Another Fan Girl

How to be fake drunk.

Elijah's POV

    When I went home that night, I got a call from y/n. She had asked me to come over, she sounded hurt.
   So here I am, waiting on her doorstep. I have already rang the bell, but no answer.
Finally, after 15 minutes, a small Vietnamese girl opened the door, rubbing her eyes.
"Who are you?" She asked.
  "Who are you?" I asked,
  "I'm Jennifer, y/ns sister."
  "Aha. I'm Elijah. I'm her...friend." I said.
  "Oh, she's told me about you,"
She slammed the door in my face
I was shocked, but resorted to climbing up to her terrace.

Denis POV

I saw Elijah climbing up the balcony. I wished so much that I would be the one to be there for her.
What was I thinking?!
I thought about drinking, but I turned down the idea, I didn't want anybody getting hurt.
The pain was unbearable though. Not physical, but my heart.
I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true.
You see, a broken heart is like having broken ribs. Nobody can see it, but I hurts every time you breath.
  It wasn't until now I could comprehend her being gone, and for good this time.
I cried. I tend to cry a lot for being a man.
  But I don't care. I cry for the people I love. And I love her.
I have had plenty of Girlfriens In the past, but nothing quite like y/n.

Then I had an idea. A great one.
I knew y/n. And I knew exactly what she would do if I did this.

Sketch POV

I let myself in her room to find her crying in her bed.
I wish I would have bothered with the curtains, I could see Denis looking.
I sat next to her and played with her hair.
"Talk to me." I said.
"It's over," she cried more.
I raised my eyebrows, "what's over?"
"Denis and I"
The excitement in my bones was insane. Then I thought about Adriana.
I was being a hypocrite. I kissed her, and now I'm going to try and be with Y/n.
Wtf, Skootch.
  "Well, all things happen for a reason." I said.
  "Not this, we were perfect for each other," she complained.
  I nodded, "what happened?"
She instantly stopped crying.
"Uh, he just uh, said he wanted to break up."
"Do you think I'm stupid, y/n?"
"What?"
"I know you're lying"
"Okay fine. He...he uh, slapped me." She mumbled.
I almost burst. "He...what?" I was about to pound his ass harder than a drum.
"Please don't make a big deal of this."
Them I noticed she was laying on her side. I flipped her over and on the side of her face was a big bruise, going from her eyebrow to her lips.
  I let my finger slide over it, and she flinched.
"This is for the best. I'm beating his ass." I said, standing up.
She grabbed my wrist. "Please don't," she said, sitting up.
"Why?! He deserves more than just an ass whooping."
"Because..."
"Give me one good reason," I said, crossing my arms
She kissed me,
She kissed me.
She kissed me.
She kissed me.
1000 thoughts were racing through my head, what did this mean?
I obviously kissed back, I tried to keep my hands off her face, so I just picked her up and put her in my lap, she was light as fuck

Your POV

I knew Denis was looking at us. That's why I did it. He needed to be...punished, I guess.
But I'm not into that kind of stuff.
He picked me up and put me on his lap, which to some people would seem rough, but he was so gentle. While I was facing the window, I looked over at Denis. He was crying and his hands were covering his face.
Of course it felt terrible. I wanted to stab myself to be honest. I hate seeing him hurt. It's like being stung 1000 times by a hornet.

Denis' POV.

I didn't want to watch, but I couldn't stop. It's like I wanted to torture myself.
I saw him flip her over and she sat up, revealing a big bruise.
I can't believe I did this. I'm such a fuck up.
Then he kissed her, which I expected.
What I didn't expect was to see her kiss back.
I was ready to shoot myself. Seriously. I wanted to die.

Sketch's POV

I kept her balanced on my lap and her arms were balancing on my shoulders. Her touch was, wow.
  I wasn't sure what to do after this. Should I escalate it?
I wanted to stop, but I couldn't stop myself.
I picked her up again, and threw her curtains together, giving us privacy.
I mean, if she didn't want this, she would have stopped me.
Bang bang bang  lol this is awkward asf
This night was absolutely perfect
After...all that, we just watched YouTube,
That was perfect to me.
All through the night, there was only one thing bugging me, Adriana.
I tried so hard to get her out of my head, but it didn't help.
But I tried to forget, I just enjoyed the time I had with y/n, because something told me it wouldn't last.
  Her phone buzzed and she checked it, not telling me any info.
She typed a few things then put her phone down. But 2 seconds later, her phone buzzed once again, and she did the same thing, once again.
  "Who's that?" I asked.
  "Drunk Denis," she replied. Typing a text again.
  "Don't waste your time with him." I said.
She nodded.
  "I'm gonna go downstairs and get some cookies or something, I'll be right back." She said, getting up and wrapping a blanket around her.
  I wasn't stupid, I knew she was going to see Denis.

Denis' POV,

I thunk she was going to fall for it.
  You see, I pretended to be drunk. Because I knew she would want to come see me to talk, knowing that I wouldn't remember it when I'm sober.
  I had already been crying from previously, I had been crying nonstop for hours, I think I lost 50 percent of the water In my body,
Sure  enough, I heard my door slide open and she walked in.
I pretended to sip a bit of tequila.
She was in a blanket? Did she? No, she wouldn't do that.
She sat next to Me
"How long have you been drinking?" She asked me
"Psssh, hours, honey" I slurred,
She nodded.
"Well I guess since you won't remember this, I'll just say it." She started.
I nodded
"I slept with Elijah, but I thought of you," she confessed, playing with her ring.
My whole world came crashing down. All of it.
"Oooooo" I said.
"And I-" she started to cry.
"I wish I could say that I didn't love you anymore, but for some reason, I still can't keep you off my mind. But I know I can't be with you. And that's just how it's gonna have to be." She said, wiping her tears. She slipped off herring and opened my hand, dropping it in, and folding me fingers.
"Waitwaitwaitl what's happening? Put this back on!" I tried to slip it back onto her finger but she turned it away, I could see she wanted it back.
I cried again and my heart was pounding hard. This wasn't happening, was it?
I looked at her with a worried face, but she just looked down and cried.
"What?" I said, still keeping up with my act
  "I'm sorry Denis, I'm so so sorry for wasting your time" she kissed me one last time and tried to leave but I hung onto her arms.
  "Please don't go!" I whined
She just looked at me and cried. Then she wiggles free and leaves, just like that.
Well, there goes my whole world.
I stood at the window, with her ring still in my hand, staring.
I saw her climb up to her room and give me one last look. She gave me a look like a lost puppy would give to an owner. Then she walked inside,
The curtains were closed, but I saw the shadows.
  Somebody else, hugging her and ruffling her hair. Somebody not me.
I just stood there in shock. This wasn't happening right? This was all just a bad dream? I'd wake up with y/n in my arms and we'd be back in Los Angeles? Right?

When I realized it was all real, I had never cried so hard before.

Then I came to my senses
I stopped my eyes from crying. She would come back. I would find a way.  I always do.
We're meant for each other. That's the way of the world. I just needed a good plan. Something to win her over.
Wait.
Why was she ending it anyways?
I'm the one who laid a hand on her. So if she forgave me, than couldn't she just forgive and forget? I know what I did was wrong, but it seemed like...like she didn't want me back. That wasn't it, right? Right?