Multifandom Imagines/Preferences

Drunk - Wil Wheaton

Your POV~~
I was currently crying on my bay window. I couldn't believe Tommy (C. Thomas Howell) had blown me off like this. He was a couple years older than me, but still, didn't he at least have the decency to be a little more sympathetic, I mean breaking up over a phone call was real low. I looked out my window, the night sky was covered in stars. I got up from my window and hoped onto my bed. It was Saturday around 8:45 ish but I was still exhausted. I pulled the covers over my head to conceal myself from the real world, the cruel world. I woke up the next morning, still feeling horrible about myself. I hoped in the shower to wash my tear stained face and clean myself from all stress. I decided to go on a walk to clear my mind. I walked past the park, and saw him. Thomas, sitting with a girl who looked like a prostitute. I avoided his glance at me and continued walking. I walked past the record store, the paint store, the cafe. Soon I found myself at Corey Haim's doorstep. There was a party and I decided attend so once again clear my mind. When I opened the door the strong scent of alcohol filled my nose, making me cringe. Corey waved me over to where he was standing. I recognized everyone, especially Wil Wheaton, who I had secretly had a crush on since I was 15. I was handed a beer bottle, which I reluctantly took a sip of. I had lost count of how beers I had. I stopped counting at 3. I felt extremely bubbly and weird, but good. The party was dying down, it was close to 3:00 in the morning. I plopped onto Corey's couch and fell asleep. I woke up to beautiful brown eyes. Wil. "Man, you were hammered. You also say really weird things when you sleep." Wil joked. "Have you been watching me sleep?"I asked. He shrugged, "Just to make sure you were still alive, you've been out for a solid 5 hours." My eyes widened. "And what did I say when I was drunk and asleep?" I asked curiously. "Well, you told Corey that his hair looked like  paintbrush, you said that you hated Tom, and..." he stopped. "And what?" What else did I say? "You said that you loved me." Oh shit. I smiled nervously, then burped. That's what I do when I'm nervous, burp. Wil looked at me confused. "I guess alcohol does make you tell the truth." I mumbled. Wil looked up  at me. "So you do?" I nodded slowly. He smiled. "I love you too Y/N, bow let's get out of this place and go somewhere where you don't have to deal with paintbrush haired guys." He said standing up.