"I am never drinking again!" Ted cried, huddled over the toilet. The poor guy was nearly in tears as Charlie and I stood by empathetically, holding a water bottle, a cup of coffee, and bottles of Excedrin, Aleve, and Tylenol. Schlatt was still knocked out flat, but Charlie and I got woken up by Ted's heavy footfalls as he ran like hell to the bathroom.

"Is this any better than the edible?" Charlie asked, trying to make him feel better. Ted may have glared behind Charlie because he was dizzy and had no glasses, but he got the message and cleared his throat embarrassedly.

I barely had a headache because of how used to hungover mornings I was (and that I had taken an Aleve), but I definitely felt bad for Ted. No one had stopped him in order to teach him a valuable lesson but shit, this was just sad.

"Fuck!" You all jumped as Schlatt stomped by, cursing pissedly. "Where's the fucking ibuprofen?!"

"In here, Darling! Ted's puking his guts out right now!" I called. He stomped over, let out a maniacal laugh at Ted, and held out his hand. I tossed him the Aleve and he kissed my cheek, then proceeding to leave.

"Fuck you, Schlatt! You are such a BITCH!" Ted yelled, prompting another villain laugh from Schlatt, this time from the kitchen. Charlie and I grinned, shaking our heads. "I-I think I'm done." He groaned, motioning for the coffee and meds.

"Which one do you want, bud?" Charlie asked softly.

"The strongest shit you have. I'm begging."

I handed him an Excedrin and the coffee and he took it quickly. He stood slowly and flushed the toilet, going over to brush his teeth.

"Call us if you need us, Ted." I said, us both walking out. He threw us a thumbs up . "Schlatt, Honey? You okay? I'm making avocado toast for everyone."

"Okay..." He said, strangely quiet. Highly skeptical, I stepped in to see him out on our balcony.

"What's wrong, Baby?"

"Nothing. I'm just...reflecting." He intertwined our fingers and rested them on the ledge.

"About what?"

"Asking a lot of questions today, huh? But I'm just reflecting on us. We've come so fucking far together, y'know?"

"Yeah. I-after all we've been through...I could never leave you. I love you, Schlatt. No matter how sudden and soon our love seemed, I wouldn't trade you for anyone."

"Really bab-?

"-except Johnny Depp. And MARINA. They can also fuck me 'till I can't walk."

Schlatt rolled his eyes and pulled me into a kiss. "Remind me to refund that MARINA album I bought you for your birthday."

"Nuuuu, don'ttt!"

He snickered at this and leaned back on the railing. We were silent for awhille, enjoying the rare state we were in.

"This reminds me of the New York City skyline." I broke the silence, thinking out loud.

"Did you grow up in a fucking penthouse? I don't think I've ever seen the damn skyline like that."

I chuckled. "Oh, no, no. The apartment buildings we lived in were, like, 20-25 stories. But the few times my dad had a good good job, his business trips would be nice. And I have 5 siblings, so my dad always had to take the all of us along. They got him a nice penthouse a few times, and I was always infatuated with the way it looked outside. I'm a really big scenery person, so it was incredible to me. That the streets could be awful and gross, but it all got prettier if you zoomed out a bit. I have so many pictures of it from my Polaroid 600; I had the Killer Acid one. My youngest sister had the Barbie Malibu on-sorry, I'm talking so much."

"Shit, keep talking. I love it." Schlatt reassured. I smiled.

"Well, my siblings and I..."