A taste of your own medicine (part 2)

                                    

                                          
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Wilma, 26-years-old. Friend of the Blind Channel boys, Joel's ex-girlfriend.
This is part two of 'A taste of your own medicine'.
She was wasted as fuck. She couldn't even tell if it was day or night. The bartender had tried to tell her to stop, but she obviously didn't listen. The room was spinning, every bit of stress had left her body. Or not. But at least she didn't pay any attention to it anymore. Wilma knew her head would literally kill her tomorrow, but she couldn't have cared less. She was so annoyed and hurt, she needed to drown her problems in alcohol. 
Joel's eyes kept on landing on her every now and then. He didn't understand why Wilma was acting like that. After all, they were still friends. However, Joel wanted something more. Every time he woke up, he was still hoping she was there, laying next to him in his bed. He missed her a lot. It hurt him to know it was over between them. Maybe it seemed like he'd moved on, but he actually hadn't. Hooking up with those girls, it was his way of coping with the feeling of loss. Every time he did things with other girls, every time he touched other girls, he was still thinking about Wilma. Hoping it would've been her he was touching.
She couldn't even stand straight anymore. Her head was buzzing and everything seemed so distant. It felt like she was dead and alive at the same time. She was hoping for the first one, it would've been so much easier that way. The girl wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore. Eventually, she decided it was time to go home. Wilma stumbled over to the table her friends were sitting at. It took her a moment to get their attention, as they were in the middle of a loud conversation.
"Hey guys, I'll go home." She managed to say.
"I think you should wait for us. I'm not so comfortable with letting you run around alone in that state." Olli suggested softly. He was always so caring and gentle.
"No, I'll be just fine. Well, have a fun night then." She waved at them and turned to leave. Suddenly Joel stood up and walked over to her.
"I'll take you home." He said with a surprisingly calm voice.
"No, forget it. That's not going to happen, Jo-" She tried to refuse the offer, but soon her legs tangled and she was about to fall straight to the ground. However, she never hit the floor, as she felt hands grabbing her and standing her up. They belonged to the tall, blonde man behind her.
"Look at you. You can't even walk properly. Let's go, I'll get you home."
"What part of 'no' do you not understand? Leave me alone."
"You can hate me and yell at me as much as you want, but I'm not letting you go alone." He told her sternly.
"Let's go outside. I'll call you a taxi." He soon added. They both left the building and stood outside. There was an awkward silence between them, probably because of the scene they put up earlier. Joel was on his phone, he called somewhere to get a taxi. Wilma clearly wouldn't be able to walk all the way back home. She was leaning on the wall of the building, otherwise she would've fallen. The tall man put the phone away and walked back to Wilma, who was now holding her stomach.
"The taxi should be here soon." He informed, she gave him a small nod as an answer.
"You can go now." She told him.
"Nope. I'll make sure you get home safely." He answered, not willing to lose this battle. Wilma was about to throw a long list of insults at him, but was interrupted by a weird feeling in her stomach, which made her sit down and wish she never even touched alcohol.
"What's wrong?" The singer asked.
"I don't feel so good. I feel like I'm going to throw up." She complained.
"Of course you are." He scoffed, rolling his eyes at her.
"Right, let's not do it here." He remarked, grabbing her arm softly and helping her up. The eyes that earlier were full of anger, had softened. He walked her away from the bar, it didn't take long for the girl to start throwing up violently. She was almost sitting in a bush.
"I fucking hate this shit." She groaned. Joel had kneeled next to her, he was holding her hair.
"Yeah, I know. But you'll feel better soon." He promised, caressing her back carefully to reassure her.
After a while of her suffering and him trying not to throw up too, they got up and headed towards the bar again. The taxi was already waiting for them in front of the building. They managed to get there, Joel helped her to get inside the car. She was surprised when he got in the car too. She didn't even have the energy to argue about it, so she just let him be. The ride was silent, the only sounds came from the radio the driver was listening to. Some mainstream pop, not really Wilma's cup of tea. She listened to some heavier music, the band had somehow brainwashed her into it. But she didn't mind it.
The car stopped, Joel was a gentleman and paid for the ride. Then he got out of the car and moved to the other side to help the girl out too. After some struggling, they were both standing on the coldish ground. She was wobbling from side to side as the tall man tried to lead her towards the entry of the building. Once they got there, he noticed that the door was already locked.
"Do you have the keys?" He asked the drunken woman. She didn't answer, just started digging through her purse. Soon she found the cold metal object. There was one problem, though. She couldn't get the key inside the lock, no matter how hard she tried.
"Let me try." Joel sighed and took the key. And just like that, the door was open. How magical. He led her to her apartment. He decided it'd be easier if he just opened the door for her, so that's what he did.
"Thanks for helping me here. But now you're free to go." She said coldly as she took off her shoes.
"Wilma." Joel sighed.
"What? What is it?"
"Why do you have to treat me like that?" He asked with hurt in his voice.
"What? You're the one who started this. You don't know how bad it feels to see you flirting with those women like we were never even together! It's like you've forgotten everything we've been through!" She yelled, holding back tears.
"Do you even know why I'm doing all of that? Huh?" He asked with a harsh tone. 
"Why? Why are you trying to give me such a hard time?"
"Because I still fucking love you! I've never stopped loving you, and I never will! Those women mean nothing to me." He explained, raising his voice slightly.
"J-Joel I don't even know what to say anymore."
"I have fucking tried to forget you, forget us. But I just can't, okay? I can't! I've tried to think about you as a friend, but it's impossible when... When you look so fucking good all the time and... And... Fuck..."
"Joel..."
"No. Don't say anything. I know I messed up, and I'm sorry. I just-"
"Joel, I still love you too." She managed to say, he turned to look at her.
"You're drunk. You should go to sleep and forget this conversation ever happened." He told her, letting a small sigh leave his lungs.
"I don't want to forget." She said as she walked towards the taller man.
"I don't. I've wanted to hate you because of what happened. But I can't. I still care about you. I care too much, Joel." She said, bringing her hand up to move some hair out of his face.
"Wilma, I'm sor-" He was cut off by her lips. She kissed him softly, he answered.
"Eww, you taste like puke." He laughed as they pulled away for a moment.
"Shut up and kiss me again."
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A/n:
So, a happy ending for them I guess. I just wanted to say, this story was inspired by Bring Me The Horizon's song, Medicine. It's amazing, you should definitely go and check it out if you haven't already!