My best friend Y/N has been acting differently lately ever since she came back from a trip with her friends. She parties a lot and doesn't show up at the manor to visit much anymore. I wish she talked to me more. I was getting tired of not seeing my best friend. I honestly love that girl. She is amazing her personality brings joy to everyone, even Bruce, who doesn't smile much. He was happy that I had someone that brings me happiness and has taught me it is better to love one person than to be a playboy.
I hopped onto my motorcycle and rode to her apartment. When I got there, I knocked on the door. She opened the door and the outfit she was wearing I have never seen her in anything like it before. She's normally self-conscious (sorry if you really are self-conscious. You all shouldn't be you are all beautiful chicken nuggets), but she still looked great. In her hand, she had a flask, she doesn't drink. "Hey Y/N" I said scratching the back of my neck.
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"Hey handsome. What brings you here?" she asked slurring.
"I came to see you" I answered her question my voice laced with concern.
"Well come on in then" she said giggling and stepping aside. I walked in and she closed the door. The smell of her apartment was liquor and marijuana, my question is what the hell happened to my innocent best friend. She plopped down on the couch and I sat on the other end of the couch. "Can I ask you something handsome?" she asked me a bit quietly.
"You can ask me anything Y/N" I told her reassuringly.
"How do you tell someone that you're in love with them?" She asked with a broken voice.
"Well I would suggest telling them face to face" I answered her question scooting closer to her.
"I don't think telling my best friend would be so easy" she admitted. Note to self she is a flirtatious and emotional drunk.
"How long have you been in love with your best friend?" I asked her curiously.
"Ever since I met him at one of Bruce Wayne's galas" I started to think about the night we first met.
~Flashback~
Wayne Manor, ten years ago
An eleven year old named Y/N L/N was standing against the wall while her parents mingled with the other rich people. Y/N was busy playing with the bow on her f/c dress. She was too distracted with her bow to see a thirteen year old Richard Grayson approaching her.
"Hey" Richard greeted and her head shot up and she saw the boy in front of her.
"Hello" she greeted with a shy smile.
"What's your name? I haven't seen you around Gotham before" Richard asked.
"Y/N L/N, what is yours?" she answered his question and asked the same.
"Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick, everyone does" he told her with a smile.
"Pleased to meet you Dick" Y/N said cheerfully
"Pleasure is all mine Y/N. Would you like a tour of Gotham?" Dick asked.
"I would love one" she replied with a smile. Dick grabbed her hand and led her through the crowd and out the front door. He led her to the garage.
"Do you know how to ride a bike?" Dick asked grabbing two helmets handing them to her. She nodded. He flashed her a quick smile and turned around. He came back bringing two bikes with him. "Are you ready for an adventure?" he asked her.
"Always" she said placing the helmet on her head getting onto one of the bikes not caring that she was in a dress. She gave Dick his helmet and he got on the other bike. The two kids rode off the property and explored a bit of the city, knowing they had to get back to the manor before the end of the gala.
That was the beginning of an amazing friendship
~Flashback over~
"I bet he feels the exact same way that you do. He would be a fool if he doesn't love someone as beautiful as you back." I told her, because she currently doesn't know who I am due to the alcohol.
"I don't believe I am good enough for Dick. I love him so much. If he doesn't feel the same that is fine I will only ever care about his happiness even if that doesn't include me." She said crying. If she wasn't drunk right now I would've kissed her to shut her up and tell her I love her. If I did do that she wouldn't remember. I hugged her tightly as she cried and soon she fell asleep. I carried her to her bedroom and placed her in the bed. When I covered he up she mumbled "Stay", I climbed into bed with her and wrapped my arms around my best friend. I soon went to sleep. I need to tell her I love her in the morning.
~next morning~
Y/N's POV
I have a crazy headache. No more drinking I refuse. Why I started drinking in the first place? To answer that the question, I thought it would help me forget my feelings towards Dick. I opened my eyes and tried to sit up but something was keeping me down. I rolled over to see the one person I wasn't ready to see. My movements woke Dick up. He rolled on top of me and kissed me. I kissed back and when he pulled away he smirked.
"I love you too princess" he said in his sexy morning voice.
"Drunk me admitted it huh?" I asked blushing like crazy. He nodded with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face. "Well Beyoncé says it best I was apparently drunk in love" I said singing the song title.
"Well I'm happy you're in love with me drunk and not drunk" he said kissing me again.
