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After forty five minutes worth of driving, I finally turned into Giovanni's private parking space. Thankfully, his home address was stored into his car's gps system or I would have been confused as to where to take him. The minute he climbed into the car, he was fast asleep and remained sleep the entire ride.
I wasn't even sure why I chose to get out of my bed and drive to Newark for him, but I did. Something about him being drunk and calling me triggered something for me. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but I had to be there for him. Especially when I was the one he wanted to see while in his vulnerable, inebriated state.
"Gio, you have to get up." I reached over to shake him after killing the engine. "Gio. Giovanni."
"Yes?" he muttered turning his head.
"We're at your place, you have to get up." I climbed out of the car and walked around to the passenger seat. I opened his door as he removed his seatbelt. "You're good enough to walk?"
"Yeah, I'm cool." he rubbed over his eyes. He sat for a little bit then slid from the car.
"You have to lead the way. I don't know where I'm going."
He walked toward the elevator and tripped over his own foot, crashing onto the ground. He groaned. "Fuck dawg."
"Yo, how many drinks did you have?" I sighed while attempting to help him up from the ground.
"Just leave me here." he swatted my hand away. "Just leave me here and let-let somebody run me over."
"Okay, that is not what I'm doing so get up. You can lay in your bed all you want but you can't lay here."
It took about two minutes to get him up from the ground and walking again. When we were finally able to reach his penthouse, he trucked over to the couch while I went in search for the kitchen. He needed a bottle of water and to sleep as much as he could. I found the kitchen then grabbed him a cold water bottle before returning to the living room.
He laid across the couch, watching me walk back over to him. I held the water out to him and he took it, sitting it to the side rather than drinking any of it.
