[Making the chapters longer for obvious reasons. Read on!]
You and Stephen step into your house, glad to be out of the rain. Water drips all over your floor, but you ignore it as you turn around to face Stephen.
"Stay right here, I conveniently have an oversized hoodie that will fit you." You tell him. You quickly sprint upstairs to get it.
"Don't trip!" Stephen calls with a hint of sarcasm. You scoff with a grin. You quickly run to your closet and search through, grabbing your large yellow hoodie and rushing back downstairs. You slip slightly at the end but you immediately regain your balance and shove it into Stephen's chest.
"Maybe next time I'll be lucky enough to see you slip." He teased. You lightly punch him.
"Just give me your soaked hoodie so it can be washed by tomorrow." You smirk, putting your hands on your hips and shifting your weight to one side. Stephen turns to the side, taking off his hoodie and the soaked shirt under it. You turn away with a pink face, forgetting that his shirt would be soaked too. You hear Stephen chuckle.
"You're so weird!" He laughed. "Am I really that ugly?"
"No! It's just.. not polite to look." You mutter. He laughs once more, putting the soaking clothes bunched up in the arm you'd stretched out for him to put them in. You huddle them closer so they don't fall, and you begin to walk off until you're stopped by a cold, wet hand. You flinch at the feeling.
You turn around, face to face with Stephen. You look into his eyes for a good few seconds before glancing down and seeing he hasn't put on the hoodie yet. You step back, looking down with a red face.
"What was that for?" You growled, embarassed. He lets out a little exhale of amusement.
"I just wanted to see your stupid face!" He giggled, clearly kidding. You couldn't help but laugh.
"Whatever, tough guy. Put on that hoodie and I'll be back." You stumble to the laundry room and shove them in the washer. You stand there for a minute to regain yourself.
You come back out and Stephen finally put on the yellow hoodie. He smiles as he looks up to the sight of you approaching him.
"You.. look good in yellow." You admit. He smirks.
"I know, it compliments my hair well, doesn't it?" He does a little pose and you giggle.
"I'm gonna go up to my room and change. Put something on TV?" You offer. He nods, his gaze following you as you head upstairs. You paused at the top and he waved. You waved back, turning to go into your room. What a dork.
You come back downstairs and don't hear the TV. Not much of a surprise. You round the corner, your gaze resting on Stephen who was chugging something.
"Stephen?" You murmur. He jumps and slams down the now empty cup, shoving something in the cabinet.
"Y-Yes ma'am! I'm here!" He plants his elbow on the counter and leans all of his weight on it, wiping his mouth with the other arm.
"What were you drinking?" You question suspiciously. Stephen tried to play it off but something was clearly wrong.
"Something edible."
You take a bottle of alcohol from the cabinet and hold it up. You can't help but grin as Stephen glances at you, embarassed. Vulnerable.
"This stuff may be edible, but it's against the law." You put it neatly back into the cabinet, giggling silently. Stephen sighs.
"I only had, like, a pint!" He groaned. You whipped around.
"Only a pint?! You're wasted!" You exclaim, softening your once sharp gaze as he looks down. You strut up to him, resting your warm hand on his cheek.
"I'm sorry. Let's get you upstairs. If you can sleep through the sickness, you might be able to make it to school without looking like you've partied all night." You murmur. Instead of protesting, Stephen just nods, hopping off the counter he had sat on when you put the bottle in the cabinet. He was definitely a confident drunk, but he seemed so peaceful right now. Cute.
You tuck him into your bed, assuming you're just going to sleep on the couch. He's the guest, after all. He deserves the luxuries. Before you leave he grabs your arm.
"Do we have to to go school tomorrow? I don't wanna go..." He managed to whimper as he rolled over a little. You turn your head, removing the tensity you had in your muscles seconds before. "Please..?"
"You know what, that's a good idea. It's just one day. We'll just have to get slugged on Monday." You giggle, softly removing his hand from your wrist. "Night, Stephen."
"Mmhm."
