The musical drunkard

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(Y/N) didn't realize what had awaken her until the muffled sound of music wafted threw the wall. She couldn't quite make out the words but it sounded familiar. Making her way out the door she crept around the house following were the music was loudest. As she approached the top of the stair case the voice became clearer and she recognized it as Tom's. Making her way downstairs she peeked around the corner into the living room. It appeared empty so slowly she made her way over to the kitchen entrance nearly crawling. Threw the arching entrance she saw in the light of the fridge surrounded by empty bottles of Smirnoff, a plate of half eaten lasagna, and a spilled flask Tom. He had his guitar on his lap and played singing a song to slurred to understand. His eye lids drooped sleepily his face was bright red. As (Y/N) approached he turned and his adorably drunk self perked up. (Y-Y/N)! Your here! Yoush should shing with me! He jumped up side hugging his guitar and threw his arm around her. She raised an eyebrow eyeing the state of the room around them. How many drinks did you have?! A-am I drunk? He tilts his head to the side unable to stand properly without her support. Catching his arm as he begins to slide away she pulled the giddy drunkard to the living room. Depositing him onto the couch she turns back to shut the fridge and returns to the waiting Tom. She picks him up but before they can get to the stairs he begins to flail WAIT MY BASH!! I'll come back for it. Another attempt to make it up the stairs is quickly thwarted by the look she receives. If he had eyes tears would be streaming down his reddened face. Fine I'll get your guitar! Turning back she snatches the beaten instrument and the invisible tears dry up and a joyous goofy smile takes their place. Finally they make their way up the stairs and into Tom's room she props it up against the door and haphazardly tosses Tom onto the bed before turning to leave. His arms weakened by the alcohol in his system grab feebly at her pajamas nearly pulling her shorts down as he falls to the floor. GAAAAH!!! WHAT THE HELL TOM!?!?! The pitiful look is on his face again as he sits up Don't leave me! Pleash don't leaf! (Y/N) stands still glancing at the door but knowing that she couldn't possibly leave him alone not like this. She sighs deeply and shuts the door. Fine five minutes. She helps him one last time into bed and lays on her back looking at the ceiling. (Y/N) we love you! Tom suddenly exclaims like an over exited child. We? Oh...of course. She says as Tom points to his guitar.
THE NEXT MORNING
Edd and Alex had been less than enthusiastic being the ones chosen to find the missing (Y/N) and Tom as they had never shown up for breakfast. Now Alex eagerly snapped photo after photo while Edd lay against the wall doubled over in laughter. When Alex deemed her collection of photos complete she dashed to the top of the stairs and shouted loud enough to finally awaken the spooning couple. HEY COMMIE YOU OWE ME A TANK!!!!!

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