Shipwrecked (Lawlorff)

XX

(Matt's POV)

"Yeahhh this is so fun! Matty! This is super super fuckin fun!" Jc slurs as he dances.

"Jc..you're drunk.."

"Pshhhhhhhh" he continues to slur for five seconds at least.

"No, I'm not drunk. You're hot."

I blush and raise my eyebrows. He's just saying that because he's drunk, isn't he.

"Jc, we need to get you to bed."

"Yes, take me to bedd!" he winks, jumping up and down.

"And no more of this," I say, discarding his cup from his hand.

"Hey! I was drinking that!"

"That's why I took it away, Jc. You're too drunk."

I pull him out of the crowd and towards the elevators. He struggles, but eventually gives in.

"Matttt!! Don't take me away from the party babe! I want to party! I want to have fun!"

I shake him softly. "You don't get it. You're too drunk to be having this much fun. You're gonna hurt yourself, or someone else. I can't let you get hurt."

"Why not?"

"Well, I guess I care about you too much to have you doing something this stupid. And you shouldnt be getting drunk because.."

He grabs my cheeks and kisses me passionately.  

I'm filled with shock, but I like it.

He pulls away instantly and cocks his head to the side and smiles.

"Jc, why did you-?"

"Because I like you, Matt. I like you alot."

"You're just saying that because you're drunk.."

"No!" he protests, "I really do like you, I really do. I've just been thinking about you alot and I can't take it anymore."

He begins to topple over and I catch him.

He smiles up at me in his arms.

I like him.

I really do.

I just hope that when he's not drunk, he still likes me.

"You need to go lay down." I say, putting him back on his feet.

He nods softly and I walk him to the elevator, holding his back the whole way there so he doesn't fall again.

This is all happening so quickly, why do I all of a sudden have such strong feelings for him?

Fuck it, I don't care. 

I like Jc. I goddamn said it. I LIKE JC CAYLEN, AND I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE THINKS ABOUT IT. 

If only I could say that to a crowd.

We get to the room and Jc hugs me.

"Thank you," he mutters into my shoulder.

"For what?"

"For being so damn hot."

He laughs, but all I can do is blush.

For all these compliments, maybe Jc being drunk isn't such a bad thing.

Jc jumps on the bed repeatedly and reaches out for my hand to join him. What the hell, I'm doing it. I grab on to his hand and watch him pull me up smiling.

We jump on the bed for another minute or so and then he sits down on the bed. I sit next to him, and he smiles at me.

"You're my favorite person in the whole world, Matt."

I smile and blush at the same time. 

No one has ever said such a nice thing to me before.

And then I realize, 

the feeling is 

completely

and 

irrevocably

mutual.

"You're my favorite person, too, Jc."

He pulls me in to a kiss and this time, I don't have any intention of stopping. 

I don't care that he's drunk.

I don't care that he'll probably forget all this tomorrow morning.

I just kiss him back.