Dusk Til Dawn ⌁ D. O'Brien [1]

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"DYLAN!" Anastasia yelled.

"Anastasia. You seem, drunk." He said.

"I-I'm not drunk," she laughed, "I'm wasted."

"Jesus. How much did you have?" He asked.

"I don't really know," she slurred, "I lost count after six."

"Bottles?"

"No! Shots," She told, "Speaking of shots. I'm gonna take more."

"No, no more." He said, holding her to keep her from walking away.

"Come on! It's a party!" she said, "You're party! Come with me."

"No thanks Ana. Besides, it's pretty much over." Dylan said.

"It's only over if you make it over. The party can still go on!" Anastasia shouted.

"No, come on. You should get home." He said.

"I have no idea where my keys are." She stated.

"That's fine. I'll drive you. I wouldn't want you driving when your drunk." Dylan said as lead her outside.

"Wasted!" She corrected.

Dylan chuckled as he held onto Anastasia as they walked through the crowd. By the exit, Shelley and Crystal were walking, just about to leave when they spotted them.

"Damn. She definitely partied hard." Shelley said.

"Yeah. I'm taking her home. Everyone's pretty much heading out." He said.

"Yeah we were just leaving," Crystal said, "And thanks for offering to take her home. Knowing her, she'll pass out in the car while your driving. Here are her keys. I took them from her when I saw her drinking."

"Smart," Dylan said.

"Yeah, well we'll see you later." Shelley said as she waved at him.

Dylan held Anastasia as they walked out. Every so often she would laugh at something random that she saw as they walked to Dylan's car. As they got to his car, he placed her in the passenger seat and made his way to the driver's seat. Anastasia had managed to put on her seat belt, and was resting her head on the seat. Dylan smiled as he saw her shuffling around trying to get comfortable.

"Where are we going?" She asked him.

"I'm taking you home." He told.

"You're so boring! Let's go out somewhere." She suggested.

"No. You're going home, and going to sleep. You'll probably be so hungover tomorrow." Dylan said.

Anastasia groaned and fell back onto the seat. She watched the window as they passed lit up buildings. She was quiet, making Dylan curious. He watched as she continued to quietly gaze outside, sighing every so often.

"It's so beautiful." She mumbled.

Dylan smiled and stared at her as he spoke.

"Yeah, it is." He whispered.

She turned him and began laughing again. The rest of the car ride was silent except for when Anastasia when casually laugh. It was a short ride, and soon they arrived to Anastasia's house. He parked in her driveway and got out, walking to her side. She and undid her seat belt and opened the car door, and was beginning to get out.

"You need some help?" He asked.

"No I got it." She said, slightly tripping.

"I think you need some help." He stated.

"Nah. I got this." She said.

Wobbling, she walked to the front of the door on her own, with Dylan following close behind her. She twisted the door knob and tried pushing it open, but it wouldn't. She turned to Dylan with a frown on her face as she leaned against the wall.

"It's locked!" She said.

"I have you're keys." He said.

He walked to the door, holding the only other key on the ring, besides her car one. He inserted it and turned it to unlock the door. He push it open gently, and guided Anastasia inside. She instantly kicked heels off, and fell onto the couch. Dylan laughed at her actions, Anastasia soon joining him.

"You know this couch is very comfortable." Anastasia told.

"I know. I've laid on it before." He said.

"I remember! You were visiting me because I was upset at a post. Worst day ever." She said

"Yeah and we watched The Vampire Diaries, pretty much all day." Dylan said.

"Yeah." Anastasia laughed and then sighed. Dylan walked over, and peeled her off the couch.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." He said.

Dylan took her to her bedroom, where he laid her down and placed the covers over her. She watched him as straightened out the blanket, carefully making sure she was comfortable. When he was done, he placed his hands on his hips and began walking away.

"Dylan?" Anastasia called.

"Yes?"

"Will you stay with me?" She asked, causing Dylan to smiled.

"Sure." He said.

He walked over to the other side of the bed, and sat down. The bed dipped down as he brought his entire body onto the mattress. Anastasia moved closer to him, and rested her head on his chest. He placed one arm under his head and the other around Anastasia. She felt his chest rise and fall, and heard his heart beating. Dylan stared at the ceiling, and wound occasionally move his eyes to watch Anastasia, who was zoning out.

"Did you like your party?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah. I did." He said.

"That's nice," she mumbled, "What did you think of Giselle?"

"I don't really think much of her." Dylan told.

"I sometimes find myself wondering how she and Parker are related," she said, "They're completely different. She really spoiled. Probably because she's the only girl."

"Parker only has one sister?" Dylan questioned.

"Only sibling." She repeated.

"Huh. Interesting."

"Mmhm."

Dylan stared at the ceiling again, remembering things Anastasia has said to him before. He wanted to ask one more question, but when he heard light snoring, he knew she was out like a light. He smiled and leaned his head on pillow, slowly closing his eyes, until he was knocked out too.