𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙱𝚘𝚢 (𝚋𝚡𝚋)

29.

It was quiet in their bedroom, seeing as it was three am. Both of their phones were charging, sitting on their nightstands.

Shawn was laying on his stomach, his hands shoved under his pillow with the blanket sitting low on the waist. Jaxon was beside him, laying on his side with his hand shoved down in Shawn's pajama pants, resting on his lower back.

They were both in a deep slumber, their kitten laying down on the pile of clothes on the floor that needed to be washed.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

Jaxon groans at the noise, leaning on his back. He brings his hand up to rub his eyes, yawning.

Shawn also hears the buzzing, lifting his head a little bit to reach out to grab his phone. He puts his phone to his ear, turning over to lie on his side. "Hello?"

"S'at the bar. Drank a bottle and I don't think I can drive. I'm impaired."

"What?" Shawn sits up in the bed, rubbing his eyes. "Gav? What the fuck?"

"Emember' the rules? You come to get me and I come to get you? I'm at a bar and I can't drive."

"Alright, alright. What bar are you at?" Shawn shoves the comforter off his body, walking to the dresser to grab a shirt.

"I don't fuckin' know. Lots'a lights and music. And the floor is all sticky."

"Fuck," Shawn removes the phone from his ear, clicking on Gavin's contact to see his location. He puts the phone back to his ear. "Alright. I'll be there in a sec. Stay put, you got it?"

"Mhm." Shawn hangs up the phone and shoves it into his pajama pants.

"What happened?" He hears from the bed where Jaxon was still half asleep. He had curled up to the pillow, squinting his eyes.

Shawn slides his shirt over his head, walking over to the bed. "Gotta go get Gav. He's shitfaced, and needs a ride."

Jaxon nods his head. "What time is it?"

"Close to four. I should head out, he's twenty minutes away," Shawn leans down and kisses Jaxon once. "Love you."

Jaxon reaches out, "Want me to come with?"

"No, it's okay baby. Just go back to sleep."

"Okay. Love you too. Be safe."

**
Jaxon couldn't sleep until he knew Shawn was safe, so instead he got the couch ready for Gavin to sleep on. He grabs a blanket from the bedroom just as Shawn walked into the house with Gavin.

Jaxon looks down at Gavin's puke-covered shirt and cringes. He walks off the bedroom to grab one of Shawn's shirts he can change into. "Here you go."

Shawn sits him down on the couch. "You need to change, Gav."

Gavin looks down at his shirt and frowns. "But I like this shirt." He complains.

"It's covered in vomit, Gavin."

Gavin reaches his hand to try and wipe it off, causing Jaxon to have to walk away. "Ew, Gavin. Fuck, come on. Let's go shower."

After getting Gavin showered and changed into clean clothes, Jaxon sat with him on the couch. He passes him a water bottle. "Drink some?"

Gavin grabs the bottle of water, chugging it half empty. He lays down on the pillows and sighs. "My dad called."

Jaxon frowns and places his hand on Gavin's back. "Really? What did he say?"

Gavin closes his eyes. "Wants to have dinner with me."

Jaxon furrows his brows for a second and nods his head. "What did you say back?"

Gavin doesn't reply, having fallen asleep. Shawn walks back from throwing Gavin's clothes in the washer. "Clothes are washing. He sleep?"

"Mhm," Jaxon stands up from the couch, putting the blanket over Gavin's sleeping figure.

The couple steps away to their bedroom, Shawn taking off his shoes and the shirt he put on to get back into bed. "Maybe he misses Chantel already," Shawn says.

Jaxon climbs into bed next to him, laying his head down. "I think I know why he's so plastered right now."

Shawn opens his eyes, turning to look at Jaxon. "Why?"

"He said his dad called. Wants to take him out to dinner."

Shawn raises his eyebrows. "Oh shit. What did Gav say?"

"He didn't tell me. He fell asleep," Jaxon shrugs his shoulders. "When's the last time Gav's talked to his dad?"

"Uh...That day his dad stood him up. Remember? It was his mom's birthday, I think. His dad said they'd meet up but he never showed."

"That was years ago."

"I know," Shawn sighs. "I'll talk to him in the morning," Shawn turns off the lamp, kissing Jaxon on the lips. "Go back to bed."

**
Jaxon was off to school by the time Gavin woke up. Shawn was in the kitchen, cooking some breakfast for him.

Gavin groans as he sits up on the couch. He rubs his eyes aggressively as he looks around the apartment. He furrows his brows and turns around to look at Shawn.

He stands up from the couch, throwing the blanket down on the couch, and stands up. "Mornin'."

Shawn turns around and nods. "Mornin', man." He passes a plate to Gavin. "Hangover cure?"

Gavin grabs the plate and nods. "Thanks." He walks over to the table, sits down, and begins to eat his food.

Shawn grabs himself a mug, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He walks over to sit next to Gavin. "So."

Gavin looks up. "So what?"

"Wanna talk about you getting shitfaced on a Sunday night?" Shawn sips his coffee.

"It's was nothin', man. I was just having fun."

"That was fun?" Shawn asks. "You calling me at damn near four in the morning?"

Gavin takes another bite and shakes his head. "Whatever man."

"Jax said your dad called," Shawn says.

Gavin furrows his brows and looks up at him. "What? How did he know that?"

"You told him last night," Shawn takes another sip. "Talk to me. What happened?"

Gavin sighs and sets his fork down. "Jackass called. Wants to get dinner with me."

"Are you gonna go?" Shawn asks.

Gavin shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know," He brings his hand up to his hair. "I'm fuckin' scared. Last time he...He just-."

"I get it, man."

"I wanna go, I think. I think I wanna go but I don't want to be stood up again. And I...I don't wanna go alone."

"I'll go with you." Shawn nods his head. "If you really wanna go just let me know. But don't be getting shitfaced in the middle of the night again. Remember?"

**