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*Your POV*
"[Y/n]!" someone hollered, their voice filled with laughter. "[Y/n]! Open the door!" There was a knock on my bedroom door. I groaned.
"What do you want?!"
"Open up! I've got a present!" the voice giggled. I groaned again and opened the door.
"Surprise!" Two-Bit yelled. He handed me a box. "Open it!"
I sighed and opened the box. I looked up at him, unamused. "Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He laughed hard. He had handed me a box of dirt. I sighed and placed it on my dresser.
"Do you like the dirt?!" he exclaimed, laughing harder.
I sighed. I loved Two-Bit very very much, but he was exhausting whenever he got drunk, which was almost ever weekend by now.
"Listen, babe," I started. "Why don't you go home and talk to me when you're not drunk?"
He sighed dramatically. "Fine." He turned around and went home. I sighed again and went back to sleep.
The next day, there was another loud knock at my door. I opened it and there for a finally-sober Two-Bit. I smiled.
"Hey babe," I said, pecking a kiss on his lips.
He sighed. "I have a headache," he groaned.
"Maybe if you didn't get drunk you wouldn't get hung over," I stated plainly.
"But I like it when I'm drunk!" he exclaimed.
"Well I don't!" I exclaimed. "Do you even REMEMBER when you do when you're drunk?!"
He frowned and shook his head no.
"Exactly," I snapped. "You could have killed someone. Or hit me. Or even worse." I gave him a look, and he got what I meant.
He gasped. "I- I didn't, did I?"
I sighed. "A few months ago, yeah, but it's over now." I looked down. "I don't care. I just want you to stop getting drunk all the time."
He frowned. "I'm really sorry. I- I really am. And I'm trying not to get drunk! Really! I really am but it's HARD!"
I sighed. "Maybe you should think about getting help. Like, from rehab."
"Rehab?!" he exclaimed. "I'm not alcoholic! I- I can stop whenever I want to."
"Really?!" I snapped. "Stop now."
"Fine!"
Sure enough, Two-Bit showed up drunk as hell. I sighed. The next day, I talked to him again.
"you need help." The moment he walked into my house that's what I said. "You should up drunk AGAIN yesterday. You said you'd stop so I gave you a chance and you blew it."
He gasped. "babe, I- I'm going to get help!"
"If you don't check yourself into rehab by tonight, we're over," I snapped. "I'm serious. I don't want to be with an alcoholic. I wanna be with you. SOBER you."
He had tears in his eyes. "Babe..."
"no! I'm not going to end up the wife of the town drunk!" I yelled. "I won't!"
"Fine!" he yelled. He stalked out.
28 Days Later
There was a knock on my door. I opened it. "Keith," I smiled. "I haven't seen you in forever! How are you?"
I just assumed Two-Bit and I had broken up, due to the fact I had gotten zero letters, zero calls and zero goodbyes.
"I- I'm good," he said. "I- I went to rehab. Like you asked. I'm better. I've stopped. And I don't plan on starting ever again."
I smiled bright and planted a huge kiss on his lips.
"That's all I ever wanted," I said.
{{Lmao I'm sorry that's so short and cheesy and it took so long the next one WILL be better. For now read, comment and vote! Ily
