Matt tried to hide his anger as he listened to Tom drunkenly babble. He secretly loved watching Tom and talking to Tom when he was drunk, but this night he had gone too far.
Drunk Tom was normally less sarcastic and rude. He was more honest with him thoughts. He was a handful, but it was worth knowing what Tom really thought. Once he got Tom to fess up about why he really hated Tord.
It was honestly less juicy than Matt expected. Tom claimed that Tord once said diet Smirnoff wasn't that bad. Like seriously? Hold a grudge over that?
Still talking to drunk Tom was the best thing in the world. Sure, it almost always resulted in Matt and Edd cleaning after him, but damn we're the conversations worth it.
However, this night was very different. Matt grumbled as he carried a very drunk Tom. Tom toppled over his own two feet.
Matt hated the fact that he had to get out of bed to fetch Tom from a pub. It was a waste of his time. Yet, he had to. God knows what Tom would get into. But those constant giggles coming from Tom didn't help.
"You're going straight to bed when we get home." Matt grumbled to himself as he put Tom into the car.
"But dad, it isn't even my bed time yet." Tom complained. Matt rolled his eyes.
As he drove he tried his best not to lose his temper, but Tom kept messing with everything. Matt wanted to tie his hands up to make him stop. By the time the got home, Matt just about had his head into the steering wheel.
He hauled Tom into the house. "Edd is doing this next time."
"Edd is a good man." Tom slurred.
Matt groaned. "Yeah, why isn't he doing this shit?"
Tom went silent. Finally they reached Tom's room. Matt pulled Tom's nasty alcohol covered sweatshirt off. Throwing it into his hamper, he grabbed Tom some night clothes. He pulled Tom's day clothes off and dressed him for bed.
As he tucked Tom in, he pulled the trash can to Tom's bedside. Finally his job was done. Tom was home safe and he had been taken care off. He turned to leave Tom.
As he went to walk, he felt a hand grip his shirt. Matt looked at Tom confused.
"Hey, wanna know a secret?" Tom asked. He giggled like a school girl. Matt rolled his eyes.
"Sssuurree." He drawled out.
"Okay, okay. So.. shhh... I think I have a crush on someone." Tom said.
Matt humored him. "Who?"
"His name is Matt, but don't tell him!" Tom slurred.
Matt felt his face heat up. "Tom, I am Matt."
Tom looked up at him with wide eyes. "Oh no!"
"Christ." Matt said into his hand.
"Matt, I think I like you." Tom said. He pulled Matt into a hug. Matt smiled softly. He hugged Tom back.
"I like you too." Matt said.
Tom pulled back. "Nnnooo. I like, like you."
Matt laughed. "I know, Tom."
"Are you psychic?" Tom asked. Matt tucked Tom back in.
"Go to sleep." He said.
"Okay!" Tom said.
