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These Grey Days - Eight Legs

I've been to a party so, I'm passed out on the patio outside of your back door, And I've been here before. 12 times, I'm slime and I've got one thing on my mind, You're on my mind.

Dean's POV

I am drunk. I am very drunk. I stumble towards a house I am very familiar with; Lizzie's house. I walked all the way here, from the bar. I was drinking to forget my love for her, but I only ended up remembering her more. "LIZ!" I yell, reaching her house. "I LOVE YOU! Come outside! Please!" I yell, stumbling backwards, towards her patio.

The drinks I had before, have different plans though. I throw up in the flowers. "Lizzieee!" I yell before I pass out.

ELIZABETH'S POV

"Bye! Thanks for dropping me off." I say to my friend and exit her car. She drives away as I walk towards my house, fumbling my bag to find my keys. "What the fuck!" I exclaim as I see someone laying on my house's front steps.

I walk slowly towards the person, ready to fend them off, if they attack me. "Dean?!" I exclaim as I see him on the ground.

I unlock my door and open it. I return to him and pick him up. I put his one arm around my neck and my hand, around his waist. I take him to my bedroom and lay him on the bed. I remove the clothes I had tossed on it and walk out of my room.

I go to the kitchen and pour a glass of water. What is he doing here? I take the glass back to my room and place it on the nightstand. I sit down on the bed next to Dean.

I place my hand on his forehead to see if he has a fever, but he seems okay. I take off his suit, leaving him with his pants and shirt. I take his shoes off too. I cover him with a blanket and grab my pyjamas, to get changed in the bathroom.

While I am brushing my teeth, I hear someone calling my name. I quickly finish what I am doing and run to my room. "Lizzie." Dean says, his eyes still closed. I go next to him and wait for him to wake up.

He opens his eyes suddenly, but closes them again because the light is too bright. "Liz?" He asks. "I'm here, Dean." I answer and I grab the glass of water. He opens his eyes fully and I place the glass on his lips. He drinks all the water.

"Do you want me to bring you some more?" I ask him. "No." He replies. "Are you still drunk?" I ask him. "Fuck yes." He replies and chuckles. "Why do you drink so much lately Dean? It's the third time I've seen you drunk in the past week." I tell him with concern. "To forget you." He tells me.

I bite the inside of my cheek. "I love you, Liz." He tells me. He can't possible mean that. "You are drunk." I tell him. "No shit Sherlock. What I am saying though, is true. You know I always speak the truth, even drunk." He says, and I know he is right.

"Do you love me back?" He asks me and sits up. "Dean, you have a girlfriend." I tell him. "Answer me." He demands. "I can't. You are in a relationship." I tell him. "I don't love her, I never did. And she doesn't love me either. She only wants me for my money." He tells me. "Then why are you with her?" I ask him. "Because if I don't-" he suddenly stops.

My intsict kicks in. I grab the bucket next to me and hand it to him just in time. He throws up in there. "How much did you drink?" I ask him when he is done. "A lot." He replies.

"I don't break up with her, because if I do, your brother will be transferred back to the borders." Dean says and starts falling backwards, passing out again. I place my hand behind his head before he can hit the headboard. I place his head gently on the pillow and tuck him in again.

What does he mean, my brother will be transferred back to the boarders? My brother is enlisted in the army near our hometown. At least now he is...

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