It Was Going So Well - LIAM

[liam]

Liam was just beginning to drift off, warm and comfortable in his bed, when he heard movement outside his door. Normally, he would have ignored it, but given the circumstances of the past few hours he opened his eyes, listening intently. What was she up to now? The gentle knock made him roll over so that he was facing the door, and he frowned when Mika called his name, wondering whether he should simply pretend to be asleep. He wasn't sure how much more mental strain he could take tonight. When she let herself in, though, he knew there was no way he would be able to get out of it. "Yeah?" he replied, trying to sound more exhausted than he actually was. However, he didn't try too hard - in a way, he wanted Mika to feel better. This, he supposed, was what friendship was like.

At her question, he sat up, confused expression lost to the dark. "You mean like... in my bed?" Mr. Tickles, seeming to sense what was going on, stood up and stretched. Then, he leaped off the end of the bed and smoothly exited the room. Liam ran a hand through his hair, moving to the side. "I guess so, if you want to." He was quiet for a moment, watching her silhouette uncertainly. First she wanted to be alone, now she didn't... women, he decided, resisting the urge to groan. He flopped back down, shivering in the coldness of his new spot. "Come on in." Sure, she could sleep here. She could do whatever she wanted. But he wasn't going to talk to her about her feelings, and he wasn't going to cuddle her or anything ridiculous like that. He only hoped she knew that.

[mika]

Mika squinted into the darkness. As each moment passed, a heavier feeling of hopelessness sunk into her heart. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe she should go back to her own room. Just before she turned around and left the room, she heard Liam's voice, and instantly her sullen posture changed. Unfortunately Liam didn't sound like he was expecting this request from Mika. "If it's okay..." She said, as quiet as she could be while still being able to be heard. Mika heard something thump on the ground, and by how quiet it was assumed it was the cat. She knew it was him once she saw his silhouette exit the room, passing her. Though it was really only air allergies, Mika still shifted away from the cat as he walked by. She didn't think about how furry Liam's blanket would be.

All of her thoughts changed when Liam gave her permission to sleep beside him. She even cracked a little, relieved smile. "Thanks..." She said quietly, and as she heard him move to the side, she untied her robe and pulled it off her, setting it at the foot of what was now her side of the bed. Mike tried her best to quietly slide into the covers, but when she felt how nice and cozy his bed was she couldn't help but let out a little hum. "Thank you." She said once more, curling up under the blankets and tucking them up to just below her chin. She sat there in the silence for a long time. Even in darkness, Mika felt the unfamiliar surroundings she hadn't really felt comfortable sleeping around before. She sighed, rolling over so her back was to Liam for a few minutes, then back to face Liam. It wasn't long before her emotions came back up, and she flipped her back to Liam, tucking the blanket over her mouth to suppress her heavy breathing. But after crying for so long, Mika quickly drifted to sleep, unknowingly scooting closer and closer to Liam each time she turned. Soon enough she was mostly on his side of the bed, facing him curled up in the fetal position.

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[liam]

Liam didn't really see the point in refusing her now. He knew he would probably have to deal with a sad Mika in the morning either way, and it would just be better if she wasn't sad at him, too. At her timid reply, he merely yawned, rubbing at an eye. "Well, there's space, so go for it if you're going to; I'm going back to sleep." He wasn't going to wait around for her to make up her mind. His body needed to refuel for the day ahead. Finally, however, it seemed she managed to talk herself into invading his oh-so-sacred space. He smiled grimly to himself, not bothering to respond to her gratitude. As she climbed in, he clenched his covers to his chin, squeezing his eyes shut until the mattress stopped moving and raising an eyebrow at her hum of comfort. Make yourself at home, he thought dryly. At her second thank-you, he managed only a grunt of acknowledgement. She seemed to take the hint, and there was no further conversation.

It seemed that as soon as he closed his eyes, she was on the move again, rolling over. He frowned, blinking in the darkness and shifting a bit in return. She only moved again. Really, what was going on back there? Resisting the urge to snap at her, Liam pulled the blankets farther over his face, trying to ignore the fact that there was a whole other person in his bed and feeling a bit guilty when he heard what could have been crying. God, when had he developed compassion? It was so inconvenient. Somehow, though, he eventually fell asleep.

