field of love || cc walker

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"Come on." CC said, looping an arm around Izzy's waist to support her. She brought her outside, making her lean on the brick wall behind her. Izzy had said she drove here, so CC started searching her pockets. They weren't in the pockets of her jacket, but soon she realized her skirt had its own pocket.

"Hey, take me to dinner first." Izzy mumbled, feeling a hand rummage in the pocket of her skirt. CC chuckled softly, finding her car keys tucked away. With a sigh of relief, she tucked them securely into her own pocket. "Looks like I'm driving you home." She muttered to herself, glancing over at Izzy who was swaying slightly against the wall.

Guiding Izzy towards her car, CC helped her into the passenger seat and made sure she was securely buckled in before getting behind the wheel herself.

She turned to Izzy who was mindlessly scrolling through her phone. She took her phone from her hands. "Here, I'll just let Liv know I'm driving you back."

"Hey, no more stalking." Izzy whined, reaching out for her phone back, but failing miserably.

CC chuckled softly at Izzy's feeble attempt to retrieve her phone. "Don't worry, just making sure Liv knows you're in good hands." She reassured, sending a quick text to Izzy's friend before handing the phone back to her.

CC started driving, the car headlights illuminating the dark street. "What's your address?"

"My dress?" Izzy looked at her quizzically. "It's a skirt you idiot."

CC sighed. "No, your address. Where you live." She clarified, hoping she'll understand this time.

"Ohh." Izzy nodded. 'It's..." She hummed, seeming to forget it so suddenly. "Uh... I think...."

CC parked on the side of the road, sighing. "Can I have your phone? Maybe I can text Liv to send me your address." Izzy nodded, handing her phone to her.

CC's relief suddenly disappeared as Izzy's phone seemed to be completely off, having no battery left. She sighed in frustration, realizing that texting Liv for Izzy's address was no longer an option. With Izzy's phone out of battery, she would have to come up with another plan.

"Alright, looks like we'll have to figure this out another way," CC muttered to herself, thinking quickly. She glanced at Izzy, who appeared to be drifting off to sleep in the passenger seat.

After a moment of consideration, CC made a decision. She knew Izzy would probably be upset and confused at her in the morning, but she found no other option. "Alright, I'm going to take you back to my place for now." She said gently, reaching over to gently shake Izzy awake.

"I'm up, I'm up." Is all Izzy said, shifting comfortably on her seat as CC started driving once more, this time to her own house.

With Izzy somewhat awake, CC continued. "We're going back to my place, okay Isabel?"

The drunk girl grimaced at the name. "Please don't ever call me that again." She mumbled. "Sounds way too similar to my mom's name. You can call me Izzy" If she told her past self she would be opening up to CC, she wouldn't have believed it.

CC glanced at her momentarily. "Do you not like your mom?"

Izzy shook her head no, a scowl presented on her face. CC wanted to pry, suddenly curious. She's always thought Izzy had the perfect life, if the instagram pictures told her that much. CC didn't need to question further, as Izzy's drunken mind let her freely talk about it.

"Hell no. She's all pretend. I'm honestly surprised she even had me and my sister." She grumbled, looking out the car window. It was evident she was starting to get upset.