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THE MIDNIGHT SKY BRUSHED OVER THE FLUSHED FACES OF TWO TEENAGERS, two teenagers that were in a bit of an issue as of right now.
because lexie, who was off her ass, was being taken care of by none another than miles fairchild.
and getting her back into the house at two in the morning undetected was becoming harder and harder as the clock ticked.
it took three tries to get the key in the lock.
lexie was swaying against miles, her weight shifting every time he moved—like her body couldn't decide if it wanted to fall backward or down.
"can you just—" he hissed, trying to catch her before she knocked over the potted plant by the porch. "not move for like five seconds?" he said through gritted teeth as he held her up.
"you're so mean," she slurred, cheek squished against his arm. "you used to be nicer to me. before you hated me." she pouted as she dug her face deeper into his arm.
"i don't hate you," he muttered, finally clicking the lock open. "i hate this. i hate you like this." he clarified through an angered tone of voice, but his reasoning only made lexie roll her eyes.
"that's dramatic." she said through her slurs before she lazily fell a bit further into his shoulder.
"so are you. congratulations." he shot back quickly as he pushed the door open slowly, wincing at the creak. not because of fear, but because of kate, annoying fucking kate.
"lexie," he whispered, crouching a little, looping her arm over his shoulder. "you have to walk. at least pretend." he tried to reason with her in her stubborn, drunk state.
"i am walking," she mumbled as her knees buckled and she collapsed against the doorframe. "this is me walking with... flavor." she clutched onto the wooden frame to hold her up.
"this is you walking like bambi on a frozen lake." he corrected her as he eyed her up and down before he tightened his grip, dragging her step by step past the living room.
"if kate comes out," he muttered, "i'm literally shoving you into a closet and blaming the dog we don't have." he angrily said as he dragged her through the house a bit more.
"oh whaaaat, you don't like her?" she sarcastically said back through her mumbled words,
"i don't care about her," he said through gritted teeth. "i just don't want to listen to a thirty-minute monologue about responsibility while you vomit in a plant." he said through gritted teeth before a breath of exhaustion escaped his lips.
creak.
they both froze.
miles stared at the stairs, scowled, and kept walking.
