Hours later

"Hey."

The word stirs Ethan, forcing an eye open.

"You awake?"

"No," Ethan answers, closing his eye. He's exhausted still, and slightly hungover.

A hand slaps his cheek lightly, forcing both eyes open. Looking up, he sees Charlie, or at least who his blurry vision thinks is Charlie, looking down at him.

"Get up. I'll drive you home."

"Hmmm," Ethan looks around, very faint light is pouring in through the windows. "What time is it?"

"Don't worry about that. Come on. Or you're walking home."

{if Charlie Sex 2=true}He feels gross. Cum and sweat coat his body, barely contained by his not-to-fresh clothes. He needs a shower, and more sleep.{endif}{if Ashley Sex 3=true}He feels gross. Cum and sweat coat his body, barely contained by his not-to-fresh clothes. He needs a shower, and more sleep.{endif} A ride with Charlie might be his best bet to get home quickly. Sighing, Ethan pulls himself to his feet.

He's barely awake getting his shoes on, staggering down her steps slightly. Charlie holds his shoulder, steadying him. "How are you so..." Ethan shakes his head, "Good?"

"I have a lot of late night..." Charlie shrugs, "I'm used to it."

After getting into the truck, Ethan thinks he falls asleep again, or at least enters a state of semi-sleep. The sun is barely up, and he's so incredibly tired. He almost feels like a little kid again on a long car ride. The drive is quick, or seems to be quick to him, the sound of Charlie shifting into park stirring him slightly.

"Alright, need help getting in?"

"Nah, I'm good..." Ethan unbuckles, opening the truck door. "Thanks..." Ethan sighs, forgetting who he's talking to in his tired haze, thinking about all those early car rides with his parents. "I love you."

He doesn't see Charlie's reaction, not thinking to look as he closes the truck door, his mind in the clouds. Yawning, he walks to the front door, smacking his lips. Charlie only drives away when he gets the door open, and even then she seems to be leaving very slowly.

As he enters the house he decides bed first, shower later. Fighting his way up the stairs, he doesn't remember getting into bed, but finds it all the same, darkness retaking him.