Snake's POV
He was drunk and slurring his words, saying stupid shit, but when he sat next to me, i was confused.
I was drinking beer, and I was really drunk but you couldn't tell.
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"Snakeee?" Jund sang.
"Yes? " I said with my normal deep voice.
"I love you." He whispered in my ear.
If only he wasn't drunk.
"You're drunk Scott." I tell him.
"Yeah, but if I wasn't, I wouldn't have the courage to kiss you." He moves in front of my face, then presses his lips to mine.
"Jund, I love you but you don't love me you're just drunk. If you awoke in my arms you would be discussed." I say.
"Damitt Snake, I'm not drunk. I was acting. I wanted to see if you loved me and if you didn't I was gonna blame it on being drunk. And since you don't lov-" he paused.
Fuck he wasn't drunk and I said I loved him.
"You love me?" He asked.
I nodded my head. "Yes." I say.
"I love you too." He whispered and sat on my lap.
_X_
I awoke with someone in my arms, a killer headache and no memory of last night.
I didn't bother looking at who was in my bed knowing it wasn't going to be Jund.
Sitting up and running my head, I felt the bed shift. "What happened last night?" I say out loud.
"You... you don't remember?" A voice asked.
Jund?
"I was drunk as Fuck, I think it's funny that nobody knows when I'm drunk.... Wait why did we share a bed?" I asked hopefully but you couldn't tell in my voice.
"Y-You told me you loved me?" He asked.
"does that mean you love me?" I ask.
He nods his head, tears brimming in his eyes, and without thinking I craw on top of him and give him a long passionate kiss, before I lift but and stare into his eyes.
"I do love you." I tell him.
He wrapped his arms around me.
There is is. I have Scott Jund.
My Scott Jund.
