The dancer boy

The dancer boy 12

*the next Sunday* Hayley's pov:
Tomorrow is Monday. Crap. I haven't got anything to wear. Since Kenny and I got together, I haven't had time to do my washing, yes I live alone, in a little bedroom house near my moms house. I just moved there like, a couple days ago. I haven't unpacked most things, but my mom said she will help me. Kenny told me he was at a party tonight, so I get to kick back and watch movies on Netflix. Yay.
Kenny's pov:
I wish Hayley went to this party with me. It's awesome. There's multiple fountains of different alcoholic beverages, it looks awesome. There's boys and girls and music and dancing. There's two girls who are really flexible. They took me to the bathroom, and one of themes kissing me, tearing my clothes of, while her friend is scratching my back and whispering in my ear: give it to me hard. In the background we hear locked out of heaven blaring. It was awesome.
*later that night* Hayley's pov:
I heard a glass break outside my lounge room door. I hear someone laughing as well, so I went to check what it was. When I opened the door, I see a drunk kenny wormald.
"Kenny what are you doing here like this?"
"What are you talking about babe?"
His voice was crackling.
"Okay Kenny, I think you have drank too much."
"NOOOO WHAT?"
"Um, do you need help. Where are you going?"
"Upstairs"
"Well, do you need help?"
Kenny stopped in his shaky way up the stairs. He had only gotten to the fifth step. He was drunk.
"Kenny? Are you going to be sick?"
No response.
"KENNY?"
"I don't know, Hayley, but ,y stomach hurts, my head hurts. I love you"
"Kenny, we need to get you to the bathroom, and some water"
I helped Kenny walk to the bathroom. He was about to throw up. It was awful I could smell the alcohol on him. When I got back with water, Kenny didn't even make any effort to vomit in the toilet. It went all over him and the floor, and there was lots of it.
Kenny's pov:
"Kenny what are you doing here like this?"
"What are you talking about babe?"
I could hardly concentrate.
"Okay Kenny, I think you have drank too much."
"NOOOO WHAT?"
"Um, do you need help. Where are you going?"
"Upstairs"
"Well, do you need help?"
I stopped right there. I was about to throw up. I was only on the fifth step as well. I was hella drunk.
"Kenny? Are you going to be sick?"
I couldn't talk.
"KENNY?"
"I don't know, Hayley, but ,y stomach hurts, my head hurts. I love you"
"Kenny, we need to get you to the bathroom, and some water"
When Hayley left to get me water, I threw up everywhere. It went all over me and the floor, and there was so much of it. I felt so ill. My head hurt like hell. When she got back, she saw me just laying there, looking awful. This is the worst drunk night I have ever had.
"Kenny, you need to drink water."
I couldn't concentrate at all.
"KENNY?"
"Okay I'll have some water"
"Thank you"
I just sat there. All of a sudden, I got a weird feeling. Then, before I could think about it, I passed out.