Like I had promised last night, I spent the morning nursing Kenzie from her hangover. Matt glared at her all morning as she groaned or ran to the bathroom to throw up. I felt so bad for her because I was the cause of her heavy drinking.

"All done," I asked her as I rubbed her back while she bent her body over the toilet bowl.

"No," she replied before she emptied more of her stomach into the toilet.

"Here," I grabbed the water bottle I brought with me from off the counter and handed it to her. Kenzie toke the cap off and took a long swig from the bottle before handing it back to me.

"Come on, let's lay you down in the back lounge with an ice pack on your forehead," I helped her up and took her to the back lounge. I laid her down and turned on the TV in the back and turned the volume down low so she could watch TV without it hurting her head.

"How is she," Jack asked as he looked up from under his own hangover ice pack.

"She's still feeling like shit. I can see guilt in her eyes. She knows she fucked up last night," I told him.

"She's just like her mom," Matt grumbled from behind his mac. I grabbed the hand towel from the counter and chucked at his face.

"She's nothing like that drunken woman," I yelled at him.

"You just remember something about her," Rian pointed out.

"A couple little things have been flooding my mind since last night. I couldn't even sleep," I told them, "She kissed me last night."

"Did you kiss her back," Vinny asked.

"No, I froze there and pushed her off. She triggered me to remember the first time I helped her when she got wasted," I told him.

"She probably realized she was in the wrong when she kissed you last night and feels bad for it," Matt replied.

"What should I do," I asked him.

"Spend the day with her. You have the day off anyway. We'll rehearse tomorrow," Matt replied.

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"Alex, I want to apologize for how I acted yesterday," Kenzie spoke up as she woke from her nap, looking only at her hands.

"You hit a low point, it happens," I told her.

"Alex, I kissed you when I shouldn't have. I'm sorry," she protested my dismissal of last night.

"I didn't mind. You actually made me wonder what your sober kissing is like," I tried to joke.

"That's not funny, Alex," she replied as she fought tears, "You don't know what it's like when you love someone and they can't tell how they feel because they can't remember."

"I actually do. I'm seeing it through you," I told her, "I can see the pain in your eyes, Kenzie."

"Alex you have no clue on how I feel," she protested.

"Just shut up, Kenzie and stop fighting me," I replied as I captured her lips with mine to shut her up.

Kenzie didn't move. She just froze. She didn't attempt to kiss me back. I pulled back and looked at her.

"I can't make you remember by kissing you, Alex. You have to take it slow. It's all on you, I am so sorry that I can't help you remember," she started to cry as she ran out of the back lounge and into her bunk.

I gave chase but Matt stopped me.

"Leave her be, Alex. Go on your macbook and look at the pictures for a while. She'll come out when she's ready to," Matt instructed.

"I had a great time, Alex," Kenzie said from the pasenger seat of my car as I dropped her off at her apartment after dinner.

"I did too, Kenzie. Maybe we can go out again sometime," I replied.

"I'd like that," Kenzie kissed my cheek before she left my car and went inside her apartment.

"The entire drive home I had butterflies in my stomach as I thought about her," I whispered to myself as I climbed into my bunk to look at the pictures on instagram of me and Kenzie.