prettymuch imagines !

drunk : kuwonu

its been 3 hours since the group of boys went out to have their 'boys night out', but zion said he was going to be back in an hour. he lied, of course.

you waited and waited for the front door to unlock and squeak uncontrollably, but it didn't for the past 2 and a half hours you were trying to be calm.

"where the hell is this boy?" you questioned pacing through the halls of your apartment. you were eager to call him but you wanted to see if he would walk through the doors before you did.

but you grew impatient and you picked up your phone, not to call zion, but to call brandon.

after to rings he picked up. it was loud, the boys were screaming and you heard glass break, most likely beer bottles, and the 'shh'ing coming from brandon. "heyyyy, y/n," he paused, "what's uppp?" he slurred on his words, but you weren't surprised.

"where's my boyfriend?" you questioned in a stern voice, trying to keep your cool.

"uhh, he's just chilling out, you know, doing guy stuff." you sighed.

"send me your location, i'm gonna come pick him up." you said putting on your gucci slides and grabbing your keys.

"um, uh, okay. see you later then." he hung up. you put you phone in your back pocket and walked out the door.

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you pulled up at brandon's location, the prettymuch house. you were extremely tired and you didn't have time to yell, so your plan was to grab zion and get him home.

you walked in, passing through the boys that were trying to stop you from getting to zion, but the failed miserably. you dragged zion up from his, very comfortable, looking aseat on the couch. you peeled the bottle of alcohol out of his hand and set it down on the coffee table.

"goodnight boys." you rushed out shutting the door behind you. you helped zion into the passenger seat.

"boy, what were you thinking," you turned on the car, "i was worried sick." you said, let out a sigh of relief.

"i-i honestly h-have no idea." slurred, hiccuping between his words. he leaned back in his car and chuckled.

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"let's get you inside and cleaned up." you said, helping him out.

slowly, but surely you get him up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. you started to take off his shirt, but he stopped you.

"he-hey i have a girlfriend. and she could beat your ass, and i don't want her to go to jail, because i want to marry that girl. so i t-think i'll just take a shower without you having to undress me." he stumbled into the bathroom.

"i'm glad you remember that you have a girlfriend, babe." you chuckled, and sat on the bed waiting.

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i got some crazy ideas for this book. 🤪

~ jayden