FOOL, carlos madrigal.

019.

DRUNK CONFESSION

summary: carlos is drunk. he says some stupid shit.

they/them pronouns used

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"heyyy, y/n," carlos slurred on his words, hanging his arm around his best friend's shoulder.

"um... hey?" they looked at him confusedly. "why are you... ay dios mío! carlos, are you drunk?"

"n-no! i'm nottt.. d-drunk," he hiccuped. carlos started mumbling to himself. "drunk, drunk, drunk. hehe, that's a funny word."

"carlos, this isn't funny," y/n sighed. "i'm gonna get señora pepa."

"nooo," carlos clung onto their arm. y/n tried to pull away from his grasp but he was too strong. plus, he was putting all his weight on them.

they exhaled loudly, giving up. they awkwardly gave a pat on his head as he cuddled into them. carlos let out little giggles. fuck, he's so cute like that, y/n bit their lip as they watched him.

y/n slid down the wall and sat against it while carlos was still clung onto them. carlos closed his eyes and rested his head on their shoulder. y/n snapped their fingers, "hey. wake up, i still have to get you to your room."

"hmp! no," carlos pouted. "your shoulder is comfor- com... confomtuble."

y/n laughed at him, "you mean comfortable?"

"yeah, that's what i said!" he nodded.

"alright, we'll rest here for a few minutes," they sighed. carlos smiled and hummed victoriously. "where the hell did you even get alcohol?"

"oh! these older teenagers gave me some!" carlos exclaimed.

y/n groaned in disappointment. "carlos, you're not supposed to take stuff from people you don't know. didn't your parents taught you that basic rule?"

"w-well, i was just corius!"

"curious."

"yeah, yeah."

y/n sighed and turned their head to look at the crowds of people. none of them seemed to be paying attention to the drunk madrigal. carlos felt y/n moving and immediately started whining, "hey, where you going?"

"come on, i have to take you to your room before any of your family sees you," they stood up. they held their hand out so he can grab it.

the maroon wearing boy stared at their outstretched hand. he crosses his arms, "carry me."

"¿perdón?" y/n gaped.

"i'm too tired," carlos whined. "so be a good best fren and carry me!"

"jesus, you're acting and talking like a baby!" they rolled their eyes. they kneeled down and swiped their arms underneath his legs. carlos wraps his arms around their neck as they pulled him up from the floor. "this is embarrassing," y/n mumbled.

"take me to my room, my loyal servant!" he giggled.

"i should just drop you on the floor."

"noooo!"

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y/n laid carlos on his bed. thankfully, no one said anything to them. but they definitely knew people saw them.

carlos cuddled up in his bed and yawned. y/n tugged on his ruana and he smirks, "ooh i didn't know you wanted me so bad, y/n/n."

they went and smacked him in the head, "idiota! i'm just taking your ruana off for you. can't have you sleeping in that."