Keaton pov*
We are on our way to get the boys and I am absolutely furious. "Babe. Babe. Babe!" He shouts, distracting me from my anger. "I'm sorry, what did you say? I kind of blanked out." He giggles. I can't help but giggle at the sound of his. He places his hand on my thigh. I could feel him start to make circles on my skin, for I was only wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts. I put my head back in my seat, making sure I could still see the road. "I love you." he says. "You too." I quickly respond. "What? I don't think I heard you right." He questions. "I said you too." "I'm sorry one more time." He jumps at me. "I said I love you too." I begin to laugh. "Yeah that's what I thought, babe, that's what I thought. I love them too. But I'm going to slit their throats when we find them." "Oh!?" After that he didn't say anything, probably just for effect... Hopefully.
We pull up in front of the house. We get out and walk, hand in hand, into the house. I pull him closer by the hip. He rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel his skin brush on my cheek. I kiss the top of his head. A kid from the few that were still lingering at the party walked up to us. "Hey, I know you." He said in a drunken slur. "I get that a lot." I responded looking past trying to find my brothers. "So have you seen my brothers?" I ask angrily and irritated. "Who?" The drunk kid asked me. "Never mind." I push past him giving him a shoulder check. "Dude, square up!" He trips over his own two feet trying to walk over to us, then soon forgets why he was mad because of his alcohol level.
We continue walking room after room. We even started walking into bedrooms. At one point we walked in on two people having sex. Well, they were both naked and in bed, but way too drunk to even partly understand what was happening. They hadn't even noticed us walking in.
We then go outside. I call the Wes, and Alex calls Drew. "Hey, where the hell are you guys?!" I hear Alex shout into the phone. "You got them?" I say. He raises his finger as if to shush me. "I'm sorry I can barely understand you... You're where... The car... The dark... THE PARK! We will be there soon. Don't fucking move." He says hoping he got that drunken slurred speech correct. At this point he is as pissed as I am. We were just at my house, cuddling, when all of the sudden, I get like twenty missed calls.
We are practically speeding to the park. I think we passed a few red lights on our way. We pull up at the front gate of the park. We honk the horn and the two drunken bastard's reveal themselves. They stumble around and even start climbing up the slide like the children they really are. "Let's go! Get in the car right now!" Alex shouts. Quite hot I must say. "Dang, feisty. You're kinda hot, you know that?" He turns his head and glares straight into my eyes. "I obviously know that. Did you know you need to shut up before you're single." He says. "That's okay, I have plenty of people and fans that would love me." I joke. "Ha-ha, so funny." He rolls his eyes and pulls his face toward mine, connecting our lips. "I'm glad you understand my sarcasm. It makes me love you even more." He says. Wes and Drew finally open the door to get in. They eventually decided to sit down... After I got out and forced them in the car.
On the drive home I'm almost positive they fell asleep, because of their obnoxious slurs, or lack there of. Alex and I would look at each other every few minutes. Anger was still evident in his face. "What's wrong? Don't you like dealing with two obnoxious, drunk, probably high, dips?" I ask, trying not to be too serious. "Not even just that, I absolutely hate when I get woken. I hate it with a damned passion!" I widen my eyes at his words. "Whatever." "Just because I love you doesn't mean I won't kill you." I can't believe him. He is ridiculous.
"Keaton, can I ask you a very important question?" He sounds upset. "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't you be able to?" I'm a little nervous at what he's thinking. "Do you love me? Do you love your brothers? Do they love you? How can you ever tell? Love is, after all, a literal figment of our imaginations. What is the point of trying? Life eventually ends along with everything else." I was shocked at these words. Where are they coming from? What is going on up in there? "Babe, stop. I don't like that you're thinking like that. We are on this Earth and why live miserably when we can make the fullest of it. We can talk more tomorrow but we will be at the house in a minute."
We get home moments later. We were so tired, we just crawled into my bed and fell asleep. We were faced toward each other, our arms wrapped around the other. Before he falls asleep he manages to mumble,"I hate them. "
(A/N) sorry I took forever. This chapter kinda sucks. I was a little depressed when I write this. It isn't one of my best I've just been so busy so I wanted to hurry and update as soon as possible. ASAP. But other than that... Enjoy.
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-Alex💜
