~"What would you like?"~
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"You know I've never drank before, how am I supposed to know?" I joke and Jared just playfully punches my arm. He pushes his glasses up with his finger and scans his little mini bar. He starts to snicker meaning he got an idea that's really going to fuck me up later on, I'm scared now. Last time he got an 'idea', it was to squirt lemon juice in his eyes so the demons can't get to you... yeahhhh I'm fucked.
He notices my worried look, "c'mon, have a little fun, when was the last time you had a real good laugh after something stupid you did?" Is he joking? Is he actually joking?
"I almost DIED LAST TIME!" It felt stupid that I actually had to remind him. "You suggested that I visit the animal shelter and a dog bit me," I lifted up the bottom of my pant leg and showed him the bite that was still there, "see?!" Another one of his stupid ideas that I foolishly went along with. That just happens when-
"Okay! I get it! I'm an idiot!" I kind of freeze for a second and try to see if he's actually joking or not. He jokes a lot but obviously it's a cover up. We both go quiet for a second and that's when I realize he wasn't messing around. Shit, what did I get myself into?... I can already feel my palms start to sweat.
"Uhm, you're not, you're not an idiot... if that's... what you're thinking." Fricken stutter. Despite me hating my stutter, I'd rather focus my attention on Jared. He's not a quiet person so when he is... it's kind of uh, not the same. I bite my lip as I start to get anxious and play with my hands. I actually got slightly slimmer clothing so I would stop playing with the hem of my shirt... guess I need gloves now.
"That's... thank you." He looks back at me from previously looking at the counter, and his smile is so miniscule that if I were just any other person, I wouldn't notice it. But when you know someone, like deeply know someone... you get them.
"Uh, no problem." I do a small nervous chuckle and wipe my hands on my pants as I try to relax again. I ask what he would prefer for a virgin sober like me (hA) and he starts naming all these brands and types of wine- I hate that alcohol gets him excited but hey, at least he's happy. For a couple minutes, it's just me and him, talking, having some laughs, it's a good time.
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I'm drunk as fuck. I accidentally poured too much into my glass and I'm dizzy (I'm underaged so of course I've never gotten drunk before so I don't know exactly what it's like but I have seen movies so-). I'm dizzy, my head hurts, I want to sleep, but I also want to do some stupid shit with Jared so we can fully laugh about it in the morning. I like being an idiot with him, it feels good to laugh.
"Jareddddd(who remembers this?)." I call out with my eyes half closed, half open. Whether or not they stay that way, I wouldn't know.
"Jeez Ev, you're hammered? How much did you drink?" He laughs from beside me and I realize I'm actually on the floor, leaning against the couch. Since when was I on the floor? Who cares, I'm probably going to pass out anyway, at least the fall wouldn't hurt as much.
"I don't know, 4... 5... glasses?" I lay my head back and look at the ceiling, well I try to. It looks blue, wasn't it white before? Or was it beige or something stupid? I literally don't remember what Jared's house looks like, damn. I snap back to sort of reality and hear Jared laughing.
"Funny Ev, you couldn't handle that many. Now seriously, how much did you drink?" He sits up from the couch and puts his hands on his legs, looking down at me. He doesn't believe me- well I don't even know what color the ceiling is so... he's not wrong.
"I don't even know, man. I feel like a Cheeto running through the wind."
"... don't you mean a cheetah?"
"Nope."
"Yeah you're going to bed." He chuckles and stands up next to me then kneels down, he tries to take the glass out of my hand because I might break it. I would feel too bad afterwards if I did so I guess that's fine. When he tries to lift me up though, that's when I say 'nuh-uh'.
"Nooo, I'm bonding with the floor!" I roll over and lay down, trying to prove a point that I really shouldn't be proving. He just laughs again and looks at me with that look, that look when you have to stop the person you love from doing something that will embarrass them later on. I know that look because I've done it way too many times with Jared. Wrong choice of words, me.
"Ev, c'mon, take a break." He lifts my hand up and tries to push me over so my back is to the floor but fails. Intentionally or not, I take hold of his hand and I don't want to let go. It's cold, and since my hands are always sweating, they get cold. Plus they already don't have much blood in them.
"Your hands are cold, I can warm them up for youuu?" I slur a little bit and laugh as he starts to laugh too.
"Oh my god, stop with the corny pick up lines." His glasses fall due to him looking down and laughing, so I pick them up with my other hand and put them on because I'm hilarious.
"How do I look?" I ask him and he just stares at me, stops laughing, and fully sits on the floor. He kind of looks mesmerized, or I could just be imagining things because of the state I'm in.
"I don't know if you look cuter with or without glasses."
"...what?"
"Let's get you to bed." He changes the subject and tries to pick me up again, I just let him as I try to process what he just said. I zone out as he walks me to the nearest bed, I'm guessing it's a guest bedroom because there's little decoration for it. He lays me down but that's when I have to say something.
"Jared?"
"Mhm?"
"I know I'm intoxicated, and I'll probably forget all of this in the morning, but you really helped me today. I needed it after the day I had, especially with a voice message I got on my way over here."
"What was it about?" He asks and sits down next to me, he starts to play with my hair and I swear I fell deeper in love.
"My mom like always, she's stuck at work and a patient was being really idiotic. They threw a scalpel at her leg, she's fine but she needs stitches. It's not life threatening but as her son, I care a lot about her..."
"Yeah, I get it."
"I had second thoughts coming over here though, I didn't want to start crying and you have to comfort me... like always. It gets annoying..."
"Oh... uhm, I'm sorry if my way of comforting isn't exactly the best." He sounds so sad.
"No no no, you're the opposite. God you make me feel soooo happy afterwards." The alcohol kicks back in one more time. I giggle at the end of my sentence.
"Okay, get some rest then." He slowly starts to take his hand out of my hair but I place my hand on top of his, I don't want him to stop.
"Noooo, keep going. I'm not done talking."
"Okay buddy." He goes back to playing with my hair and I snuggle into it, why is this so comforting?
"You know, we don't act like best friends sometimes."
"Oh really? I haven't noticed." He says with full sarcasm as it sounds, and it makes me laugh.
"Shut up, I'm serious though! You're petting me right now, you said I looked cute, I stare at you with loving dazes all the time and you never notice."
"What was the last one?"
"I'm in love with you."
"... you're drunk Ev, you'll say anything..." his voice was so soft, it was barely audible. I look up to him to get a better look and he's disappointed, at least he looks like it.
"Sober thoughts... are drunk words..." I start to feel tired and my eyelids get heavy. I start to drift off with Jared still playing with my hair, his soft breathing, and the comfort of him just being there. I know I'm going to be asked questions in the morning... for once I'm not going to lie to him.
