Hidden in Plain Sight

*Carly's POV*

I woke up this morning feeling like absolute shit. My head was pounding, possibly cracking my skull. My mouth tasted of vomit and my gut felt like it was filled with garbage. My alarm ringing from my bedside table didn't make my morning any better. I went to my bathroom and rinsed my face and mouth to see if I could make this hangover somewhat bearable. Man, I haven't drank like that in ages.

I stumble down the hallway, into my kitchen. I fire up the kettle and make some coffee. And because I am very hungover, I make some toast with Nutella. I don't know about you, but it helps my hangovers, it's also very nice to eat anyways. As I am waiting, I subconsciously get a spoon out of my drawer and spoon the Nutella out of the jar. Don't judge me, we all do it.

When I turn around to get the milk out of the fridge, I notice a small sticky note left there. It was from Jaime; Hey Carls, don't worry about coming in today. You'd be very feeling very horrible today. Anyways, give me a call if you want to talk about anything. Feel better soon little fox xo

Oh my god. I just remembered last night. I got so drunk I called Jaime last night. Oh dear god, I hope I didn't do or say anything stupid. I pretty much remember sitting in the kitchen singing mums song then lying in bed telling Jaime how much of a good person he is. Oh god Carly, you didn't say anything else did you? You probably did you drunken idiot.

But none the less, I make my way to the lounge room where I put on some CSI. My favourite crime shows all day while recovering from a heavy night, sounds like the best day to me. My phone sat on the glass coffee table in front of me and I couldn't help but stare at it. I was hoping it would answer my question whether or not to call Jaime and see what happened last night. Ah fuck it, I dial Jaime's number.

"Hey Carly, you're alive" Jaime cheers when he answers.

"Barely, I feel like shit" I groan.

"Bet you would. Say anything up?" He asks.

"Yeah um, I was wondering if you could like come over, I kinda just want to find out what happened about last night" I steer away in my voice.

"Oh yeah sure no problem Carls, be over in say, 10 minutes. And don't worry, nothing happened last night" he laughs.

"Yeah okay. See you soon" I hang up after he says goodbye.

I lay curled up on my couch, CSI playing in the background as many thoughts run through my mind. I didn't do or say anything stupid last night, did I? If I did, what did I do? Oh god I hope he doesn't hate me for anything I did.

My thoughts were so cluttered, they barely made sense to me. But I was dragged out of them with Jaime walking in the front door. He calls out to me, announcing his presence. I just yell back loungeroom. He soon finds me.

"Hey Carls" he takes a seat at the end of my lounge beneath my feet. I spread my legs out and slowly roll over, groaning as I make an effort to sit up straight. "Man you look beautiful today" he laughs.

Only then did I notice that my hair was tied, well what was left of it, tied back in a horrible mess and my makeup was everywhere. "Oh shut up" I groan.

"Oh don't be like that grumbles" he grabs my feet and rests them upon his lap.

"I'm severely hungover. I have a right to my grumpy. This is my house" I reply back. "Would you like a coffee?" He declines my offer.

"You are still watching CSI?" He looks at me and I nod innocently. "Do you watch anything other than crime stuff and kids movies?"

"Sometimes I watch the crime channel" I reply simply. He shakes his head smiling.

"So what is your fascination with these shows?" He asks, sitting up a bit more.

"I don't know. I just like them. Like, how they are all different mysteries and the killers have different motives and stuff. I really enjoy the investigation parts. Like, I love finding out what drives a person to commit the crimes they do, and what drives them to commit the crimes the way they do. Everyone is different and I guess it's just interesting" I explain to him.

When I look up, Jaime is looking at me with a weird facial expression, I don't know how to read it. Maybe it's confusion or the 'uh okay, alright then' look. "Well..."

"My gosh you're a weird girl" he laughs, "but I guess it's logical. It is actually interesting to find out what drives a person to murder or rob." He smiles at me.

"See, I'm not such a psycho" I smile. I suddenly get a cold shake down my spine and spaz out slightly. Stunning Jaime, he begins to laugh, asking what just happened. I told him I was just having a cold chill, but before I could tell him I wasn't cold, he released himself from my legs and got up, heading upstairs to my bedroom.

When he returns, he returns with my big white fluffy quilt from my bed and places it over me. Instinctively, I cuddle in it. I thank him and he climbs back under my legs, covering them and himself. I go to remove my legs but he holds them there, saying he likes them there. I don't complain, I'm comfortable.

"So... About last night" I begin. I look at Jaime and he has a grin on his face. "Okay just tell me what I done"

"You don't remember" I shake my head. "Well, when I got here, you had the music so loud I was surprised the cops hadn't shown up. You had downed that massive bottle of vodka, or more even, I'm not sure. But you pretty much sat me in the kitchen telling me about your mum and then you talked to me about how alone you felt as a child because you had no friends and people thought you were creepy, and then you tried to wrestle me like I was your brother when you were younger. Then I finally got you to bed... After you vomited everywhere and I cleaned it up and you told me how much of a good friend I was" he smiles.

I sit up and look at him. "Oh god I'm so sorry" I throw my head onto his shoulder. I rest it there for a moment, before I take it off.

"It's alright, I didn't mind... Well you vomiting I minded a little" he laughed, "but really I didn't mind. You needed a friend and after all the stuff you've done for me since Jess died, it's the least I could do"
"Thank you Jaime. So much" I press my head onto his shoulder again.

A few moments later, I feel his fingers touch my chin, lifting my head up. "No Carly thank you. You have been one of the most amazing friends I've ever had. You've been right by my side since Jess and I were arguing and when she died. You're also one of the best producers and recorders I've ever met. Working with you has been so much fun, I can't explain it. You're so talented, so funny and so full of inspiration. So thank you, just for being you"

Then he pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me.

Notes

Ah guys! It happened!

I hope I've made it more interesting and better! Thank you to everyone who left me a little piece of advice. I took it all in.