"You know I love you, right?"
I said, stumbling into the house.
"You're drunk."
Sasha said.
"I'm not drunk, you're drunk."
I protested.
"I'm not drunk. There's no chance. Literally. Let's get you up to bed."
Sasha said, helping me upstairs. We walked upstairs and I opened my door to see Finn, sitting on my bed, holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Oh my gosh!"
I said, covering my mouth.
"She's pretty drunk. She's all yours."
Sasha said, letting me into the room. I stumbled over to my bed and sat next to Finn.
"Baby, I'm so sorry for everything."
Finn said. He said something else but I wasn't paying attention. I was only paying attention to the shots that were coming back up my throat. Next thing I knew, I was puking on the floor.
Finn's POV
I looked at Bayley and noticed her glazed over look. Then she puked on my shoes. I sighed, picking her up and sitting her up. I helped her change into comfortable clothes and laid her into bed.
"Night, squish."
I said, placing a kiss on her cheek, shutting the light off, and walking downstairs.
