Case 420 /finished BxB/

8. aftermath

A/N

QOTC

if this took place in a zombie movie who do you think is more likely to survive?

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"You're too heavy" Ash says struggling to walk me through the small streets. "No I'm a light feather" I say protesting his words. Standing up straight for a few seccomds before i let my full bodyweight rest on his shoulders.

It is painfully obvious that I shouldn't have drank the last shot.

"I don't even know the directions to your house" Ash says and I lean even more onto his shoulder. "I want to sleep" I announce to him and he stands me upright.

"If you fall asleep right now I will leave you here on the ground" I say and I shake my head. "Asssshhhhh" I whisper into his ear and he shivers. I giggle at his reaction and he looks at me with a death stare.

Ash didn't even bother getting the address to my apartment and took me to his apartment instead.
On the way there he was contemplating leaving me in a ditch but decided against it.

When I enter his apartment I dance around the small space. The club songs are still fresh in my mind echoing all through it making some weird mash-up.

I hum a few songs through each other. After a few minutes, I realize where I am again and stand still. "Hey Ash" I say like I was seeing him for the first time today.

"Hey" he says playing into the part. He walks through the apartment and into the living room returning with some pillows and blankets.

He lets them fall there and points at them. "these are for you" he says to me and I squint my eyes. "On a couch?!" I ask a little too loud. he shakes his head yes in a pleased way and crosses his arms.

Even drunk me couldn't imagine myself sleeping there. I walk to Ash and put my hands on his face a little too hard causing it to make a soft slap sound.

"Oops" I say and I move my hands on his face and squish his cheeks together making his lips pouted . I feel like a kid again who just discovered play dough. I laugh at him and he looks very pissed off at me.

I let my hands go and pick up the blanket and pillow almost falling over the messy coffee table in the progress.

I walk to the bedroom and put the stuff on the bed. I haven't been in his bedroom before.

It was a normal-sized room and a basic double bed with a nightstand next to it and a closet shoved in the corner. A half-dead plants rest next to the closet and the bed is unmade and had dark blue sheets covering them.

Ash follows me and tries to push me out of the room. I didn't even budge a bit because of our weight difference. "Agh just listen to me" he groans. "Just accept the defeat" I say.

I squat through my legs and place my arm on his legs right under his ass lifting him. He falls over my shoulder and I hold him there.

I move to the bed with him on my shoulder and ash almost kicking me in my face. I put him down on the bed and fall right after him resting myself over him. I am pretty sure I was crushing him under myself but I don't care. He wasnt struggling to move or screaming to help so aslong as he isnt dying i wont move.

I fell asleep after a few seconds. Being fully dressed wasn't the most comfortable but being crushed by my weight might not be comfortable either.

I wake up with the worst headache of my life. Fuck, I shouldn't have drank this much. Or at all. I rub my hands over my eyes and sit up on the bed.