72 Goodmorning (1/2)

The previous night was the second time he was drinking alcohol in this life. It was inevitable that he would end up drinking since everyone had been drinking anyway. A lot of them said that it would be the last time they indulge as they were because they did not want to ruin their figures and Marcel understood where they were coming from.

The one thing that took him by surprise was how Lydia clung to him after they were all moderately drunk. He was tempted to tell her to conduct herself with dignity as he felt she was embarrassing herself in front of the cameras. He was sure the crew had gotten enough footage for two episodes just from what he personally experienced the previous night.

Marcel opened his eyes as his sleep left him in the morning. He felt like he had just blinked and it was already morning.

He checked his surroundings and saw that he was in his room, though he was not wearing his shirt and only had a pair of boxers on. He frowned as he looked for his clothes around his bed as he wondered whether he had stripped while he was sleeping but his clothes were nowhere to be found.

He heard the bathroom door open and Alistair walk out with his towel wrapped around his waist while he was drying his hair. Marcel rubbed his eyes as he sat up in his bed and looked at him.

”Goodmorning,” Marcel greeted when he saw that he wasn't saying anything.

”Mmh, are you okay?” Alistair asked with a frown.

”Kinda, I seem to have lost my clothes,” Marcel was really hoping he did not strip infront of everyone when he was drunk. He remember most of what happened the previous night and he didn't think he had the ability to shamelessly strip in front of everyone yet.

”Ah,” Alistair said and a look of disgust passed through his face before he fixed his expression.

”What?” Marcel asked.

”I threw them in the washer, Lydia puked all over you last night,” Alistair said with a shudder as he walked into the closet. He wanted to forget everything that he had to do last night. He had been so disgusted he wanted to throw the both of them out, but everyone was looking to him to take care of Marcel who had fallen asleep on the couch at the time.

He had dragged him upstairs, and he was happy that he had been cooperative, he then had to help him remove his clothes and wipe him down because it didn't sit well with him that he would climb into his bed in such a state. As he was wiping him down he was even called Liam and treated like a child. He had set his mind to stay away from Lydia, she was too much of an inconvenience.

Marcel curiously looked at Alistair's back before his eyebrows furrowed.

\u003cCan you show me what happened last night? \u003e Marcel asked Avian and Avian replayed everything that had happened. Marcel had fallen asleep on the couch on the later part of the night and he wasn't the only one who had ended up sleeping. He was resting on the comfortable back of the couch with a pillow behind his head, even though he was sitting up he had been comfortable.

Lydia was still clinging on to his arm even though he wasn't responding to her anymore. As Marcel continued to watch a frown appeared on his face. Wasn't he being taken advantage of? As Lydia was trying to get comfortable she snuggled against him and rested her head on his shoulder. Marcel's frown had gotten even worse when he saw this.

Everyone else was talking to each other and didn't bother much with her as they figured that they were just drunk and she wasn't trying to do anything excessive, that was until she puked all over his clothes.

Marcel grimaced in disgust at the sight but almost laughed when he saw Alistair's expression. It was so much worse than his. He understood that Alistair did not have mysophobia but he liked things being clean.

When the other housemates saw what happened they quickly took her off him and took her to the bathroom.

”Can you take care of him?” Lauren asked Alistair who was left alone with Marcel and even though Marcel was now feeling disgusted about what happened he couldn't help but smile at his expression, he did not know he could make such a face from how serious he always appeared all the time.

From then on, Marcel watched as Alistair did his best to clean him up even though he was feeling very reluctant, he did not want to imagine sleeping in the same room with anything that smelled like throw-up so he was very thorough.

Alistair came out of the closet with swimming trunks and a tank top and a towel. He saw that Marcel was zoned out and figured that he was trying to recall what happened.

”You really got puked on last night,” Alistair said snapping Marcel out of his thoughts.