When Liam woke up, he was in the same position he remembered drifting off in. Carefully, he lifted his head, looking over his shoulder to see whether Mika was still there. She wasn't. There was, however, a sound from the kitchen, and Mr. Tickles had reclaimed his territory at the foot of the bed. With a long sigh, Liam pushed the blankets down, sitting up and running a hand over his face. Now, was Mika the type to push her feelings inside, go batshit crazy or just cry for days following a breakup? He had no honest idea, but knew his was about to find out. Apologizing to the rather disgruntled cat, he slid out of bed, putting on his slippers and shuffling to the kitchen wherein he found Mika. "Morning," he nodded to her, yawning again and opening the fridge. Orange juice. Perfect.

ooc. Idk why I wrote this so early in the morning. Probably just tapping tired Liam muse.

[mika]

Through a night of waking and tearing up, Mika had slept maybe a few hours. Luckily, she awoke feeling fine, completely refreshed. But her lack of expectations given yesterday she felt a hankering for something of interest this morning. She rose, looking at Liam for a minute before looking around. It was still pretty early. The sun was up but it was still low. She yawned and scampered out of bed, taking her robe and pulling it around her torso. The shoulders of her robe hung down past them and it hung open. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find a little pick-me-up. One thing Mika had forgotten to buy was coffee. Which was funny considering she worked in a coffee shop.

She tiredly opened the refrigerator, examining it's contents. There was Liam's orange juice, apple juice, tea, a pitcher of water. With a sigh Mika opened the freezer. There, her eyes caught sight of vodka. How did that get there? She pulled it out, her tired and slow movements changing with interest and curiosity. Then she remembered. Jason brought some over one night when they were both still drunk. He must have forgotten about it. Mika opened the fridge up and without a second thought grabbed Liam's orange juice. She filled her cup with maybe a fourth of orange juice, feeling that the carton was almost empty and Liam wouldn't be happy if he woke up and his orange juice was missing. She put it back in the fridge and filler the rest of her cup with the vodka, tossing the bottle and downing a few gulps.

Considering she had an empty stomach since yesterday morning, Mika felt a buzz right away. And soon enough her depressed "I'm good for nothing" mood had dissolved, drowned underneath the alcoholic beverage. It was a few minutes if sitting and digesting alcohol when Mika saw Liam come in. Her brows raised and she nodded at his greeting, the cup to her lips. "mmmhm" She muffled into the glass, drinking the rest of it. Mika licked her top lip, a type of smile in her eyes that didn't agree with the sadness of how they were shaped. She shifted her weight a little, her hands on the counter to keep balanced. "I didn't drink most of your orange juice. But i drank some of it. It wasn't very much, just a little." As she spoke, a little smile kept on her lips. She blinked a little slower than usual, and there was a wave to her stand. She wiped her wrist across her lips. "You know what? I don't think I'm doing anything today. Why should I?" She shrugged her shoulders, attempting to pull her robe over her shoulders. Only one side of the robe hooked on and the other rolled down her bare arm. She walked over to Liam, standing all but too close. "Do you have any plans?" She slurred a little, raising an eyebrow.

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[liam]

As usual, Liam wasn't paying much attention to Mika, too intent on getting himself fed and juiced up. He grabbed the orange juice and milk, placing them side by side on the counter, then went for the cereal, filling a bowl to almost brimming and pouring the milk over top. As soon as that was taken care of, he grabbed a glass, preparing to pour his juice. The carton felt lighter than he'd been expecting, but there was enough to fill his glass about three quarters of the way. He would just have to get more from the store later.

He almost jumped out of his skin when Mika spoke again, having forgotten - for the most part - that she was in the room. When she admitted to drinking his orange juice, he shrugged, looking over at the empty container. "That's... fine," he assured her, peering at her curiously before digging his spoon into his bowl. Something was up, he was sure of it, but he couldn't quite place his finger on what it might be. There was just something a bit off about his friend. It probably had to do with the breakup. Speaking of which, were they going to talk about any of it, or just pretend like everything was back to normal? Last night had certainly changed something, and it was making Liam uncomfortable. However, as he chewed on a spoonful of cheerios, you wouldn't have been able to tell; he looked just as mischevious and amused as always.

After Mika's next words, Liam began to give her his full attention. His bright, blue eyes settled on her, drifting down to where her hand gripped the counter, then landing on her face in suspicion. "Uh... I don't know why you would do anything if you didn't want to?" he tried, having no real idea how to respond to what had probably been a rhetorical question. He hated it when people directed words at him without really speaking to him at all. When she came closer, the true discomfort began. Liam backed into the counter, hunching behind his cereal and persing his lips. "Well, no. Not really. Why?" he responded, morning meal all but forgotten in his hands. Suddenly, he got a whiff of something. Something that did not belong in the air at this hour, mixed with the scent of orange juice. His expression went from one of confusion to one of realization in about a second, and he looked at Mika's glass with new eyes. "Mika, did you put alcohol in your orange juice?" Now, this was exciting.