Edge Imagines

Drunken Confessions

You sat on the couch in your living room, a random show playing softly on the tv. You looked over to the clock, it was getting pretty late, 11:45 pm. You really did probably need to get in bed, you had a long day of driving to the next show tomorrow. But you really had to enjoy the small amount of time each week that you got to actually spend in your own home. Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door. That was odd, you couldn't think of anyone that would need you this late, and if they did, why didn't they just call you on your phone. You got up off the couch and over to the door. When you opened it, there was a very rough and drunk looking Adam. You could small the alcohol radiating off of him from the other side of the door, and that made you cringe a little.

"Adam?" You questioned.

"Hey y/n." He hiccuped.

You sighed a bit, knowing what you're job for the rest of the night was. You and him were best friends, and this happened somewhat often. Adam would go to a bar with Christian and a bunch of the other guys, get absolutely wasted, and then stumble over to your doorstep or hotel room, and every single time, you took care of him. It didn't happen too often, Adam wasn't an alcoholic or anything, but at least every three months, this happened. You guess it worked out pretty well this time because you had to drive with him tomorrow anyways. You gestured for him to come in, you closed the door behind him. You took in his appearance, disheveled hair, a spill of whatever he was drinking on his blue shirt, his eyes all droopy and tired looking.

"Looks like you had a good time tonight." You commented.

He nodded enthusiastically. You just shook your head with a smile. The scent radiating off of him was nauseating, so you knew you had to get a very drunk Adam into the shower, and it definitely wasn't an easy thing to do.

"Let's get you into the shower." You said, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

"Do I have to?" He pouted.

"Yes, you smell horrid." You replied.

Adam sniffed his shirt and shrugged. You began to strip him down to only his underwear.

"You good to shower yourself?" You raised an eyebrow.

Adam nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I can do it." His words slurred.

You nodded, turning on the shower and motioning for him to get in. "I'm going to go get you a towel and some clothes, you get in there."

He gave you a thumbs up, and with that you went to gather a towel and some clothes. Lucky for him, he had some spare clothes here. You grabbed the shirt and shorts, and then grabbed a towel, heading back to the bathroom.

"Y/n." He called for you.

"Right here." You replied, laying down the towels and clothes.

Adam poked his head out of the shower curtain, a goofy smile on his face when he saw you.

"You done?" You asked him. He nodded. "Okay, your towel and clothes are right here, I'll be outside the door if you need me. Soon enough, he got changed and dried off before coming back out the door. Getting him showered tonight ended up being way easier than you thought, usually it was a whole ordeal. You walked over to the kitchen, Adam stumbling behind you. You sat him down at the table and handed him a bottle of water.

"Drink that." You told him.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because it'll help you a little bit in the morning." You explained.

"Help me? C'mon y/n, I'm not even that drunk." Adam said, his words slurring together, a hiccup or two here and there.

"Oh really?" You spoke, unconvinced.