Pretty Boy

"Ladies night"

It was a Saturday night and you were officially off work. Most 21 year olds would have some hot evening plans but, all you wanted to do was make some dinner and watch a movie. It was 9pm and you already had on some little comfy shorts and a tank top. Jason walked down the stairs all dressed up and ready to leave for the night.

You: "Where are you off to? You even put on a nice shirt? This must be good.." you said as you sat on the couch trying to pick your movie.

Jason: "I'm going out tonight, no shows this weekend means Jason might have a chance to talk to the ladies.." he said as he checked his hair in the mirror by the door.

You laughed and him and smiled.

You: "Well good luck with that Jase, actually good luck to the ladies. I'll be here if you need me..."

Jason: "You're not going out tonight? Why don't you come with me. I don't want you home alone on a Saturday night. You can wing man your brother.." he said with a playful wink.

You: "I'm good, I really am! I've been looking forward to doing nothing. Have fun!"

After a little more back and fourth Jason finally accepted you staying home. He slipped out the door, giving you a wave goodbye. You finally had the house to yourself.

You put on some background television while you started to cook dinner. You had decided to try making some filets and and a new pasta recipe. It was only you and Jason living in the apartment, but you knew that he would eat any and all leftovers drunk in the middle of the night.

You liked cooking and especially with an empty house. You spread everything out and started dirtying dishes. About two episodes of New Girl in, you were about finished and had a smile on your face. Everything turned out beautiful, just a few things to finish up.

*knock, knock, knock*

You paused the TV, and looked over at the door. You weren't expecting anybody.. maybe your mom wanted to drop by?

You headed over two the door and opened it slightly, not knowing who to expect. You peaked your head out. There was your brother...and Tyler.

Your brother was clearly intoxicated and hanging over Tyler's body. Tyler was clearly struggling to keep the 6'3 man from collapsing.

You: "Oh my god! What happened?" you said and you opened the door wide and let them in.

Jason: "I-I'm sorrrrry (y/n)" he said drunkly. You couldn't tell if he was laughing or about to throw up.

Tyler: "Jason, ...went a little hard to fast." Tyler said a little out of breath as he let Jason down on the couch. "I figured it would be better if he came home, rather than throw up again at the bar.." Tyler said looking at you with those deep brown eyes.

You looked down at Jason drunk and laughing on the couch. You crossed your arms and sighed.

You: "Jason, it's 11pm.. you already threw up in public??"

Jason put up his two fingers and made a little space, trying to convey "just a little"

Tyler: "Jase, tell her what happened.... everything"

Tyler was standing slightly behind you, but peeking over your shoulder to look down at Jason on the couch. He was so close in proximity to your body that you started to get the chills.

Jason: "I threw up on her..." he said slurry with scared eyes as he looked at you.

Your eyes got wide and your jaw dropped. You tried not to laugh a little, but you had to admit it was kind of funny.

You: "Jason! You threw up on a girl!? There goes your "ladies" night." you said shaking your head. "and you were nervous about ME being home alone??" you finished with a little laugh.

Tyler laughed behind you and turned around so Jason wouldn't get embarrassed.

Jason: "I know.." he said ashamed, and put a hand over his face.

Tyler stepped to your side and sat on the coffee table in front of Jason.

Tyler: "It's alright dude, it happens to the best of us.."

You put a hand on the top of Tyler's shoulder.
A chill ran up your spine.

You: "Thanks for taking him home Tyler, this...this is embarrassing." you took both of your hands and put them over your face.

Tyler looked up at you and smiled.

Tyler: "Don't be embarrassed, it's not a problem..." he chuckled. "But you do owe me one (y/last name)" as he pointed to your brother.