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-WASTED

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Warnings: language & drinking

GARRETT, ANDREW AND [Y/N] never expected their break-into-Coachella-heist to work...but it did. They'd all planned on getting kicked out, just admitting defeat. Instead, they were dancing, laughing, and drinking (more [y/n] doing the drinking than anyone else) while music was bumping through the speakers.

[Y/n] was on around her fourth, fifth cup. She couldn't remember at this point, the only thing keeping her standing was the music which she tried to dance to, and using various locations to hold her up.

"Aaaaandr... Andrewww!" she slurred out trying to be louder than the music but failing.

"[y/n,] are you ok?" the ginger asked, at her pale complexion. She simply nodded through another drink.

"I-I.. I think-k I n-need to go..." she said dragging out the "o."

Andrew looked at Garrett seeming happy talking with other people Andrew couldn't quite recognized because of the lights. He grabbed
[Y/n]'s arm gently setting her cup down, and walking over to Garrett.

"Hey! I'm taking [Y/n] home. She's really drunk!" he yelled over the music.

Garrett looked behind him watching [Y/n] lean her body completely against Andrew's, clinging onto his hoodie for support.

"Yup, she's wasted!" Garrett giggled out. "Yeah, go ahead and take her home. I can get a cab!" he laughed again.

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After a long car ride of [Y/n] letting out "ooh" and "ahh"s at all the neon signs from the street. He pulled into the drive, unbuckling his seat belt
[Y/n] following suit. He also opened his door, expecting the girl to do the same, except this time she didn't.

Andrew looked at her, silently asking for an explanation, which she gave a few moments later.

"I can't move... It makes me dizzy." she frowned. "C-Can you carry me?" she asked, smiling excitedly.

He groaned before answering. "Fine, but you have to open the doors and hold the camera." he said looking her in the eyes, knowing her answer when she smiled wider.

He managed to get her up and out of the car, scooping her up and her grabbing the camera off he top of the car. They opened the various doors on the way to the bedroom.

Andrew laid [Y/n] down getting a water bottle and a bottle of Advil from the kitchen and bathroom. Walking back into the bedroom he found she'd manage to not throw up.

He'd sat the bottles down on the bedside table. Getting her purse and finding her phone in it, placing it beside the bottles. He managed to tug off her shoes. He'd pull the covers over her and basically tucked her in. She hadn't said a word until he started to leave, choking out a "stay."

"W-What!?" he stuttered, cheeks turning refer than they already were.

"Stay. At least till I... Fall asleep. I wanna cuddle..." she trailed off, pulling the covers back beside her.

He pulled off his shoes and hoodie trying to cool down. He though he'd managed to, sliding under the covers, until [Y/n] threw her arm over his stomach, nuzzling her face into his neck.

There it was. The oh so familiar feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He'd get them almost all the time he was around [Y/n,] them starting about three months ago and they never subsided.

He'd just roll with it, she was drunk after all. He'd though that until she un-hid her face, looking up at him adorably, whispering a quite "I like you Andrew."

He looked down shocked, a matching red tint on both their cheeks as their eyes met. "I like you too, [Y/n.]"