Story Time!

In the Morning (Part 1)

You drunkenly stumble your way over to me. "Heyy."

I reach out to steady you. "Hey. Looks like you're having fun tonight."

You take another long sip from your drink. "Yeah. This stuff is goood."

I did a mental count of the drinks you've had. "Maybe start taking it easy, though?"

"Yeah, surre." You turn to look at me. "Wow, you're prretty."

"And you're pretty drunk," I reply while slowly removing your cup from your hands.

You suddenly fling your arms around me and I wince as I feel both our drinks spill on us. "What are you doing, silly?"

"I don't know. Just wanna be close to you," you murmur against my neck.

I reach over and place our empty cups on the counter. "Do you want me to bring you home?"

"Naah. Wanna stay with you." You settle yourself comfortably against me.

I start to bring my arms up to hold you but stop. "I think I should take you home."

You pull back to look in my eyes. "Whyy?"

"Because you're obviously drunk?"

You stare at me for a moment. "Wow, I wanna kiss you."

I freeze and start trying to distance myself from you. "Don't say things like that."

"But it's truue."

I inhale sharply and step back from you. "Let me take you home, please."

"Fiine."

I carefully lead you to the car and start driving to your house.

You lay slumped against the car door, half-awake for the short drive.

I gently nudge you. "We're here."

"Don't wanna move."

I quirk an eyebrow. "Don't make me carry you."

You make no effort to get out of the car. "Guess we'll not go anywhere then."

I sigh before walking to your side of the car. "Come on."

You fumble with your seatbelt, cursing as it won't unlock.

I watch you struggle for a minute until finally deciding to undo it for you.

I pull you out of the car and you promptly start falling onto the ground.

I struggle to lock the car and keep you standing. "I swear, are you trying to help me?"

You shrug helplessly. "You should carry mee."

"Where are your keys?" I ask.

"Keys?" you repeat.

"If you lost them I will--"

"Naah." You start rummaging through your pockets. "Should be here. . . Aha."

I half drag/half carry you inside and up to your room.

I help you clamber awkwardly into bed and turn to leave.

Crash!

I turn back around and stare at you laying on the floor. "Now what are you doing, silly?"

"Owwie."

I kneel down next to you to help you back up. "You're even more clumsy when drunk. It's adorable."

Your cheeks instantly heat up. "Don't make me blush."

"Then stop being so cute," I say as I position you in the middle of the bed so you don't fall off again.

I start to leave but you grab my hand. "Don't want you to go."

My eyes flit down to your hand on mine. "Why?"

"Still wanna kiss you."

I look away. "Don't. You know I like you and. . . you'll regret anything that happens in the morning."

"Probably, but still want to."

I quickly lean forward and kiss you on the cheek. "Go to sleep."

"Only if you stay here."

A brief staring contest ensues before I relent. "Fine. But stay on your side of the bed."

You, of course, don't listen and throw yourself on top of me the second I lay next to you. "Yayy!"

I can't help but smile. "Now will you sleep?"

You move your hand to rest on my cheek as you stare down at me. "Want to kiss you first."

You slowly lean down and press your lips against my cheek. "Okayy, good niight."

I stare into the darkness as you slowly drift off to sleep, knowing that in the morning you'll probably regret everything.

But right now, it's good to pretend.