Brian’s P.O.V
I managed to make it back to Madi who was leaning against a wall, waiting where I left her. For once, I was thankful for Amy’s friend Amber wanting to go shopping. I smiled at Madi who looked back at me with a blank stare. “So we need to be quiet and careful. So we don’t run into anyone on the way out,” I told her as she nodded. She ended up blushing after she hiccupped loudly.

“Sorry,” she whispered before hiccupping again. I sighed, this was going to be harder than I thought. I mean we would have to walk past the door that leads to the room where lunch was and any remaining guest…like Amy would be in there. “Bac…Back door?” she asked. I smiled softly, for being drunk she was still pretty smart. I nodded before leading her towards the back as she stumbled behind me. “Sorry,” she mumbled again.

I chuckled softly before speaking up. “Its fine,” she nodded as we walked out the door and to my car. I unlocked the doors to the car and we both got in. She fumbled around with the seatbelt before finally locking it in place. She looked out the window as I started the car. She looked at me before speaking up.

“Ca…can I turn the,” she paused for a moment. “Radio on?” she asked softly. I nodded and she grinned before turning it on and looking out the window. “You can take me home,” she mumbled softly. I almost didn’t hear her over the radio.

I turned the volume down as I spoke up. “Ty’s got your keys,” she frowned in thought and then looked worried.

“My bag,” her words were cut off by a hiccup. She frowned in frustration before finishing her sentence. “Is still in the room. I think,” I nodded as we pulled up to my house.

“You can text Ty to tell him to take your bag with him,” she nodded as I turned off the engine and got out. I walked around the car to her side and laughed softly at the sight. She was struggling and fighting with the belt buckle to get it off. I watched it for a few seconds before opening the door. She groaned softly. I leaned in over her and unbuckled it for her, I pulled away feeling my cheeks heat up at how close we were. She went to get out, but I was worried about that so I offered her my hand and helped her out. She stumbled a bit and fell into my chest.

“Your chest is hard,” she mumbled before rubbing her forehead where it collided with my chest. “Sorry,” she slurred for the third time within an hour.

“When you get in the house you can have a glass of water. But first you can take off your shoes okay?” I asked knowing those shoes could cause a problem. She nodded as I walked up and unlocked the door with ease before letting her go in first. I watched her walk over and sit down on the couch.

I turned away to close the door, and when I turned back…she was attempting to get her shoes off. Which, let me tell you…was an interesting sight. In her drunken state, she couldn’t manage to grab the latch and unlatch her shoes. She gave up just stopped trying. She was pouting adorably. I walked over and knelt in front of her. “Help?” she asked with a sigh.

I nodded and after a couple of minutes had unlatched the shoes and pulled them off. “How come it was so…easy for you?” she asked, grumbling slightly. I shrugged with a chuckle as she continued pouting.

“You want that water now?” I asked. She nodded and I stood up. “How about I go get it…and you stay here?” she nodded again. I walked to the kitchen and got a bottle of water for her before walking back out. She was playing with her hands nervously while staring off into space. I tapped her shoulder and handed her the water which she managed to open on her own before drinking it.

She closed it and put it on the table before turning to me. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled it and with how much she was slurring I almost didn’t understand it.

“For what?” I asked softly as she let out a sigh.

“For this. For you feeling the need to take care of me or something. And for getting drunk,” she slurred with tears starting to form in her pretty blue eyes. I bit my lip wondering how she had managed to work herself up so quickly.

“Shh don’t cry Madi,” I attempted to soothe her but I wasn’t even sure how to. She started to cry harder and buried her face in her hands. I bit my lip as she continued to cry. I pulled myself up onto the couch and pulled her to my chest. “Please don’t cry, Madi. It wasn’t your fault,” I whispered trying to soothe her. I don’t like seeing girls cry…I don’t know how to explain it.

She sniffled before speaking up. “Yeah it is. I shouldn’t have trusted Amy,” she wailed. I sighed before rubbing her back lightly feeling myself blushing slightly when my hand came in contact with her bare shoulder. I guess she had the hoodie cause the dress was spaghetti straps. “I’m sorry,” she sighed before wiping at her eyes. I nodded before moving her hands away and wiping at her tears with my thumbs.

“It’s fine. Um you want to change or shower or something?” I asked nervously. She nodded, so I pulled her up and walked with her to my room. I dug through my clothes and handed her a shirt before grabbing a pair of boxers since the only other pants I had, would have no chance of fitting her. “Shower or just change?” I asked quietly as I handed her the boxers. She thought about it for a minute.

“Change. Before you go, will you help me with the zipper?” she asked quietly. I nodded and she turned around and pulled her hair out of the way. I unzipped it and walked out closing the door behind me and waiting. After a few minutes, she opened the door dressed in the clothes I had given her and holding the dress. “Where can I put it?” she asked as I looked her up and down before taking it from her. I hung it on a hanger in my closet.

I turned to her and she bit her lip before finally speaking up. “I don’t feel good,” she had mumbled it softly and I almost didn’t hear her. I grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom. By the time she had actually gotten there she had placed her other hand over her mouth.

She knelt down and closed her eyes leaning back against the wall next to the toilet. I went to walk out for a minute to go answer the phone that was ringing, when I heard her throwing up. I walked back in and knelt behind her holding her hair, and rubbing her back lightly. She wiped her mouth and muttered another ‘sorry’. I shook my head indicating it was fine and flushed the toilet before helping her stand up. I opened the cabinet and offered her mouthwash to rinse her mouth out. She accepted it with a small smile before rinsing her mouth out.

I led her back to the living room where we sat down and turned on MTV for awhile. It had been maybe half an hour before I looked back to see her curled up, passed out on the couch. I walked over and picked her up after moving her shoes someplace where I wouldn’t trip over them. I headed towards my room as she began to clutch my shirt in her hands.

I went to lay her on my bed. When I went to stand up right and cover her with the blanket…she wouldn’t release my shirt. I attempted to move her hands, but the grip on my shirt was too strong at the moment. I sighed knowing that tomorrow she was probably going to smack me.

I laid down next to her and listened to her rhythmic breathing as she slept. What surprised me more was when she rolled over and had her head lying on my chest as she curled up to my side. I rubbed her back lightly as she mumbled incoherently in her sleep. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Notes

Alright, let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. Italics were crossed out words in the mibba version, since he shouldn't be thinking of those words.