✨80s/90s imagines✨

Drunk// Michael J Fox

Me and Michael have been best friends literally since I can remember. Normally when people look back at their childhood they see themselves with loads of different people but no I only see myself with Michael. For years people have been saying to us.

'Why aren't you two a couple yet?'

Or,

'You two will look so good together.'

But we never really thought much of it. Till today.

"Hey, Mike do you wanna maybe go out for a few drinks tonight?" I asked him through the phone. I heard slight muttering.

"Sure. Why not." He said smiling.

"Cool. When do you wanna go?" I questioned. "Um, I'll pick you up in about 3 hours." He said.

"Perfect! Can't wait to see ya!" I squealed.

"Great! I'll pick you up in my brand new DeLorean." He said as he hung up.

I was stunned. I mean, I know he's just finished filming his brand new, up coming 'blockbuster' but that is just mental!

"Anyway, better find something to wear. It's only 2 and a half hours till he picks me up." I said to myself as I walked to my bedroom and rummaged through everything I have. Once I found something, I got dressed and looked in the mirror.

"This looks good, don't it." I said as I looked at myself from different angles.

I heard a knock at the door as I ran to it.

I opened the door.

"Hi." He said as he leaned on the side of the door frame.

"Hey, I'll just grab my purse." I said as he stopped me.

"No. I won't let ya. I'll pay for everything tonight." He said as he grasped my hand and I locked the door.

We were onto our second bar.

"You know. I liked you the minute I laid eyes on you in third grade." He slurred as he lent his hand on my thigh. I cleared my throat as I tried to move his hand.

"I'm sorry, but I need you to move him out of here. Now!" The bar attendant said to us both.

"Sorry. Come on, Mike, let's get you home." I grunted, lifting him off of the barstool as he collapsed on my shoulder.

I was carrying him down the road, to the car as I noticed that he couldn't drive. I sighed as I rummaged around myself for the keys. I shut my eyes as I moved my hands to his pants pockets. He smirked as he moved his hands up and down my body. Once I found the keys, I slapped his hands away.

I sat him in the front seat next to me as I started the car and drove off. He muttered something as he turned to me.

"I love you." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm sure you do." I mumbled to myself, gripping the steering wheel.

"No, really. I do. I loved you since we left school, five years ago." He said as he moved his hand back to my thigh.

This was gonna be a long ride home.

Once we did reach home, I pulled the keys out of the ignition and began walking up to my front door before I turned to him,

"Look, you can stay at mine, just for tonight-"

I was cut off as he held me against my front door, kissing me roughly. I let go after a few seconds.

"Look, Mike. You don't want to do this." I said.

"Why? I'll never stop loving you." He said, holding my face with his hands.

"No, you will. Once you sober up tomorrow, you would have forgotten about all this and moved on." I said as I turned around to try to unlock the front door.

"I'm pretty sure, I won't. Like I told you, I have loved you since we left school." He sighed as he shut the door behind him.

"Yes. But wait till you find someone-"

I stopped as I noticed that he had passed out on the couch. I sighed.

"Here we go." I said to myself as I walked into my bedroom.