"Lars, c'mon leave it. It's okay." Once again there you were, taking care of your drunk best friend. It was something considered normal, Lars being that drunk, annoying the first people that looked at him, he could become violent sometimes, nothing that you never seen bofre.
"But... He called me a fag. What would you wanted me to do?" he growled between burps in a heavy tone. "Next time I'll see him I'll kick him in the focking nuts." it took a second for him to pass out in your shoulder.
"Alright, tiny man. You need some rest. C'mon wake up." you gave him a soft slap on his cheek so he could compose himself again. You placed his arm around your shoulder grabbing his wrist so he wouldn't fall on his face like he did the week before.
His house wasn't that far from the bar where you were. You took his house keys from his jacket pocket ready to enter.
"Hey Y/N!" you jumped and almost let out a scream when you heard a familiar voice coming in your direction. It was a bit dark, the public lighting wasn't working but you soon realised that was Kirk.
"Kirk... I almost had a heart attack! What are you doing here... alone?" you could see him smiling even though you couldn't see a thing clearly.
"Sorry if I scared you. But Lars texted me a few minutes ago asking me if I come to his house. I was about to leave but when I saw you too I decided to see what was going on."
"Oh" you said, and in that moment Lars burped again and almost puked everything he had on his stomach.
"Fock. I can't. Kirk, Kirk? Is that you, you piece of shit? I was waiting for you, you focker."
"Calm down, Lars. Let's go inside and we'll talk about it." you tried to calm him or he could punch his friend. You gave the keys to Kirk who helped you and Lars enter inside the house.
Working as a team you and Kirk helped Lars, nothing that you weren't used to it. You both help him puke, take a could shower and lying him on the couch.
"Lars, you should slow down a little bit on the drinking mixtures you do. You know you have a sensitive stomach." Kirk joked in a parental tone.
"Fock you, curly." Lars grumbled in response and turned around like a kid who don't want to wake up early to go to school.
You giggled at his reaction. "Oh Lars, you need some rest. We can talk tomorrow." Kirk smirked at you.
"He said a few moments ago that he texted you. Why the hell did he wanted for you to come to his house?" you asked confused.
"Y/N, he's drunk. You know that he doesn't function very well with alcohol." Kirk smiled.
"Yeah, right. Just because I'm drunk, like you said, doesn't mean I can't hear you. You should thank me for texting you." Lars interrumped him now with a serious voice like the drunk Lars was gone for a few moments.
You looked at both confused. "Hm, sorry to interrup your little fight but... He should thank you for what?"
"Oh you don't know? Let me tell you a story, I'm not drunk. I'm an actor and I faked my own drunk because I want to help my curly friend in a thing."
You didn't said a thing. You knew what was coming he probably wanted to bring some tragic news like he always do when he have that kind of speech.
"Lars, you need to sleep. I think the alcohol is affecting your speech." you could see in his tone that Kirk was getting nervous wanting to punch Lars in the face because he was about to tell something about him.
"Kirk Lee Hammett, could you stop being like that and face the reality? I'm tired of trying but I need to say something or I'll explode." in a second Lars was on his feet again facing you and Kirk.
Kirk was burning in shame. Lars was about to tell one secret about him that he hold for a long time. You took a step closer to Kirk resting your hand on his shoulder. "Kirk, what is he talking about? Did you do something wrong or something like that?"
Kirk looked at you in the eyes shaking his head as a no. Lars saw the chance and took it. "Y/N, Kirk loves you and I wanted to help him but he's too shy to do the first step. Ok, I said it." and left the living room leaving you two alone.
"Lars, I will fucking kill you." Kirk whispered between his teeth.
On the outside you were surprised at the revelation but on the inside you felt like crying, you felt so happy. You had a crush on him for a long time, you never told Lars or any one about it, you tried to be the most discrete possible when you were around him, you felt jealous everytime he was with a girl, but you always tried to look ok with that, you always thought that you'd never got the chance to have him as your boyfriend.
"Y/N, I..." before he could say anything you grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him passionatly on the lips.
Kirk corresponded to it by pulling you even closer to him, licking your lower lip asking for permission for his tongue to enter. You let him and caressed his cheek. You broke the kiss and looked at him in the eyes. "Kirk, why haven't you told me earlier. I... I had a crush on you too."
He smiled, kissing you in your forehead. "You spent too much time with Lars and I thought that you were in love with him. And... I don't know. I might look confident but I'm still a shy guy."
"He's my best friend, that's true. But just friend, I can't imagine him as my boyfriend, our friendship would be ruined." you kissed him again. "I love you Kirk. I do. You're the one I can imagine as my boyfriend. You are loving and caring, I love the time I spend with you and the boys."
"I love to have you around too... Well. I guess I really need to thank Lars for this little theater. He was right."
You both laughed. "Yeah, I really think so too. When he's drunk he can be really serious. We should trust more a drunk Lars than a sobber Lars."
Kirk grined. "Yeah, I think so." you stood there a moment looking at each other, smiling. He kissed you again even more passionatly than the first kiss.
