I was at a party, clicking my cup with Anikas as we stood at the drinks table.
"Girl you need a hookup," Anika said.
"Why?" I laughed shoving her shoulder.
"Some drama I guess?" She shrugged laughing.
She and I find ourselves scanning the room five minutes later.
"What about him?" She asks.
"Too short."
"That guy there."
"Hell no."
"Okay, okay. But him?"
"Ethan?" I ask.
"Yeah." She says turning to me.
"I'd have to be at least ten drinks in for that," we both laugh at the thought.
Ten drinks later I'm approaching him.
"Heyy Ethan," I slur leaning my hands on his chest.
He puts his hands over mine, looking down at me.
"You know you don't look like you're having a good time," I slur leaning towards him.
"I-"
"Would you like to have a good time?" I ask.
He shifts and shakes his head, leaning back.
"Okay, you are drunk," He chuckles.
"Noo, I'm not. Please Ethan. I want you so bad," I slur leaning closer then before.
He stares at me with wide eyes.
"Okay home time for you y/n," he grabs me by the waist and leads me towards the rest of the group.
"Guys I'm taking y/n home," he shouts over the music.
"If you touch one hair on her head I swear-"
Mindy gets cut off by Chad.
"Okay be safe."
He puts my arm around his shoulder as I sway, and begins the walk home.
"Why are you helping me?" I slur.
"Because, I'm a good person," he laughs.
"Is that the only reason?" I stop walking as tears spill in my eyes.
"No, hey hey I'm joking. I care about you okay, please don't cry," he wipes my face and holds my head against his chest.
"No it's not that. I'm just emotional," I whisper.
"Oh so a sad drunk then," he laughs and we continue walking home.
By the time we reach my apartment, I've sobered up.
"So this is you," he says.
"Can you stay. Please?" I plead.
"Oh fine," he mutters.
I open the door and walk straight to my room, him following shyly behind.
"So you live alone?" He asks looking around my room.
"No I live with Anika?" I say.
"Oh yeah, forgot," he mutters, continuing to look around.
He walks over to my poster wall, that's littered with pictures of me and people in my life. His eyes stop on a picture of me and a guy. His head resting on my head.
"That's my brother. Before you get jealous." I say.
"I won't get jealous," he says defensively looking over at me.
