A Life With You - BTY VERSE

Wrong Gate

Imagine. You were asleep in your bed after a long day. You wished the arms of your boyfriend could be around you at this moment, but it was his "bro-night" as he liked to call it. You knew those kind of nights. Jokes, alcohol, music and video games were the most appreciate things on those nights. It's like living your college years over and over again. Darren texted you he'll be home late and you fall asleep before he did. While you were in a unicorn and candies world, you heard a ringtone which immediately took you back into the real world, full of non-magical creatures. Who could call you at - you check the clock - 3 am? You whine and throw your arm towards the nighstand to try to catch your phone. When you did, you laboriously opened your eyes to see who was the mysterious caller. Darren. Of course. "Hello?" you say as you pick up the phone. "Babyyyyy" Darren slowly said on the other side. He was definitely drunk. At least he took a taxi to go there. "Yep" you answer. You rub your eyes and roll on your back. "I think we have a problem honey" he said. "What's going on?" you ask, half-worried. Darren had an habit of having problems when he was drunk. "I think someone changed the locks to our house" he explained dramatically. "Oh" you say. "That would be unfortunate. But uhm I'm home right now and I haven't heard anyone change locks so I'm not surely sure about your theory". "Oh my god babe they changed our gate too! How could they have done that so quickly?" Darren said very surprised.

"Ok, just stay where you are. I'm coming to you" you say, the sheets quickly thrown away from you and the flip flops put on your feet as fast. "Ok. Be careful of the werewolves honey. I don't want you to be eaten" Darren confessed. "Well uhm thanks...see ya" you say before hanging up. He was wasted. You walk to the corridor and outside the house. When you pass through the garden in this nightfall, you wished you had put on more than just your pjs. You open the gate, waiting to see Darren but nothing. Where the hell is he? you thought. You take a step outside and look around you to find him. And there he was. In front of the neighbors' gate. You chuckle and walk to him. "Darren" you call him. "Oh! You're here!" he answers as he hugged you tightly. "Yeah" you say with a choked voice. He was hugging you so tight you could probably choke and just die. "I think your theory is definitely wrong baby. It's not our house" you explained as you pulled away from each other. "Ooooooh" Darren understood. "That's why it didn't look the same". "Yeah, probably because of that. Let's go" you took his hand and drag me to your house, being careful of closing the gate behind you. "Look at that! We have a pool!" Darren pointed. He jumped around like a kid, without leaving your hand. "Yeah, since like what? 2 years!" you grinned. You walked to the house and Darren started to get super pumped. Even more than usual. And you were so tired, you just couldn't deal with that right now. You had to find a way to make him sleepy. "This is the story of a drunk man, drunk man! He had too many Scotch in his veins, his veins!" Darren sang loudly in the living room. You rubbed your forehead, like if a idea could pop out of it like when Aladdin rubbed the lamp. And curiously, it worked!

"Darren!" you shouted. "Yes?" he stopped immediately to turn to you. Without saying a word, you took his hand and drag him along the corridor to the bathroom. You had to cool him off, literaly. Before puting him into the shower, you checked he didn't have his phone on him. Thank god it was in his jacket, the one he threw away when he comes home, and that he will probably find tomorrow between two pieces of furniture. You made him step into the shower and put the water above his head, the coldest you could. "Oh fuck why are you doing this???" Darren shouted after gasping. "That's good for what you have" you joke. This actually was pretty funny to do. Darren seemed to get used to the temperature of the water but not to your "tyrannic behavior". He sat in the shower and crossed his arms. "I won't ever talk to you again!" he repeated, his lips flinched and his eyebrows frowned as much as he could. "You're lucky I won't take a picture of you like that" you laugh. It took you 3 hours to get him out of the shower and in the bed without his wet clothes. He fell asleep right when his head touched the pillow. You sighed in relief. You put yourself in bed again, totally ready for his huge hangover tomorrow.