Two updates in one day? I haven't done that in like, twenty parts. Anyways, enjoy!
It had been a long night, to say the least. Friday nights are usually your relaxation and alone time, but your most recent Friday night had been interrupted by a phone call from your boyfriend, Finn. When your phone started blasting out 'Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)' your ringtone for Finn, you had been in the middle of watching The Lion King. Sighing in annoyance, you paused your movie and answered the call.
"Hey, Finn," you greeted nonchalantly, popping a couple more pieces of popcorn into your mouth.
"Oh, hey, (y/n). It's actually Wyatt here," the slightly less familiar voice of Wyatt fed through the speaker of your phone, grabbing your attention, "Um, yeah, we need your help."
"What did Finn do this time?" You asked exasperatedly, turning the television off because you knew you would not be able to return to your movie now.
"Um, okay, so Finn wasn't feeling to great, and he took some medicine from my cabinet, like, maybe two hours ago. After that, we left the house to go out for dinner, and he started acting weird. Now, he's acting like he's drunk or something, and he's not lucid enough to tell us what medicine he took or how much," Wyatt explained, and you could hear the slight panic in his voice.
"Alright, where are you guys right now?" You asked, standing up and slipping your shoes on, grabbing a jacket as you exited your room.
"We're uh, in the McDonald's parking lot right now. I gave up on trying to get Finn into Chosen's car because he's acting like a toddler," Wyatt said, and you couldn't help but giggle a bit. The McDonald's in question was only about five blocks from your house, near the highway, so you knew it would be a rather quick walk.
Ten minutes later, you arrived in sight of the giant, glowing yellow sign. A few seconds later, you could make out Chosen's car, which was surrounded by multiple people, one of them you could recognize as Wyatt by the curly top of hair. Picking up the pace, you ran over to the boys.
"Guys! Where's Finn?" You asked, catching the attention of Jaeden, Wyatt, and Chosen. Chosen moved out of the way, so Finn came into your view, leaning against the back, passenger door of the car. His eyes looked unfocused, and red-rimmed, and he was clutching his stomach as if he was nauseous.
Dear lord, my boyfriend accidentally drugged himself, you thought, shaking your head as you approached Finn.
"Finn, baby, what on Earth did you do?" You asked, taking his face in your hands and trying to get his eyes to focus on you. After a second, a smile rose to his face.
"Oh, heyyy (Y/n), I missed you babe," Finn greeted, voice slurred as if he was drunk. You looked at the boys, trying to prompt them to explain things further.
"Yeah, we have no idea what he took, but he's been wreaking havoc for, like, an hour, so we were hoping you could take him back home safely," Chosen said, "we don't think he needs to go to the hospital."
"Okay, thanks for taking care of him, boys. I'll call you in the morning and tell you how he is," you said, earning sympathetic smiles from each of them. After giving them each a brief hug, you grabbed Finn's hand, leading him away from the car.
"Finn, I'm gonna take you back to my house, okay?" You asked, leading the stumbling boy back up the hill towards your street.
"Why, what've you got planned?" Finn asked, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively, and making you roll your eyes. His unnecessary comments were bad enough when he was sober, but now, you could tell they would be ten times worse.
"What have I got planned? A nice glass of water for you, and then to put you to bed," you retorted, and Finn sighed dramatically.
"But, babe, I'm not even tired," he whined, trying to wiggle out of your grasp. You chuckled lightly at him, keeping your hold on his arm firm. After an infuriatingly slow walk back to your house, you finally managed to get Finn up to your bedroom, complete with a glass of cold water.
"Drink that, and then you have to go to bed," you demanded, and Finn obeyed, knocking back to whole glass in under a minute. After he was done, you took the glass from him, and turned off the light, getting ready to go sleep on the couch so he could have your bed.
"Wait!" Finn shouted, making you turn around," come cuddle with me." You hesitated at the door for a minute, wondering if Finn, sober Finn, would want you to cuddle with him for the entire night. You two were fairly new to your relationship, only being together for about a month. Deciding to just do whatever the drugged-up boy wanted, you padded across the carpeted floor, joining Finn in the bed. As soon as the blankets were over you, Finn's arm snaked around your waist, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible.
"Goodnight baby," he whispered in your ear, and before you could even respond, you could feel that his breaths had evened out to those of sleep.
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The next morning, you woke up at around nine a.m., feeling Finn's arm still wound tightly around your waist. You turned around, looking at his peaceful face. You felt bad for waking him up, but you needed to make sure he had returned to normal.
"Finn, baby, wake up," you mumbled, shaking his shoulders. A moment later, Finn's eyes fluttered open, a look of confusion adorning his face.
"(Y/n)? When did I get to your house?" He asked, his voice husky from sleep.
"Finn, you took some kind of medicine last night, and it made you act really weird, so the boys called me around eleven to pick you up and bring you home with me. How are you feeling now?" You asked, concern lacing your voice.
"Oh, wow. I, uh, don't remember any of that. I'm feeling okay I guess, just confused," Finn said, laughing.
"Okay, um, your backpack and stuff is downstairs. Wanna come with me to make some breakfast?" You asked, and Finn nodded, both of you heading downstairs. You headed into the kitchen, taking out the ingredients to make pancakes, while Finn started going through his backpack.
"Wait a minute- why does this receipt say I bought sixty chicken nuggets?!"
