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"Y/N!" Anthony's voice echoed through the room. You turned around and smiled at your boyfriend. Anthony was stumbling towards you with a big grin on his face. He toppled into your shorter figure and latched onto your body. He was very drunk and usually, you aren't allowed to drink in the Team 10 house but this time is different.
"Anthony," You warned him, "Get off." Anthony stood up straight with your shoulder as an assistant. You walked him over to one of the couches and sat him down. He was in no condition to be dancing wildly at a party.
You moved the loose piece of brown hair out of his face and laughed at him. "Why must you be so...so unusually energetic?" You asked, taking the beer bottle from his hand, and setting it down on the table next to the couch. He leaned in quickly and kissed you. He kissed you and the world fell away. It was fast and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. There was no space left between you two, and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest. But the kiss was only for a second before he pulled away. He began to giggle maniacally.
"Y/N... I just concluded that I'm god's gift to humanity." You giggled at him while shaking your head.
"Your mother would beg to differ, but I can't say myself that it isn't true." He kissed you on the lips again, fast and passionate, and it still left you breathless. You wanted to just sit there and make out with Anthony, but he was drunk and in no condition to give consent. "Okay Anthony, let's go,"
You thought it was time to take him to sleep. You tried to hoist him up with your arms but he wouldn't move. "I can't lift you up all but myself, please try." So he did, he lifted himself back up and leaned on your shoulder.
"You are very strong," He told you nonchalantly.
"Thank you," You laughed as you pushed him up the stairs to his dorm. The stairway was dark and had to almost carry someone up the stairs scared you. You could easily fall over and get seriously injured. He was so weird when he was drunk, it would be funny to vlog this.
"And sexy." You wanted to stop talking to drunk Anthony, but you were to tempted.
"That's nice," you answered.
"And smart." Trying your best to ignore it, you stomped up the stair with pride, even though your boyfriend was attached to your shoulder.
"We're almost at the top," you hummed
"Wanna fuck?"
"Wanna Die?"
You got him to the top of the stairs and made sure he could keep his balance. He suddenly leaned in and kissed you. You were completely unprepared again. You would think that after months of being together, you would know just by watching him where his mind was at. But that was only when he was sober.
He pulled away and then very fast again, he planted kisses all over your face.
"Anthony!" You laughed "STOP." But Anthony was stubborn.
"Why?" He kissed down your neck playfully. "I just want to kiss you all the time."
"Sober Anthony doesn't do that," You smiled as you pushed him off of you and towards his room. And it was a complete lie. Sober Anthony kissed you too much.
"Who's sober Anthony? I thought you were dating me! Me Anthony!"
"I'm dating you both," You giggled, opening his door and pushing him in.
"Well, I'm better than sober Anthony." You wanted to laugh at his oblivion, but you knew he would take offense.
"And why is that?"
"Because sober Anthony doesn't kiss you like I do." Quite contrary, they kissed the same.
"He kisses me just the same."
"All the time?"
"No, but—"
"You should be kissed all the time...just look at your face." You blushed slightly. "If he doesn't kiss you all the time, he's no loving you right."
"I'll tell my beautiful sober Anthony that,"
"Not as beautiful as me,"
"Not as beautiful as you." You reassured him.
Then he kissed you again. Those kisses were your salvation. You lived for them and would die with the memory of his lips. He was the half that made you whole, and without him, you simply wouldn't be.
You lifted up his shirt and got a pair of basketball shorts for him. He kissed you again as you helped him get dressed.
He was a drunk off his ass, plain and simple. His dinner was a whole bottle of whiskey and he's slurring his words 5 minutes later. He would have passed out if he wasn't at the party. Empty beer cans lay discarded in his room, he was drinking prior to this party. Jakes win in the beef really got him in a good mood.
You left him for a second to set up the bed, and he was already by your side kissing the back of your neck.
"Anthony," You dragged out his name. You could still hear the music from downstairs and you wished people would go to bed and stop. You turned around so you were facing him. He smiled widely at you and bent down to kiss you again.
"Does Sober Anthony tell you how much he loves you,"
"He does dabble in that," You smiled at him.
"Well if I were him I would say it all the time,"
"I'll have to tell him that," You blushed. He turned both of you around and got you both in the bed. As he wrapped his arms around you, he planted a big kiss on your cheek and then fell into a deep sleep.
