Chapter Seven

Samantha held her breath as she watched Bill on the bed. She had spoken, her own voice sounding foreign to her. Bill had heard her, she knew he had. His movements had slowed, almost becoming hesitant, when she had said his name. He knew he wasn't alone anymore, that something had happened the night before, and Samantha wondered if he would remember her. Part of her hoped he would, it would make things a lot easier for the both of them if he did, but part of her doubted that he would remember anything from the night before. He had had far too much to drink, unless he remembered things that happened when drunk.

Seconds dragged by for what felt like an hour as Bill rolled back, moving to lay on his side again so that he was facing her. The pillow was still covering his head, making it impossible for him to see anything, but he raised his arm to rest his hand on it. His fingers gripped at the pillow for a moment before he lifted it, his eyes squinting in the light as he looked up at Samantha. She smiled as she looked down at him.

"Morning," she whispered again, wanting the silence between them to stop. It was making her feel awkward and uncomfortable as they stared at each other. She had no idea what was running through Bill's mind as he stared at her. "How are you feeling?"

Bill blinked, his face showing slight confusion. His eyes traveled around the room, but he closed them a moment later as he let out a sigh. His head was killing him, but he guessed it was from the alcohol. It was clear that he wasn't in his room, but he could only remember bits and pieces of what had happened at the bar. Samantha got up from her seat, causing Bill to open his eyes again to watch her. She walked over to the windows, pulling the shades together to block out some of the light. The room quickly got darker, making it easier for Bill to look around. Without saying anything, Samantha walked out of the bedroom, disappearing into the bathroom.

Bill was still silent as she came back into the room only to disappear into the living room a second later. What was she doing? His brows creased slightly as he tried to remember what had happened at the bar. He remembered seeing her there, a few brief words that had been spoken between them, but nothing more. Bill guessed that he was at her place, but when had that happened? His thoughts were cut short when Samantha walked back into the room. She was holding a glass of water in one hand, a couple slices of bread in the other. Samantha smiled slightly as she set the cup down on the nightstand, placing the bread next to it before setting down a couple pills.

"I figured your head must be hurting, after all the alcohol you consumed and all, so I got you some bread and Ibuprofen," she said, sitting back down in the chair. She rested her hands on her knees, her heels pressed against the legs of the chair.

Bill shifted his head to look at the water for a second before he leaned forward slightly. The room spun making him frown slightly, but he didn't say anything as he turned so that he could grab a slice of bread. Samantha was silent as she stared at the carpet, not wanting to stare at him. She already felt awkward enough as it was, and she was sure that Bill was feeling a little out of place as well. Samantha looked up when she heard Bill setting the cup back down on the nightstand. It was empty, both pills gone, though there was still a slice of bread left. She smiled again and looked over at Bill, meeting his gaze.

"Where am I?" Bill asked as he glanced around the room, breaking the silence.

"You're in my hotel room," Samantha answered. Bill still looked confused and Samantha guessed that he didn't remember walking there. She sighed and moved her hair out of her face as she leaned forward in her seat. "I saw you at the bar and we started talking. You got really drunk and when I asked if you had a phone on you for me to call your brother or someone to get you, you said you didn't have it on you, then when I asked where you were staying, you said you didn't know. I didn't want to leave you at the bar so I brought you here."

Bill was silent as he laid in the bed. He had gone from looking at Samantha to looking at the ceiling as Samantha spoke. She watched him as she wondered if he remembered what they had talked about. If he didn't, she was fine with that, but he didn't seem to be that drunk when Samantha had started talking to him, so there was always a chance that he would remember the conversation. Part of her hoped he didn't remember, not wanting him to be angry with her for asking him to pretend to be her friend. His reaction when she had asked him puzzled her, and she wondered why he had reacted that way. Her thoughts were brought to a halt when Bill suddenly spoke.

"Did that guy finally leave you alone?" Bill asked, looking over at Samantha. Her heart skipped a beat. Crap! He remembered that much, but nothing else? He had to remember that part, didn't he?

"Well, for the most part..." Samantha answered, looking back down at the carpet. She didn't want to look up at Bill to see his expression. He sounded as if he didn't really care, but she still felt bad for asking him to pretend to be her friend. She could have asked anyone else in the bar, but she had decided to ask Bill. Samantha hoped he didn't mind. "He left us alone until right before we went to leave. The bartender had to tell him to leave us alone." Bill was silent and she looked up at him; his eyes were closed. "Sorry that I bothered you last night because of him..."

"It's fine," Bill muttered, not bothering to look at her. "You're not the first to do that."

"What do you mean?" Samantha asked, studying his face. Bill didn't say anything. He didn't look at her or answer her question, so she dropped the subject. "I don't know if you're expected to be somewhere later or not, or if you want to go back to sleep, but you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like." She stood up and went to grab her laptop, unplugging the cord from the wall. Bill watched her as she did so, his eyes following her around the room. "I'll be in the living room if you need me, okay?"

Samantha smiled when Bill nodded. She grabbed her phone as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her before going to plug her laptop in, taking a seat on the couch. It wasn't even nine in the morning and Samantha already knew she had a long day ahead of her.

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[Manda]

Ohh someones awake! Lawl.

I wonder how things will turn out. Bill seems like a grumpy butt, but then again he drank himself silly... Lol.

I wonder why though?

Keep writing.