AN// TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of heroin addiction :( just to give credit, this imagine is based off of a scene in 13 Reasons Why xx
(y/n pov)
"The clothes stink, not him," You said, looking up at Grayson. Grayson sighed. "He's been living on the street for 3 months, what do you expect?" Ethan turned in his sleep and you sighed.
"Alright, I'll get him in the shower," He said. You nodded as you leaned down to wake Ethan up. "Do you have the stuff?" You looked back up and nodded.
Ethan had run away, after an incident at school. When his ex-girlfriend said she never wanted to see him again, he left, broken to pieces. Grayson and his friend had been on the search for him, forever. After moving to LA, this isn't what they'd come here to do. And after months of searching, they finally found him on the streets, a couple of cities over.
Now, back in his room, Ethan's had his first full meal and proper sleep in months. Grayson was more than happy to have found him. That was until Grayson went to wash his clothes, and he found things Ethan was hiding. Heroin. Ethan had been using heroin.
"Ethan? Get up," You said, shaking his shoulder. He stirred in his sleep but fell back over. "Ethan?" You said, gently, once again. He shot up at the sound of your voice.
He sat up and looked between you and Grayson. "Aren't you y/n? You were in my History last year." He said to you in his raspy morning voice. You nodded as he looked at Grayson. "What's she doing here?" He asked.
"She's going to help you," He said. Ethan stretched, confused. "I was cleaning your shit and uh-" Ethan shot up from his bed and went over to his duffle bag.
"I swear to god Grayson if you-" Grayson cut him off.
"I flushed it down the toilet," Gray said. You stood awkwardly, as the twins fought. "Heroin man, what the fuck?" Ethan stared at Grayson.
"This is bullshit." He said. He paced around the room, running his hands through his hair. "I need it, Grayson. I need it." He said. Grayson shook his head.
"Look, I have errands to run today, things to do," Grayson said. You sighed and Ethan looked over at you. "Y/N's here to take care of you, alright?" Ethan shook his head.
"I don't need to be taken care of, Grayson." Grayson chuckled as he grabbed his bag. "What the fuck, Gray?" You shifted from foot to foot, as you waited for instruction.
"She's gonna detox you, E. You'll be fine if you cooperate," Grayson said. You sighed as you pulled out your things from your bag, "She'll get you food and shit. And Ethan?" Ethan looked to Grayson.
"What?" He spat. He was mad, and you hoped he would just cooperate.
"Just try for me man," Grayson sighed and left the room. Ethan turned back to you.
"Now what?" He said. You sighed and pushed him towards the bathroom.
"Go take a long shower, I'll get you clothes and food." You said. He sighed walking in.
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"I don't want it." He said. You shook your head, pushing the gatorade towards him. "No."
"Yes, drink it." You sighed and he shook his head. "Ethan just fucking drink it." You said.
"I'll throw up," He said. You crossed your legs and raised your eyebrows. "I'm cold." He said.
You fixed the blanket over him and pushed the gatorade towards him. "That's exactly what we're going for." You said. "I'm trying to help you." You said. He groaned and drank the gatorade.
Not minutes later, he threw up into the trashcan in front of him. You sighed and closed your eyes as he finished. "I need it," He said, eventually.
"You need what?" You asked, ready to go get him more water. He grabbed your hand and you looked down at him.
"I'll give you money," You rolled your eyes and sat back down. "I'll do anything, I just need half a gram, please." He begged you before throwing up again. He let go of your hand to steady himself on the trash can. You ran your hands through his hair.
"And why would do you expect me to know how to buy drugs?" You asked. He looked up as you handed him the bottle of gatorade again. He took it. "Thank you." You said.
"Well you know how to detox someone from them," He said, taking a drink of the gatorade. You sighed. He threw up some more.
"I had a couple of friends who- I just eventually figured out what worked and what didn't." He looked up at you as you handed him another liquid. He shook his head. You gave him a look and stuck it in his hand. "Stop being a little bitch, and drink it." He raised his eyebrows, drinking the substance.
"I've never heard you say bitch before," He said, smirking before he threw up. "I'm cold as fuck, y/n." He said, shivering.
"So stop throwing away the blanket and cooperate." You said, moving to fix the blanket over him. He looked up at you. "You want water?" You asked softly. He shook his head.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked. His question caught you off guard. Your eyes widened slightly as you shook your head no. He nodded but threw up in the process. You smiled as you rubbed his back.
"I don't," You said, as he sat up. He rested his head on the rim of the can as you rubbed small circles on his back. "Why?" You asked finally.
"'cause you're really prett-" But he threw up before he could finish. You smiled as you held his messy hair back from his forehead. "Pretty." He finished, as he sat back up.
"Thank you," You muttered as he threw up again. He finally sat up and you moved away.
"I'm done." He said, holding his stomach. You raised your eyebrows. "I feel sick." He said. You nodded.
"No shit, Ethan." He smiled as you held him up to the bathroom. He washed his mouth and splashed water on his face before you helped him back into bed.
You helped into the sheets and pulled the blankets over his shoulder. You pulled over a chair and sat next to him. "I'm sober right now." He said eventually. You nodded and pushed the hair from his eyes.
"Yes you are, and you will be from now on." You said. He sighed and nodded. You sat back in your chair as you picked on your jeans.
"I meant what I said before." He said. You gave him a confused look as he closed his eyes and sighed. "You're really pretty." You raised your eyebrows and sighed.
"You're tired, Ethan, get some sleep," You said. He shook his head.
"I'm tired but I'm sober, and when I get my shit together, I'm making you my girlfriend." You held back a smile as he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
Soon you heard soft snores come from him, and you let your hand run through his locks as he slept peacefully. You leaned over a pressed a kiss to his forehead. "You're going to be okay," You whispered. You grabbed his hand that was dangling out of bed and held it in yours. "I promise."
