Bad Boy In Love

Chapter 20- Drunk

Tyler Castle

I hear a thump from downstairs. I hate big houses, maybe I shouldn't have watched Insidious before I laid down. I get off of my bed, opening my door, and slowly peek outside into the hall. Waiting to hear something, I hear a manly moan from downstairs and walk to the staircase seeing a very drunk Ryder on the ground, drooling and groaning. What the hell? Oh, that's right, he's Ryder and when he goes to parties, he drinks. Thank god I didn't go with him.

I rush down the stairs hoping that I don't trip. It's pretty dark here and spooky, especially in the middle of the night. Thankfully nothing happened . . . Yet.

"Oh. My. God. What the hell happened to you?" I whisper and help him getting up, and quietly close the front door, making sure it's locked.

He starts mumbling random things, really loud, I cover his mouth with my hand and he keeps mumbling but you couldn't hear him. I try holding his weight but he's not helping at all, so I lean him on the railing of the stairs and grab his arm pulling him up the stairs. He owes me so much. So much.

He somewhat cooperates with me until he pulls his weight back not wanting to go into his room.

"Ryder, c'mon, let's go," I pull all my weight to pull him over to his room (remember I have no strength at all and he's really strong) and his eyes started drooping down. Does he really have to sleep now? Really?

"No, no," I smack his cheek, really hard I heard the slap and his eyes open as wide as they can. He stopped pulling back and he lets out a small groan in pain, but much louder than before so, I took advantage of that time pushing him into his room and closed his door pushing my back onto he door, sighing in relief. Thank god his mom isn't here, she called me saying that she was going to be gone for the weekend and wanted "us" to watch Hanna.

He looks at me, tilting his head a little and I smile as if nothing is wrong.

"Now, time for bed," I clap my hands. I open his now organized closet and take out his pajama pants, don't ask, long story. And of course he has no tank tops, so I take out his classic black shirt.

"But-but, I don't want to go to bed," he whines.

"Well, you had a long night, I did too and I need some sleep. So," I hand him his pajamas and he looks at them confused. He takes them and holds them against his chest.

"Get dress," I finish and close his closet and turn. I turn around and see Ryder taking off his pants.

"Oh," I quickly turn around and stare at his wall.

Peeking over at him, ah, I knew he would do that. No shirt, typical Ryder.

"Don't forget your shirt," I point at it laying on the end of his bed. Even when he's drunk he has that cocky side of him.

"Who said I wanted to wear a shirt," he smirks and I roll my eyes.

He lays down on his bed and I smile walking over to his clothes, picking them up and throwing them into his new hamper, finally. I go into his bathroom and take his trash can putting it next to the side he was laying on. "If you feel sick, there's a bucket next to you, just get some rest. It'll go away tomorrow, hopefully," Finally, I could go to sleep. I look over at his clock. Why wouldn't it take more than thirty minutes to get a drunk Ryder to go to bed.

I walk towards his door and turn around, he was laying down with his hands behind his head, "good, now, stay there."

I open his door and I hear a soft voice, "Tyler," I turn around, his voice was so peaceful and less dickish.

"Yes," I purse my lips and raise my eyebrows.

"Can-can you lay down with me?" I pull my left ear to make sure I misheard him. But he looked at me in consideration.

"No, Ryder, You should get some sleep," I give him a faint smile.

"Please? I need someone, I need you Tyler," yeah, he's never going to remember any of this when he wakes up. Did he really mean that? Of course he didn't, first; he's Ryder and second; he's drunk.

"Fine, but only for five minutes, and nothing dirty," I narrow my eyes at him, he smiles and I walk to the other side of his bed. His eyes follow my direction and he pats the empty side of the bed.

I reluctantly lay next to him, but keeping my distance from him. I sigh and lay my head in the pillow facing his direction. My eyes were slowly closing and I felt his hand go around my waist. He pulled me closer to him but I try getting away from his grip but he whispered, "the more you try to get away, the more I pull you closer."

I whispered back, "remember, only five minutes."

"Sh," he grabs me and lays me closer to his body. I push away and slowly getting of his bed, looking at him he had a sorrow look on his face.

"Why?" I cross my arms and he sighs. He holds out his hand and he gives me the guilt trip.

"Please, just give me a chance," his hand was still sticking out.

"A chance?"

None of this, like I said before, wouldn't happen if my lovely mother would've took me with her. But no, I have to stay with him and take care of his drunk ass. And may I add, he's very lazy.

He nods his head slowly and I take his hand, laying next to him. Ryder grabs my hand and rubs the top of my hand in circles with his thumb. I lay my head on his shoulder and slowly drift off to sleep.

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Hey guys!

I know, it's a short chapter. But that's what I got so far.

And how was it? What a drunk Ryder.

Anyways, sorry for a short chapter, I promise next time it'll be long.

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-Amaya