Need a drink? - [Male OC X Ford Pines] - Complete

8: Sleep Over

I looked up at the open window, the path to which I knew so well. It looked really high as I was falling from my own.

Ford's head appeared over the side of the fire escape. "Are you good?"

"Uh, yeah." I steadied myself as I stepped up onto the ladder. "I'm okay."

Stan looked over the edge beside his brother. "You sure?"

I arrived at the third floor woozy. "Maybe... I need some help..." I felt like I was falling back even though my hands held tight to the sides of the fire escape. Three steps forward and I'd be in my boyfriend's room but now I couldn't move.

Stan and Ford were suddenly besides me, grabbing into my dirty shirt and pulling me to the window. They helped me through the window and sat me down against the post of their bunk bed.

"Thanks guys," I said, drawing my knees to my chest. "I'll be back on earth soon."

"I can't believe you, James 'smoking-is-bad' Porter, got high enough to talk about some wolf lady in the sky." Stan laughed as he sat beside me. "That'd be like Poindexter getting drunk. Unbelievable."

"Yeah," I mumbled. "It was pretty exaggerated on my part..."

"Here." Ford offered me a water bottle. "Drink."

"Okay," I said taking it. I drank the water as ordered.

"So why'd you do it?" Stan asked.

"Because..." Because a cop almost caught your brother screwing me in the ass. "Because my dad has cancer. I needed a release." I felt a tear roll down my face. "It's terminal. He-he'll be gone in a month."

Stan put his hands up in surrender. "I'm no good at emotional turmoil." He got up. "I'm out. Ford, you're up to bat."

Ford sat beside me. "I'm not much better but I can listen."

I let myself tip over, laying my head on his lap as I cried. I wasn't usually this emotional myself but I didn't care. I didn't car that Stan was sitting there. I didn't care that I was laying in the lap of the boy who I'd fucked only two hours ago. I didn't care that crying was something Mr. Pines would have said was something only girls did.

Ford patted my arm awkwardly.

"I'll, uh, I'll just go get us some food or something." Stan left, closing the door behind him.

"I- I'm- I'm sorry, F-Ford." I calmed myself, breathing heavily. I rolled over so that my head was facing his stomach. "I'm- I'm still a lit-little high."

"It's okay," Ford sighed. He caressed my face. "It's... It's been an emotional night for both of us."

"Do..." I sniffled as I rolled into my back. "Do you regret it? What we did?"

Ford shook his head. "Not for a zeptosecond."

I smiled. "I- I don't know wh-what that is."

"One trillionth of a billionth of a second."

"Y-You're so smart," I said, grabbing his hand.

Ford ran his hand through my hair. "So are you, King."

"I'm just a pretty face," I said, closing my eyes as he played with my hair.

"The prettiest," Ford said.

I giggled involuntarily. "Uh..." I opened my eyes, looking at Ford.

Ford looked like he was trying not to laugh. "Did you like that? Being called pretty?"

I smiled and squeezed his hand. "Mhm."

"How about gorgeous?" Ford chuckled. "Or beautiful?"

I laughed. "God, Ford. You make me putty in your hands."