Bad Boy. Good Lips.

Drunk.

I'm at home, watching a movie when I hear my phone ring. It's Michael. "Hi.", I pick it up. "Chloe", he says at the other side of the line. He sounds drunk. Is he? "I just wanted to tell you you're hot." He is. "Michael, are you drunk?" "Maybe", he giggles. "Where are you? I'm gonna pick you up.", I offer. He tells me where he is and I start to drive.

I walk inside of thw bar and spot Mikey, pouring even more alcohol down his throat. "Come on, let's go" After some minutes he's willing to follow me under protest. We get in the car and I start it. "I'm gonna bring you home", I say and look over to Michael who's already half asleep. "Can we go to your place? I don't wanna go home"

After we made it upstairs and undressed ourselves, well I had to help him, we lay in my bed, waiting for sleep to come over us. Right before I fall asleep I hear drunk Michael say quietly: "You feel like home.", he says it more to himself than go anyone else but I'm glad I heard it.