BLACKMAIL | MATT CHAMPION

DRUNKEN WORDS

the party is going way more fun than i expected for it to be, and it's been growing it's capacity since we've got here. matt, ian, and i, parted ways two hours into the party, and i have no idea how drunk they are right now.

but i know how drunk i am.

very.

i'm sitting on top of the kitchen counter, chugging down another can of beer. i can't stand being out there in the living room, it's way too crowded and hot in there. the kitchen is empty but me and all the alcohol, and i can deal with that.

i see someone walking in through the doorway, they're stumbling and trying to use the wall for support. i squint, trying to get a good look of the person.

the person looks up at me, "oh, hi, everlee." it's matt. he's completely wasted.

"how many drinks have you had?" i ask him while he stumbles over to me.

"a lot." matt slurs. he can't balance himself any longer and his head falls onto my lap.

"get your fatass head off my lap." i whine.

"get your lap away from my fatass head." he argues.

"if you say so." i pull my legs away, causing him to fall onto the floor.

matt groans in pain, but he's able to sit up. he looks around confused, "where did you go?" he looks side to side, looking for me.

i laugh, "i'm up here."

he looks up, "oh, there you are."

we're a little too drunk.

he pats the floor, "come sit with me." i do what he says, i drop down from the counter and crawl right next to him.

i suddenly remember the card i made for him, "matt, i made something for you," i pull out the card from my back pocket, "it's your present." i hand it to him.

he stares at it, and slowly takes it into his own hands. he looks at every single detail that i put on there, until he finally opens it and reads what i wrote.

all i wrote inside the card is, 'happy birthday, matt! hope you enjoy today!' because i couldn't think of what else to say. i haven't known him for that long.

he takes an awful long time just reading two sentences, i know he's drunk but i don't think it takes that long.

i nudge his shoulder, "are you okay? you're taking five years to read two sentences."

matt faces me with red, watering eyes, "i think i'm crying." his bottom lip quivers a bit.

"why are you crying? the card isn't even deep."

"but you put so much effort into it," he rubs his eyes, "i'm gonna put it on my nightstand, because i'm gonna keep it forever and ever." he sniffles, putting the card over his heart.

i see that he's really sensitive when drunk. it's weird since he's an asshole when sober, but when he's drunk it's a whole different story.

"but why did you give me a present?" he looks really confused. did he really forget about what today is about?

i giggle, "it's your birthday," i look at him, "and it's also valentine's day."

he gasps, "really? it's valentine's day?" i nod my head. he completely ignores that i said it's his birthday today.

his face looks like he's thinking hard about something, "wanna be my valentine then?"

i put my hands over my heart, and pretend that i'm crying, "i'm so honored that you chose me. i'd love to be your valentine."

"but i have to tell you something," he whispers, leaning in, "my friends didn't force me to go to that dance yesterday."

i already know that part, but i want to know why. i ask, "so why did you come?"

"i couldn't leave you hanging," matt's red eyes meet mine, "and i didn't want you to dance with anyone else either." he shrugs, opening another beer.

the hell is that supposed to mean? i'm too fucked up to even understand what he's saying.

"you're a little annoying, but i have fun when i'm with you," his words slur, "i even think that i like-" he was about to say something until, romil, bursts through the doorway. he looks sober.

"matt, come on, i have to take you home." romil says tiredly.

matt mutters, "i wanna stay here."

romil grips onto his arm, and tries to pull him away, "you're already really drunk, your mom is gonna find out and get pissed."

i jump in, "romil, you're not drunk?" i sound surprised.

he shakes his head, "i lost rock paper scissors against, dom, so now i'm the designated driver. do you need a ride?" he asks me, while helping matt up.

i shake my head, "i'll just crash here, but thanks."

matt puts all his weight on him, "don't take me away from, everlee." he pouts.

i give him a weak smile, "don't worry, we can hang out tomorrow."

"but what if i don't see you tomorrow?" his eyes fill up with tears.

"matt, gets really sensitive when he's drunk," romil sighs, "why are you crying?" he asks him.

"i'm gonna miss, everlee." a tear runs down his face.

romil chuckles then faces me, "i'll see you around, and good luck with that hangover in the morning."

i wave at the both of them, as he carries matt out the door.

"don't forget about me, everlee!" matt holds his arms out to me, disappearing around the corner.

i could never forget about him.

a/n:
evERYTHING AND EVERYONE IS COMING AFTER MY WIG, AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP IT.