Not One Of The Guys Anymore

1-Take Me Home

Jazz'z pov-

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing on the bedside table. I groaned, rolling over and reaching for the stupid noise maker and clicked the answer botton without even bothering to see who it was first.

"What?"I answered in a groggy/pissed off voice.

"Jaaaaaazzzzzyyyyyyyy."I heard Brian's stupid voice on the other line.

"What the hell do you want Haner?"

"Will you be my designated driver...pweeeeeaaaasse."he begged.

"You're drunk aren't you?"

"...Yea pretty fucked up."he chuckled.

"And there's no one else around to drive your stupid ass home?"

"Nope...well there is but they might just beat me up in some alley way and take all my moneys."

"Ugh! You owe me!"I said before hanging up and rolling out of bed.

I threw on a pair of shorts and my nike slides before grabing my keys and heading out the door, not even caring that I had barely anything on.

I got to Johnny's bar and looked around until I spotted his black spiky hair.I walked across the room and slapped the back of his head. He turned around looking like he was about to swing at whoever hit him until he realized it was me.

"Hey what was that for?"he slurred.

"For waking me up at two in the fucking morning to make me pick your stupid ass up from the bar. And then probably play mommy and take care of you all night. That's what that was for.Now lets go."I told him.

"Nooooo Jazzy. C'mon let's stay and drink some more."he smiled.

"No. You called me to take you home now lets go. We're going home."

"But Jazzyyyy."he whinned.

"Brian now."I said sternly.

"Fine."he pouted crossing his arms over his chest and stood up. I let out a frustrated sigh and grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the bar.We reached my car and I shoved him inside the passenger side and then climbed in the driver side.

"Jazzy are you mad at me?"he asked. I looked away from the road for a second to look at him, then back at the road. Sometimes the way he looked at me, usually when he was drunk, reminded me of a little kid who knew he did something wrong and was scared to get in trouble. He was too adorable at these times, making it hard to actually be mad at him.

"No."I sighed.

"Yes you are."he said.

"No I'm not Brian."

"Then hold my hand if you're not so mad."he said crossing his arms over his chest, thinking he had got me.

"Put your seat belt on and then I'll hold your hand." He quickly uncrossed his arms and pulled the seat belt around his body and buckling it. When he was finished he held out his hand for me, smiling like an idiot. I laughed and took my hand off the steering wheel and placed it in his giant one.

"I thought that by you getting married, this would become someone else's job." I half way joked.

"No one could replace you."he said smiling widely, but then it quickly fell. "And I did have Lauren to take me home but she left."

"Why?"

"Because I pissed her off."he mumbled.

"What else is new? What did you do this time?"