Bring Me Back to You

I

Pj's POV:

"I drunk, officer. I is not... I-I.... Swear!" Chris exclaims, barging in at 3:00 in the morning.

"Chris? Where have you been?" I exclaim. He said he'd be home by midnight, so I decided to wait up for him, but he never showed up.

"I told you. I'm not drunk," He slurred.

"Yeah. Well, that's not what I asked. Why don't we get you into bed and talk about this tomorrow. You're gonna have a pretty bad hangover." I say, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I... I. What hangover? I feel totally normal."

"Alright Chris. Go. To. Bed. Now," I practically yell at him.

"But... But. I can't find my thumb," He says. I look down at his fist and sigh, undoing it.

"Here's your thumb, Chris," I grumble at him. He laughs like an idiot, and I can't help but smile even though I'm pissed at him. It's weird but, every time he laughs I can't help but smile.

After helping him into his room, he takes off his shirt and undoes the covers on his bed. Without even changing into pajamas, he gets in.

"P-P-Pj!" He yells as I walk out.

"Yeah, Chris?" I ask with a sigh.

"What would happen if I woke up as a chicken nugget?" He asks. Big sigh there, as you can imagine.

"Chris, it's almost physically impossible to wake up as a chicken nugget. I promise. Now go to bed," I tell him as sternly as possible.

"B-b-b... But Pj!" He yells again.

"What Chris?" I demand.

"Will you stay with me?" He asks.

"Chris, you're not five. Just go to bed."

"But Pj, my tummy hurts," He drunkenly pouts. Like I said, the hangover from hell.

"Ugh. Fine Chris. I'll stay with you for a little while, but only if you go to sleep," I say. He holds his arms out, like he wants me to climb in with him, so begrudgingly, I do. And as soon as I do, he throws up on me.

"God dammit Chris!" I yell. He looks at me like he's about to cry.

"I'm sorry, Pj." He says. I say nothing, just go to the kitchen to get a plastic bag to clean it up with.

"Pj, are you mad at me?" He asks as I take his comforter off of his bed.

"Just a little bit," I mumble.

"I'm sorry, Chris," He says, sadly.

"You're Chris," I say.

"I... I am?" He asks. I nod.

"Yeah. Do you want me to get you a clean blanket?" I ask him.

"I wanna sleep on the couch," He remarks.

"Then go to the couch?" I suggest.

"Carry me?" He asks.

"Chris Kendall, you are not fucking five years old. If you want to sleep on the couch, then walk to the damn couch!" I yell at him.

"But my tummy hurts," He pouts.

"Chris, go to the couch," I say sternly.

"But can you carry me next time?" He asks.

"Maybe, Chris," I tell him. He smiles up at me, and I almost smile back. But I can't. I have to be authoritative, not a his friend or an overly supportive mother, if I actually want him to listen to me.

Finally, he gets up and goes to the couch.

"Pj!" He yells again.

"What the hell do you want? I have to go to bed sometime too!" I yell at him.

"My tummy still hurts."

"Go. To. Bed. Chris," I tell him.

"But I'm on the couch," He pouts.

"Then sleep," I suggest to him.

"But I'm not tired," He says.

"Just shut your fucking eyes and try to sleep because that's what I'm going to do," I say, storming off to my room.

"Pj, do we have any hands?" Chris yells from the living room. I immediately go in there, trying to figure out what the hell he's talking about.

"What, Chris?" I demand.

"Well, Carl said that hands cure tummy aches and rumblies, so maybe if I had some hands, I could feel better too," He says.

"I'm done, Chris. I'm going to bed, okay?" I tell him.

"Doctor Pj, come fix my tummy," He says.

"What?" I ask him. I honestly don't know what to say anymore.

"Well, you said you had a doctorate, so maybe you could fix me?" He asks. Again, I sigh.

"Chris, that was a doctorate in social media. It was a joke. And you're just hung over. You'll be fine," I tell him.

"But you're still a doctor, right?" He asks me.

"No, Chris. Please just... go to sleep." I beg, face planting on the couch next to him.

"Okay, Peej," He says. I don't have the energy to get up. I don't want to get up. I just lay there, next to my best friend. Maybe I am ready to kill him, and I'm probably going to in the morning, but he's still my best friend.

A/N: Hey! That was chapter one, I hope you enjoyed. My name is Katy and my best friend and cowriter's name is Lexi. We both wrote this chapter together, in hopes to give you some nice feels. I hope it worked! Let us know what you think of chapter one, we'd love some feedback.
~Katy and Lexi