Not Enough ➳ t.m. au

Four

Toby was giggling quite loudly by the time we had finally come down off the roof. His breath had reeked of vodka, and his walking was slightly off each time he took a step. My arm was looped around his as I tried to keep him quiet, as mostly everyone was sleeping, and his fingers kept trying to intertwine with mine.

"You need to be quiet," I whispered to him before he looked at me with hooded eyes.

"You're the one being loud," he slurred before his pointer finger poked my nose lightly.

Slight anger had boiled in my body, but I shook it off. He couldn't control the way he was acting, but me being the sober one, and him being the overly drunk one just brought back too many past memories with my mother. With every stumble he made came a new memory and I wanted to ram my head against the wall.

"Being quiet," he whispered loudly, "is really, really hard, Ash." He let out a laugh and I nearly punched him square in the jaw. If we got caught out of our rooms past curfew, we would both be in trouble, especially with Toby in the state he was in. "Can we sit for a second?"

Before I could interject and tell him no, his legs had slid out and he was slumping against the wall, his body sliding down and his head hitting the brick quite hard.

"Toby," I nearly growled. His behavior was pissing me off now, and I had no room to be in trouble at the moment. "We need to get you to your room."

I reached for his hands, but he just pushed them away. "Can I sit here for a moment?" He looked up at me and batted his eyelashes. "Please?"

I was ready to say no, but I stopped when he took my wrist in his hand and pulled me down with him. I was nearly sitting in his lap at this point, but I hurried and scurried away. I sat across from him on the other wall, and crossed my legs like he was, my head leaned back against the wall.

"You know, Ash," he burped loudly and I almost went over and covered his mouth, but I was too exhausted by this point. "I think you're amazing."

At the sound of those words escaping his mouth, my eyes widened. He didn't mean it obviously, right? He was drunk.

"Stop, Toby." My voice was quiet as I played with the hem of my shirt. "You're drunk."

"So?" he hiccuped before laughing. "It's not like I'm lying." He held out the last word for a second and I dared to look up, my eyes meeting with his. He grinned slightly before patting his hands on the ground. "Have you been avoiding me?"

"You already asked me this." His eyes looked up to meet mine once more, and my breath caught in my throat. I hesitated before answering. "No...I'm not."

He smiled brightly, which caused a grin to spread across my lips. "Well, good, because I thought you might have been but I wasn't sure, so-" he stopped himself and his smile fell. "Please, don't avoid me."

My eyes scanned his face then and I scooted towards him until our knees were touching. Overwhelming sadness had taken over his face, and his finger were playing with the hole of his jeans above his knee. He was anxious, scared, all while he was intoxicated.

I shook my head and took his hand in mine, causing his eyes to look up and meet mine. "I won't."

A sad grin had stretched over his face but it was soon replaced by endless giggles and laughter as I tried to help him off of the floor. His legs were like jello as I drug him down the hallway, and once I reached his room, he was leaning on the wall for support.

"Ash," he hicupped before resting his hand on the side of my face, which caused me to eye him suspiciously. "Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

I was taken back by that question, and I shook my head. "That's against the rules, Toby."

"But Assshhhhh." He drug out my name and rested both his hands on my shoulders. "Please?"

"Goodnight, Toby," I stated before opening his door and lightly pushing him inside. "I'll see you tomorrow."

A smug grin spread across his lips and it was in an instant when he pulled me into a hug, his warm body pressed against mine. My arms slowly wrapped around his neck and I hugged him back tightly. When he pulled away, he was smiling brightly like an idiot.

"Goodnight," he finally replied before closing the door in my face.

I stood there for a moment before making my way back to my room, my thoughts filled with the intoxicated boy that had called me amazing.

The intoxicated boy that liked me for me.