Stevie and Nate Fic

This is do bad omg

Stevie hadn't realized how drunk she was until she almost fell over walking up the stairs. She didn't know quite why she was waking up the stairs but she was and she was heading towards the boys rooms.
She walked past Hayes old room and winced, he might've deserved it honestly but what happened to him was still horrible. She walked straight past David's room and planted her feet in front of Nate's. She wasn't sure why she felt like she has to talk to him but honestly David probably wouldn't take it wonderfully if she stumbled into his room this drunk.
She'd never really been this drunk. It was weird. Her brain felt like it had been aggressively fucked for the last two hours and was now in a daze. Why was that her first thought to describe it -
She reached up and knocked on Nate's door, honestly expecting him to be asleep. She wasn't asleep, as it became evident when he answered the door.
"Hey, it's like 2 in the morning, what's up?", he didn't look like he'd just been woken up so he had no place to emphasize the time but she let it slide.
"Um, I honestly don't know I just wanted to talk to you", She tried to say but her words came out much more slurred then she expected.
"Are you okay? Are you drunk?", Nate looked at her, concerned.
"Yeah, definitely.", She laughed as Nate guided her onto his bed and shut the door.
"Of course you are, well this is great. Did you get it from Ellie?", Nate brought his desk chair to be directly across from where Stevie say on his bed.
"Yeah, where else would I get it?"
"Okay, um, well you stay here, like for the night so you don't pass out and choke on your vomit and die in the middle of the night, I still need to write another thousand words tonight so don't, like do anything.", He pushed his desk chair back to his desk and started typing.
After a seemingly long pause Stevie felt the need to say something, "Sooooo, what're you writing?"
"My book?"
"Can I read it?!", She was very excited to read it.
"Yeah, just not when you're so drunk you can barely stand", he turned to look at her.
"I can stand!", she tried to prove it and fell backwards, back on the bed, "That was a bad example."
Nate chuckled and turned back to his laptop. He typed for awhile longer before the silence was broken again, but this time by him, "Why did you come to me and not David or Janelle?"
Stevie, now laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling replied, "Because you're my best friend.", she took a pause, "And also they have like normal sleep schedules."
"I have a normal sleep schedule", Nate said, in mock defensiveness.
"I also didn't want to talk to David right now. What if i said something stupid like, oh by the way I'm bisexual and also not really into you but very definitely into my best friend", after saying that Stevie settles back into silence, only leaving Nate to wonder which best friend.
She had just said he was her best friend but he knew that Janelle was also considered her best friend. She decided to ignore that she had just come out to him as well. It didn't seem like it was on purpose.
He supposed her not speaking was good, it left him time to figure out if he wanted her to like him. Yes, definitely yes. Well that was easy. He felt like he had to say something, or maybe he could pretend this never happened.
That was probably not the best solution but it sure was the easiest.
Stevie was quick to break the silence once again, "Oooh, we should play truth or dare!"
"What about just truth?"
"Ugh, fine. You're so boring. Ok, um, first question, who's your favorite author?"
"Um, probsbly J.R.R Tolkien, he write the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings. Ok next question, who do you like?", that was a forward way to figure it out he decided.
"That's a silly question, I just told you. You! I should probably say David. We're not even officially actually together so it doesn't really matter I think."
So it was him, she meant him. Nate has no idea what to say next but luckily Stevie saved the day, again.
"So, since you asked it's only fair I do. Who do you like?"
"Oh, um, You?", it sounded more like a question but he wasn't lying, he did like her.
"You don't have to lie since I just confessed to you, I'll probably be over it in like a week anyways."
That comment stung more than Stevie intended, "What if I don't want you to get over it?", By now Nate had moved to sit on the floor in front of her.
"Then I'd do this.", She leaned in towards him and before he knew what was happening their lips had connected.
At first Nate leaned into the kiss but after a moment he pulled away, "No, Stevie you're drunk we can't do anything.", He mover his hands around to emphasize 'anything'.
"It's not like you're taking advantage of me or anything, I initiated it."
"I know, but it just feels wrong. Can we please just wait until tomorrow when you're sober?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I don't want you to be uncomfortable.", Stevie backed up a little bit, "You should finish your writing you had to do tonight."
"Yeah, you're right.", Nate lifted himself back into his desk chair.
He felt like he fucked everything up. No, he didn't, he set boundaries and made sure they were both comfortable. That was important.
He continued to write for about 20 more minutes then turned the chair around, "I can sleep on the floor if you want, unless you want to go back to your room. I still don't think it's a good idea 'cause there's still that chance you could vomit and like choke and it and die. But um I won't stop you."
"Can you sleep in the bed with me?"
"Oh, um, yeah. Yeah sure.", Stevie shouldn't have found him getting flustered as amusing as she did.
Once he lied on the bed Stevie pulled his arm around her, at first he was kind of stiff, like he was nervous but then he settled into the position. They both fell asleep rather quickly.
In the mornibg they woke up to the sound of Nate's alarm blaring.
"Please turn that off, I have a horrible headache.", Stevie groaned.
"I'm not surprised, I doubt you've ever been that drunk. Actually scratch that, I doubt you've ever been drunk in general.", Nate chuckled as he grabbed his phone and shut off the alarm, "Luckily, we don't have classes today."
"Good, because i'm not leaving this bed."
"If you leave my room you know everyone's gonna think we boned last night"
"Stop saying boned oh my god."
"I only say it to piss you off."
"I despise you."
"Uhm, that's why you were trying to shove your tongue down my throat last night"
"Shut up I hate you.", Stevie was blushing furiously.

I wrote this at like 3 am a few weeks ago it's not good but it sure is something !