Neighbor Girl °finished°

Invasive Thoughts-6

TW: Alcohol

After I argued with myself at the McDonalds for another 5 minutes, we got up and left, going into little shops around the city.

We were in this little vintage shop, Tommy and I were looking in the jewelry display. "I'm going to go see if I can find a record, I'll be back in a minute." He nodded and stayed, looking at the display.

I found the record I was looking for and walked back to him, to which he was holding a small bag. I payed and walked out the shop, listening to Tommy talk about the things he saw around the city today.

"Anyways, I found these two rings in the display case." He started, pulling them out the bag. "One for you, one for me." Tommy put one in my hand, closing my palm around the ring. "Tommy," I sighed, deeply appreciating the gesture.

Say it.

"thank you." I finished with a smile, slipping the ring on my left hand.

God damn it.

We walked down the street to my car, talking about some new thing on the Dream SMP. I looked down at the ring while Tommy kept explaining it and how it could be bad for L'Manburg. It was a simple silver band, which was something I liked about it.

It almost represented Tommy, clear about how he is. He's funny, and loud, and cute. Cuter than anyone I could think of off the top of my head. My phone burred in my pocket, making me jump a little.

George- So, are you gonna meet Wilbur and Tubbo and me up later? It's kind of a party for just us. Also bring Tommy

I rolled my eyes. "Tommy, do you want to go to a party with Tubbo and Wilbur?" He nodded his head and smiled quite eagerly.

- - -

We got down to George's apartment and walked in, being greeted with big hugs.

"Welcome to the party little sis!" Beer bottle in hand. Nice.

"Aw c'mon your light weight sister is here?" Wilbur yelled in the back.

"Watch your self Will! I could easily out drink you, so don't be an arsehole!"

I walked in with Tommy, the smell of vodka and beer floating through the room. Wilbur handed the both of us beers, leaving us to talk to Tubbo.

"Kira, have you drank before?" Tommy sounded worried. "Yeah, why? Are you good?" He shook his head, pulling me into the bathroom.

"I've never had alcohol." Ah, thats why.

"It's ok Tommy. I'll tell Will and George to not give you any drinks. I might get drunk though. Is that okay with you?" He nodded and pulled me into a hug.

We came out the bathroom and I told the lot about Tommy's non-alcoholness, which they both agreed too.

"Kira! Drinking contest!"

I rolled my eyes and stood behind the counter, watching George pour out shots.

- - -

"Tommyyy." I slurred, bumping into him. "Kira?" I held onto him, trying to make the world stop spinning. "I think I'm drunk." I hiccuped, burying my face into his shoulder.

"C'mon, lets take you to the bathroom."

I held onto him as we walked to the bathroom, thinking random things. Once we made it to our destination, Tommy closed the door and pulled out a cloth and wet it, putting it on my forehead. I giggled, leaning back on his chest.

"You smell nice." I hiccuped and groaned, my head feeling like shit. Tommy moved me over a little and took his sweatshirt off and handed it to me. "Thank you kind sir." I giggled, leaning back on him.

He smiled and pulled me closer to him, pulling my hair up into a ponytail. I walked out of the bathroom to get a glass of water, and to go to bed. Tommy followed me, I assume to make sure I was ok.

I went into the guest bedroom, lying down and covering myself up. Tommy came in, watching me get into bed. "Good night Kira."

"No, don't go, please."

"Well, where am I supposed to sleep?"

"With me. Just don't leave please."

He sighed and got in bed, covering himself up. "Are you happy now?" He asked, turning to look at me.

"Yes. I don't know I drank. I'm not in a good place when I drink. I dunno what would have happened if you weren't here." He frowned.

"I'm here now. And I'm never leaving."

I smiled. "That's why I love you."