5quad imagines

Drunken love- nick bean imagine

A/n: so I decided to add songs to the imagines! To listen to the song just click on the media on top^

Song: One by Ed sheeran

I yawn and look up from the book I'm reading. The alarm clock on our desk, next to a picture of us reads 3:41 a.m. Where is he? Nick is almost never out this late... Actually he is but not on weekdays.. I place my book down onto my night stand over to the desk. Sitting in the desk chair, I pick up the photo. It's from when we were 7, my birthday party. I was wearing a hot pink boa with a black dress and a plastic crown with pink fuzz on it. Nick was dressed up as a merman which he's strangely obsessed with, it was close to Halloween so everyone dressed up in their outfits. I smile, remembering the silly string we got all over out clothes and faces, because we thought it would be fun to have a silly string war. Our parents were so mad because we ruined our outfits.

I put the frame down, and pick up my phone, no messages. He said he was going out with the same 4 other guys, I hope he didn't do anything like egg a house, which is something he would do, or maybe be passed out in an alley by the owners of the house he egged, IF HE EVEN DID EGG A HOUSE!... Nick never does this. He never stays out until early hours if the morning unless it's a weekend, which it's not. I, on the other hand would have been staying up this late reading anyway... But still! He could be dead for all I know. Maybe ate too many burnt zucchinis, or put alcohol in the stupid zucchini.. Now that I think of it that sounds like something he would do. Ugh! Y/n calm your pits he's fine! Sighing, I get up and walk to the small kitchen we have. Another picture stuck on the fridge with a magnet greets me as I pull it's door open. This one is from our high school graduation, which wasn't too long ago. We're pulling off silly faces and throwing those weird hats. I was so glad to be out of that school and facing the world. I take out a cup and fill it with ice water, sipping it carefully.

Nick and I have been best friends since I could remember. We went to elementary school, middle school, and high school together. And now we share an apartment at a university.

All of a sudden, I hear the front door open and close. Nick stumbles into the appartment, obviously drunk off his head. He sloppily throws his keys into the bowl by the door and runs towards me in the kitchen but hits the counter, falling to the floor. I'm frozen and trying not to laugh as he giggles like a school girl and slowly gets up.

"Nick your drunk." I state. "It's almost 4 AM!" I say going to him, letting him use my shoulders to help him maintain balance.

"Y/n!" He says throwing his arms into the air, and letting them drop to his sides. "It's almost 4 in the morning, bitch! You should be asleeeeeep!" He says putting his hands on my shoulders his beautiful green eyes wide. I laugh at him, shaking my head. He doesn't even sound like himself. He's so funny when he's drunk. We've been drunk together a couple of times, it's always pretty fun. But we don't do it often.

"Come on, Nick, you should be going to bed now."
"Wait WAIT! I want eggs please! I'm HUNNNgry!" He says waving his arm around and pointing his hand towards the kitchen and sits behind the counter, waiting patiently. "Of course you are!" I roll my eyes. I turn and see him looking in the fridge now, goofily smiling. For a second I think he crossed his eyes!
"Where's the egggggs?!"
I walk over and pull out the egg carton from the drawer in the fridge.
"They're right here. Now do you want them fried or scrambled?"
"BURNT!" He says with a quick burst of loudness causing me to jump. He giggles and jumps around in his seat. Since "BURNT!" Isn't an option, I stick with scrambled eggs. Suddenly I hear the boy's Sara voice. "Just burn that shit! Buuuuuurrrn it, Y/n!" He jumps in his seat but all of a sudden, from the corner of my eye, I watch his chair fall right on the side dragging Nick with it. My eyes grow wide and I scrunch my eyebrows together.
"Biiiiiitch I'm okkkk!" He slurs in his Sara voice. I can't help but burst out laughing as he slowly rises to his feet where his head pops above the counter watching me, resting his chin on it... Watching me admiringly. I try ignoring it and concentrate on the eggs that I've known how to cook forever. But I don't mind cooking, I actually like it. Plus, if I don't he'll never go to bed. He'll just whine for hours.