Trey had practically whisked her away from the party and between the alcohol that she had consumed and the sleeping pills, she had fallen asleep all over his lap in the car on the way back home, if she could call it that. She had even drooled on him for a few seconds before she had awakened herself.
"We need to sober you up," Trey said as Demi giggled and leaned into him even more. She inhaled his sweet cologne as he practically dragged her into the kitchen and sat her on the island in the middle of it. She ran her fingers over the cool material and tilted her head to the side as he grabbed a skillet out of one of the cabinets.
"You like grilled cheese, right?" Trey questioned as Demi placed a lazy smile on her lips.
"I like anything you cook," even if he had never cooked for her before. He shook his head and grabbed a glass to fill with water. He handed it to her and almost had to force her to gulp it down because she kept pulling it away from her mouth to talk.
"Demi, you need to drink this," Trey instructed as Demi shook her head.
"Nooo. I don't wanna be sober," her pink bottom lip poked out and as much as Trey wanted to be irritated with her and Naya for getting so drunk, he couldn't be because of how cute she was. Oh God. When had he ever called a girl cute before?
"Demi please, for me?" He shouldn't have used that against her but it shut her up and she drank the rest of the water.
"But I like being drunk. We can be drunk in looooooove and be allllll night and," Demi hiccuped and Trey took the glass from her to go back to making her grilled cheese. While he cooked, she continued to sing the Beyonce song that was on every radio station every other minute. She even added in a few runs and it didn't sound horrible. He would've told her to shut up but he liked the sound of her singing. He knew he wouldn't hear it again.
"Here. A grilled cheese with tomato cooked in truffle oil," Trey handed her the plate and Demi giggled, the raspiness coming in as she looked at Trey.
"Truffle oil? Is that rich people talk for butter? You're such a loser," she pinched his nose but took a bite of the sandwich anyway.
"What did you mean when you said that I'm never here? I've been here Demi..." Trey trailed off as he noticed her sobering up.
"No I've been here. I dropped everything for you and I haven't seen you in two weeks. You left me," she whimpered and set the sandwich down. Trey scratched the back of his neck because how was he supposed to reply to that? He knew that he had been busy but he didn't think he had completely abandoned her since she had been here.
"I don't wanna talk about it anymore. I don't wanna cry anymore," Demi sniffled and hopped off of the counter, momentarily losing her balance but she rebalanced herself and continued on.
"Demi-"
"Noooooo," she moaned and stubbornly made her way towards the stairs as Trey could only sit back and watch her.
The sun was doing that annoying thing where it was way too bright for it to only be nine am in the morning. Demi had wanted to sleep longer but her body always woke her up earlier than necessary. It was a habit from when she had been going to medical school. Her classes always started at the crack of dawn even though she didn't know of anyone who could be fully awake and ready to save lives when the sun wasn't even up.
"-PARADING AROUND WITH SOME WHORE LIKE YOU DON'T HAVE AN IMAGE TO KEEP UP," Trey's house was big, but there were only two people in it, three judging by the unrecognized voice that Demi was hearing. There was a lot of furniture and stuff but that didn't take the echo out of the house. Though Demi was all the way upstairs, she could hear Trey arguing with whoever was down there screaming at such an ungodly hour.
