ғɪғᴛʏ ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ (ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ)

16. 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 (ᴋ.ʙ)

A giggly kiss

(warning: under-age drinking)

You and your friends sat in Jacobi's restaurant. You were all just having a lazy afternoon after work. Just chilling, sipping on coke from glasses paid for by Denton. It was getting late and people had started to leave including Bryan, you thanked him for the drinks and for all the effort he went through getting you on the front page. You, Mush, Skittery and Spot all hung back for a while. You really got to talking, it was nice, you enjoyed talking to these boys about things that weren't newspapers. The bell on the door broke the conversation, heads snapped to face the entrance. Kid stumbled through the door placing his hands on a table to steady himself.

"Kid, you okay?" Spot yelled from across the room. Kid stood himself up, muttered something very slurred before throwing himself down into a chair. He placed his head in his hands and giggled to himself. You closed your eyes and sighed, nodding to the boys as a goodbye. You walked over to Louis and knelt in front of him.

"You okay baby?" you asked looking up at him. He giggled looking down at you, reaching out to boop your nose. You hoisted him up, placing one hand round his waist, the other on his chest. Slowly but surely you made it to the door before you left you turned back.

"Bye guys" you said.

"Shh, why are you so loud?" he murmured. You just shook your head and started making your way to your house.

"Louis are you drunk?" you asked. He just giggled again, and you took that as an immediate yes.

"Louis, what did I tell you about drinking, you aren't even 21" you lectured him.

"Stop complaining and kiss me"

"Louis..."

You went to call him out for drinking again when he pressed his lips to yours, silencing your concerns. He giggled against your lips; his eye scrunched up tightly. He tasted like alcohol, the bitterness lingering against your skin. You too giggled at the tickling sensation and pulled away.

"Come on Louis... Let's get you home"

BONUS

"Stop it" Louis yelled as you threw open the drapes, the sun beaming in. He placed a hand on his forehead, the volume of his own voice to loud.

"Its your own fault" you claimed, putting a fresh glass of water beside your bed.

"God, I hate it when your right..."

(A/N: This one is short but sweet and i really like it. I definitely see Kid Blink ( 1992) as a giggly drunk and you gladly put up with his BS because you love him! Also if you are seeing this please drop a follow if you enjoy this series, it would mean the world to me. Anyways, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it, stay safe and ily)