Best friends, best friend 💔 - Lil Xan

Chapter 2

Gabi's POV
Diego helps me to his car and then helps me get in due to my drunken state.

"Shit I'm sorry your first impression of me is of me shit faced." I mumble sleepily.

"It's fine." He says with a small chuckle before starting his car.

"Where do you live?" He asks me.

"With Ethan." I say and he looks at me confused.

"I just moved." I mumble closing my eyes slightly.

"Oh." He says and starts the 10 minute drive back to Ethan's apartment.

"You think you can walk in yourself or do you need help getting upstairs?" Diego asks.

"I can probably do it." I mumble trying to undo my seatbelt.

Once I get it undone I open the door and almost face plant as I try to step out.

"Okay, no get back in. I'll park in the garage and help you upstairs." Diego says grabbing my arm pulling me back into the car making me drunkenly giggle.

He parks his car in the garage and gets out and walks around to help me out of the car. I giggle as I almost trip and he catches me.

"I'm sorry." I say again.

"You don't have to apologize." He says as we get in the elevator.

I lean my body into his feeling tired. The elevator dings signaling we made it to my floor. Diego helps me walk and open the door that Ethan left unlocked for me. He walked me to my bedroom which I'm guessing he knew about cause it was the guest bedroom before it was mine.

"Can you help me?" I ask pointing to my uncomfortable clothes.

"I uh yeah." Diego stutters a little.

I put my arms up and he helps me pull the crop top off revealing my bare chest I cover myself with my arms.

"Can you go into the closet. One of Ethan's sweatshirts and a pair of Nike shorts should be on the floor." I say and he nods and while he goes into my closet I kick off my heels and take my skirt off.

He hands me the clothes and I quickly put the oversized sweatshirt on over my head and pull the shorts on.

"Can you get my makeup wipes from the bathroom?" I ask pointing to the connecting bathroom.

He nods his head and grabs the packet of makeup wipes and he hands them to me.

"Thanks." I mumble before trying to wipe off my makeup, causing Diego to chuckle.

"If your gonna stand there and laugh, you can fucking help." I mumble and he takes the wipe out of my hand and wipes the remainder amount of makeup off my face.

"I'm sorry." I say for like the tenth time.

"I told you to stop apologizing." He says.

"I just feel bad, making you take care of my drunk ass." I mumble.

"It's okay." He says putting my makeup wipes back into my bathroom.

"Can you stay?" I ask not wanting to be alone.

"Uh, yeah." He says kicking off his shoes and pulling off his jeans leaving him in his boxers and sweatshirt.

I get under the covers and he shuts my light off before laying down next to me but not touching me. I move closer to him and curl up by his side which makes him wrap an arm around me and me lay my head on his chest.

The next morning

Ugh fuck. I'm gonna be sick. I wiggle out of whoever's grip and run into the bathroom and leaving over the toilet and puking everything up in my stomach. I feel hands pull my hair back and I don't know who they are but I'm thankful for them. I throw up for a few more seconds before flushing the toilet and sitting back so I can see who it is. It was Diego I look at him confused but shrug it off before standing up and brushing my teeth.

"I'm sorry, you didn't have to do that for me." I say after finishing.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asks.

"Uh, I remember Ethan leaving and you telling me you'd take me home, what happened?" I ask as he follows me back into my room and back into my bed.

"Uh well you were pretty fucked up, you couldn't even walk so I helped you upstairs and helped you change and then take your makeup and before I left you asked if I could stay. So I stayed. But don't worry nothing happened." Diego says.

"Ugh I was probably a fucking mess last night, my bad. I'm sorry you had to babysit me." I say blushing from embarrassment.

"Nah, its okay." Diego reassured me but I still felt bad.

Suddenly my door opens and in walks Ethan seeing me and one of his best friends sitting on my bed me in shorts and a sweatshirt and him in his boxers and a sweatshirt. If you didn't know what had happened it looked bad.

"What the fuck! I told y'all to stay away from each other!" Ethan shouts.

"It's not what it looks like!" Diego and I shout at the same time.

"She was really fuckin drunk last night. She couldn't walk upstairs all by herself. She asked me to stay the night. I would never have taken advantage of her like that." Diego says.

"Ugh, just get dressed. Brielle made breakfast." Ethan says before walking out of my room.

"Oh my fucking god is he always like this with you and guys?" Diego mumbles.

"Yes." I groan.

"Shit must suck." Diego says.

"It does." I say standing up and going into my closet and grabbing a pair of sweatpants and pulling them on after taking my shorts off.

I walk out of my closet and see Diego has put his jeans on. We walk out of my room and into the kitchen area where Brielle and Ethan sat eating breakfast. Brielle made pancakes and bacon. She smiled at me and Diego and says good morning and me and Diego both say it back before grabbing plates of food. We sit down next to each other in the only two seats left and have a very awkward and tension filled breakfast. Diego leaves after breakfast saying he needs to go home and shower before going to the studio. But before he left we exchange numbers.