Just a stupid boy

Intoxication is my enemy

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The light pattern stands out so much more when intoxicated. Red, blue, purple, green.. over and over again. Then you're no longer seeing solid colours. It's a blur, a cloud of flashing lights. With the sound of slowed TikTok songs in the background. I feel like I'm gonna pass out.

"Adreaunna?"

I recognize that voice. How could you not? It's like your favourite song. Stuck in your head for weeks, played over and over on a loop. Your comfort.

What the fuck is wrong with me when I'm drunk? I get all pathetic.. even in my thoughts.

"Adreaunna?" He repeats.

I roll my eyes and turn around to see him. He's shirtless.. (when is he not?). "Yes Vinny?" I say with a smirk. I become so aware of the slur in my words, the way the ground and everything around me is spinning, the way the music no longer sounds clear. It's an echo. A whisper even.

"You're drunk". My eyes come off the ground and up to his. He was trying to get me to look at him that whole time. I was lost in my own little world. So lost I don't even know what he just said.

"Wha-" I'm interrupted by him throwing me over his shoulder.

"Hey Asshole!" I yell while throwing my fist into his back. Everything is still unstill, and blurry.

"Oh, shush ya little hot head" Vinny chuckles. I debate on fighting or causing a scene. But I don't. I don't think I am capable.

I let out a long and exaggerated huff making him chuckle again.

"Keep laughing dumb ass". I let out a small giggle myself.

He doesn't respond and just  continues to laugh at me.

"Hey, Vinny.. where the fuck are we going?" I hate how I sound when I'm drunk. It's pathetic.

"I'm putting you to bed" he says like he's proud.

I can't help but wonder where I am going. The couch? The spare room? With him?

"You better not put me on that couch!" I try to sound intimidating, it doesn't work. I sound quite helpless actually.

"I'm not putting you on the couch dumb ass" he's talking to me like I am five. I mean.. I can't blame him. I am being a pathetic little toddler.

It occurs to me that I'm not gonna remember much in the morning. How I'll be worried about what I've said or done. And why I am with Vinny. It's embarrassing that he's looking after me like this.

We finally get inside. He sets me down on the couch and goes to the kitchen. I usually hate the feeling of this couch. But right now it seems so comfortable. I lay my head down when I hear the sink turn on, I shut my eyes.

Vinny walks back to me with a glass of water in his hand and a smile that just makes me want to smack him. It doesn't need words to tell me what he's smiling like that for.

I look up at him with a dirty look and set myself up. I look at the water In his hand and debate on taking it. I'm not sure I want to. It seems like the medicine to everything right now. But it's the fact I'm accepting help that stops me.

"Take the damn water" he says with a small grin. All though he's smiling his voice sounds firm. But also welcoming.

He moves the water towards my face to tease me into drinking it. I roll my eyes at him and grab the cup out of his hand aggressively.

I chug the water within seconds.

"Better?"

"Shut up."

We both laugh.

He sits down on the floor next to me and stares up at me on the couch. I'm not sitting myself up anymore. My head is on my hand and my other is in front of me.

"What?"

"Nothin" he responds with the hugest smirk possible.

Stop looking at me like that..

"Well.." he coughs, "you ready for bed?" He stands himself up, still trying to catch his breath while he laughs and coughs at the same time.

"You good?" I laugh at him.

He finally catches his breath and looks at me, his eyes are red and watery and his face is red. His hair is messy. And he's smiling at me while he laughs. I'm sure it's out of embarrassment but it's still adorable to me.

"I'm fine, we should go upstairs.. it's late and you're still drunk". His voice is a little rough from that traumatic moment.

I hold back a smirk and set myself up, "yeah your right".

I get up slowly.. the feeling that just went away came back all of this sudden..

I nearly collapse to the ground. It's just a blur.

I feel his hands come to my rescue. He grabs my arm and pulls me up off the ground. I still can't see anything properly. I can't speak either.

"Adreaunna?"

His voice.

"Adreaunna?"

So calming..

"Adreaunna!?"

   

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I hope this was a good first chapter.. not exactly sure. But I tried! Lol. :)

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Also, allow me to introduce myself. My name's Adreaunna.. the main character of this story is obviously based off of me. And she also shares the same qualities as myself.