and his voice is raspy when he speaks. "Um," Jamie clears his throat, averting his eyes. "D-did we..?"

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Jamie is hardly a normal teenage boy, but he is a teenage boy.

He nods, lowering his hand. He stares down at the bed sheets to avoid Harper's eyes, before realizing that he's on his bed, still fully dressed. He scrambles off, putting the bed between him and Harper, holding onto a bedpost to curb the dizziness from standing too quickly.

"Er," a bit of nausea wells up, and he presses his lips together. He doesn't know if he'll be able to finish saying what he wants to say. "Bathroom..?" He croaks, and it's only sort of a question, as he takes a few shaky steps towards where he already knows it is.

That isn't what he wants to say, but it's what he needs to say, before he gets sick in Harper's room. Before he makes this even more uncomfortable than it already is.

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Harper offers up some direction, but Jamie is already at the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He doesn't do it loudly, but the sound still makes his headache flare up. He shuts his eyes.

When he opens them and looks in the mirror, he looks awful. More than usual. The perpetual bags under his eyes look especially dark. He looks sickly pale. He runs some cool water from the tap, splashes it on his face and tries to slick down his hair with a damp hand. The very thin silver lining is that he doesn't think he's going to throw up. His mouth is dry, and he cups his hands, drinks right from the tap.

He can hear Harper outside the door – part of him never wants to come out, but he can't hide in his bathroom forever. "Er, just a minute." Jamie wants to run – not home, not that he'll be in trouble; but he doesn't want to face Harper either. He grabs a towel from a rack and dries his face.

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He slings the towel back onto the rack haphazardly, and then spends longer than he needs to setting it straight again. Harper asks him if he remembers, and Jamie's brow furrows in thought. The silence draws out, as they tend to in conversations with Jamie.

Then he brings himself to push open the door, seeing Harper stretched across the bed. He averts his eyes, standing awkwardly in the bathroom doorway. He links his fingers together, unlinks them, fidgets. "A bit..." Not much after the first couple drinks.

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