Let Me Know| Monty x Winston (13 Reasons Why) *discontinued*

Party Fifty-Nine

POV: Winston
Saturday, June 15, 2021
10:40pm

I wiped my hands over the fogged mirror so I could see myself properly. Our clothes were wet and in a pile inside the shower, I had no idea what we were gonna wear. Monty stood behind me, drying himself off with an off-white towel and then wrapping it around his waist.

"What know?" he asked.

"I don't know." I said looking at myself in the mirror and adjusting my hair.

He snuck up behind me—although it wasn't much of a sneak since I could see him coming in the mirror—and hugged me from behind kissing my neck. I squirmed away with a little smile.

"Are we going out naked or what's the plan?" he leaned on the counter next to me.

"We'll just have to ring out the clothes as much as we can and wear them," I responded.

"Well, thats kinda stupid."

"What is?" I knew what he was talking about, I found it kinda stupid too but we had no other choice unless we were to walk around the house naked.

"We're gonna be soaking wet."

I shrugged, "do you have any other suggestions?"

I turned around right as he opened the door to the bathroom and stood beside it. He pointed to a room across from the bathroom.

"What?" I was confused.

"That's Matt Whitney's room," he replied as if something was obvious and I should've gotten it right away.

"Uh..cool," I said.

He raised his eyebrows.

I realized what he was trying to communicate, we were supposed to use Matt Whitney's clothes, "Oh... ew! No way."

"Why not? it's not like he'll notice or anything," Monty rolled his eyes.

"Uh..yeah, I'm pretty sure he will notice that's the thing so..."

"Well...I am going to go put on some dry, clean clothes but if you want to wear wet, smelly clothes, that's you choice," He exited the room walking backwards.

I rolled my eyes with a slight smile and grabbed my t-shirt off the ground and started to ring it out in the sink by myself. Water seemed to leave the shirt as i rang it out but when I undid it, it was still wet.

"Oh...sorry I didn't know anyone was- Winston?" A groggy, tired voice came from behind.

I turned quickly, "Cj?"

Cj was standing leaning against the door frame, his eyes were halfway closed and red. He was drunk—and maybe high. His oversized zip up jacket was hanging off of one shoulder and his shirt had a giant pink stain on it.

"What-why-what are you doing here?" I zoomed past him, bumping into his shoulder accidentally and i to the room Monty was in.

"Hey! I'm changing-" Monty covered his bare body with his hands.

I reached for a random shirt in the closet and walked back out, shutting the door behind me.

Cj turned around slowly while I put on the shirt and walked back into the bathroom.

"A girl spilled her drink on me and I came here to..." he yawned and put his head against the wall, "to change."

I looked at him while hanging my shirt on the bathroom closet door when I noticed him slipping.
I rushed over quickly and caught him before his body hit the floor.

He giggled, his eyes were practically closed, "You saved me," he frowned but I'm sure it was unintentional, "my...hero." he burped under his breath.

"Alright um, Monty!" I yelled, holding Cj's head in my lap.

He sat up and tried to get up but I held him down, "Ouu, let's not do that this time you'll actually faint, buddy!"

"Why are you being so nice to me?" he closed his eyes and leaned forward.

"Well, for starters, your drunk...like, really drunk. And second-"

Monty rushed in, fully clothed in clothes that did not belong to him, "What the f..."

"Help me get him up," I said grabbing Cj's armpit and advising Monty to do the same.

"What is he doing here?" Monty said putting Cj's arm around his neck.

"Uh, he just walked in and then next thing I know he's on the floor, blackout drunk," I answer kicking the door to Matt's room open, "Right here, on the bed," We flopped him onto the bed.

"What so he just...showed up out of no where?" Monty scratched the top of his head.

I grabbed a pair of underwear and shorts and started to change.

"Yeah, it was so weird like I didn't even hear his footsteps."

I zipped up the fly of the pants and sighed of relief.

"Are we just gonna leave him here?" Monty pointed at his unconscious body.

I scoffed, "Well unless you wanna carry him around like backpack I think this is the best choice." I turned off the lights and closed the door of the room, Monty behind me.

"Very funny, you should be a comedian," Monty blabbered sarcastically.

"Oh you think so?" I said walking down the stairs.

"Yeah," he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back before I could be seen by anyone and got close to my face, he stared intensely before talking, "you have something on your face," he whispered. He licked his thumb and ran it across my lip, giving me goosebumps.

"Better."