So, I married an 18-year-old boy.

 

    I married a boy.

 

    This is just bad.

 

    It just goes to show that you should never ever get drunk.  Either you turn into a cave-woman or you wake up married to a barely-legal stranger.

 

    Stupid alcohol with its tempting numbness.

 

    I really don't want to be married.

 

    I want this all to be some dream.  I want to wake up and be back in the hotel room I'm sharing with Buffy.  I don't even care if I'm really hung over. I just want to be dreaming.

 

    But I'm not.

 

    I'm actually married. I've done some pretty stupid things in my life, but this is definitely up there on the top ten list.  I got really drunk to forget my heartache, and I just end up in a worse situation.

 

    I look at Clark and his friend Chloe. They both seem like nice people, they really do.  But I wish that I had never met them.  This whole thing is just a complication that I don't need.  Xander and Buffy are going to freak.

 

    Xander and Buffy.

 

    Oh goddess. They're probably pretty worried. I didn't come back to the room last night. If I know my friends, they'll be going out of their heads.

 

    "I have to go."  I say hurriedly.

 

    "What?"  Clark asks, a confused look on his face.

 

    "I'll be back," I assure him. "I know that we still have to work all this stuff out.  But I never made it back to the room last night, since you and I were...occupied."

 

    I pause as Clark looks down at the floor, blushing.

 

    "My friends will be worried. I have to tell them what's going on."

 

    Chloe puts a reassuring hand on Clark's shoulder, and I wonder briefly if there is something between them.  There must not be.  After all, she's taking this very well, which is not something you do if your boyfriend ends up married.

 

    "It'll be fine, Clark.  We'll call Lex. He'll be able to think of something to get you guys out of this."

 

    I watch as Clark's expression clears, and he nods.

 

    "Alright.  Go see you're friends. We'll handle this once they know you're all right. Do you want support or anything. I mean, I can come if you want me to."

 

    I immediately shake my head. That is just a bad idea. "No, that's okay. You don't want to be there when my friends find out."

 

    "Why not?"

 

    "They might try to kill you."

 

    "Ah. That's a pretty good reason."

 

    "I'll be back as soon as I can."  With that, I turn and walk out of the room.  It takes me a minute to get my bearings, but after a moment I figure our where I am and head back to my room.

   

    I can't find my key, so I knock, hoping that someone is there to answer. After a few seconds the door is opened, and I immediately find myself encased in the hug of a slayer.  A very tight hug.

 

    "Buffy," I manage to get out. "I need to breathe."

 

    "Sorry!" she pulls away, her blue eyes filled with relief.  She brushes a piece of hair behind one ear. "Where were you?  Xander and I were worried about you."

 

    As I step into the room, the bathroom door opens, and Xander comes out. He just stares at me for a second, and then I'm caught in another hug.

 

    "God, Wills.  We were so worried about you.  Why'd you go and scare us like that."

 

    When he finally releases me from the hug, I go and sit on the edge of the bed. 

 

    "Guys, I'm really sorry that I scared you and all.  I just...I got a little drunk last night, and some stuff happened."

 

    A slow grin crosses Xander's face. "Oh, did somebody have *lucky* night?"

 

    I feel my face getting bright red, and I can't meet my friends' eyes.

 

    "Oh my god!" Buffy exclaims.  "You did! You hooked up with some girl last night, didn't you."

 

    "Not exactly," I murmur.  "It was a guy.  And we didn't just hook up. We got married."