Chapter 4

“You’re a lightweight.” Grayson said as we walked down the street, the faint sound of the party fading behind us.

“I h-had like uh,” Hiccup “seventeen drinks?” I honestly did not keep count.

My head was pounding as I staggered towards a bush and puked again.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I growled.

This is so disgusting….

I wiped my lips with the sleeve of my shirt, walking away from where I had just purged and slowly slumping down onto the sidewalk and lying down on my back with a soft groan.

I was honestly out of it. Alcohol, I do not recommend it.

“Come on, get up.” Grayson ordered.

I groaned again.

“Get the fuck up, little Cooper.”

“Leave me to the street.” I mumbled.

I was drunk, tired, and did I mention drunk?

“Alright, come on.” He encouraged, leaning down to take my hands with his.

His hands were soft and warm as they gripped onto mine, pulling me up in a quick surge. When I was vertical again, he held me up as my body threatened to sink back to the ground.

“Fuck.” He whispered to himself.

“Here,” he said, stepping in front of me and kneeling down with his back facing me. “Get on my back.” He ordered.

I fell onto his back, slumping my head over his right shoulder.

“Put your arms around my shoulders.” He ordered.

So bossy.

I drunkenly complied.

He slowly rose from the ground as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “At least you don’t weigh a tonne.” He chuckled, walking further down the street.

“And please do not vomit on me.” He implored, though it sounded more like he was praying to god.

“Where are we going?” I asked in a mumble.

“I’m taking you home, idiot.”

“Why are you always so m-mean to me?” I wondered quietly over his shoulder.

“I am not mean.” He said.

“Yeah you are. You’re an asshole.” I told him, my eyelids becoming heavy.

“I’m an asshole to everyone.” Was his excuse.

I just mumbled gibberish and rested my chin over his shoulder as the street blurred by.

Minutes passed by, though it felt like eons, and we had finally made it to my house. Only the porch light was on, which meant my parents were asleep.

“How the fuck am I going to carry you onto the roof and to your window?” He asked.

I just mumbled again.

“Great advice.” He said sarcastically.

He carried me through the left side of the house, opening the gate and closing it quietly before setting me down on the ground. I stumbled as my feet touched the earth. His hands gripped me, keeping me from staggering into the potted plants beside me.

“Is there a ladder?” He asked, taking a look around.

“Hmmm, check by fence?” I suggested drunkenly with zero clue as to where my dad would’ve put the ladder. I didn’t even know if we had a ladder.

He wandered over toward the fence to take a look as I staggered backward a few steps. I steadied myself before I could fall back into the gate.

“Found it.” He whispered loud enough for me to hear.

He set it up against the roof quietly and motioned for me to climb first.

I started climbing slowly. The last thing I wanted to do was fall because I was too drunk. That wouldn’t go to well, and I would never hear the end of it.

Grayson began climb after me. “Be careful at the top.” He cautioned.

When I reached the top, I laid down forward onto my arms, moving myself towards my window like a slug. This would be an hilarious sight if our neighbours were awake right now.

Grayson stood up behind me and walked towards me, slowly pulling me up.

His right hand rested on my arm.

After a second of standing there, he moved toward my window and began to open it. “Jeez, this window is heavy.”

Finally he opened it and I stumbled through first, landing harshly on my bedroom floor.

Ouch.

“Shhhhh.” Grayson whispered as he climbed in behind me. “I’m not dying today.”

I mumbled what was intended to be an apology but sounded like gibberish as I rolled over onto my back.

I sighed. “Soooooo comfy.”

“You’re ridiculous.” He quietly chuckled.

He stood above me and smirked at me, the light of the moon shining on one side of his face. “Where’s the light?” He wondered.

“Is in the ceiling.”

“The light switch, then, smartass.”

“By the door.” I informed him.

He took a few steps towards the door and flipped the light switch on before walking back to me.

“Up you get.” He held his hands out for me to grab.

I lifted my hands in the air, waving them like a lunatic. He latched onto them, pulling me off of the comfortable carpeted floor and holding me steady.

“Get in the bed.”

I mocked him with slurred words.

I walked over to my bed and fell downwards onto its surface.

He rolled me over and began to tug on the blanket, covering me over with it. “Do you want me to tuck you in?”

I smacked him in the arm, tossing and turning in my bed.

I looked over and saw Grayson going through my backpack, pulling out it’s contents. “What are you doing?” I asked, though it probably sounded like a bunch of gibberish. He pulled out a water bottle and walked towards my bathroom.

I could hear the tap running for a few moments before he walked back into my room and handed me the bottle. “Drink.” He ordered.

“Bossy.” I stated, taking the bottle.

“Sit up first, silly.” Grayson quietly chuckled.

I did my best to sit up straight before taking the longest sip of water.

“How aren’t you drunk?” I slurred.

“I am, I’m just not a lightweight like you.” He playfully punched me in the leg.

I chugged down more water.

He sat down on the edge of my bed. “Did you have fun tonight? Make out with anyone?” He wondered.

I opened one eye, internally groaning. “I’ve never even had my first kiss.” I said with shame. Another thing I hate about being under the influence of alcohol, saying embarrassing things that nobody really needed to hear.

“Liar.” He poked me. I looked up at him, my face set in all drunken seriousness.

“Oh, why not?”

I didn’t answer for a few seconds, trying to come up with an answer that seemed cool. But all I came up with was- “No one would ever want to kiss me.”

“Maybe you just haven’t found the right person to kiss?”

I sat up in my bed, taking another glug of water. I never thought I’d like water this much.

“I’ll probably die before I have my first kiss.” I laughed at myself.

I was the weird kid. I’m surprised I even have good friends that don’t think I’m weird.

I looked at him and his blue eyes were set on mine.

Without thinking, I slowly leaned in. Sober me will definitely murder me in the morning.

When he didn’t pull away, I crashed my lips against his.