✧•꧁Alex꧂•✧

*I cry for hours*

*he stays with you the entire time, he doesn't care how long it takes. He's not going to leave you until you're okay. He just holds you close and lets you cry. He whispers words of comfort and reassurance, hoping that it will help you feel better.*

*Alex glances at the radio and sees the name of the song on the screen* "It's a song called 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' by Nirvana. It's a pretty popular song."

Eh, tooooo popularrr *I complain, but fumble backwards into the backseat and sing along* "With the lights out, it's less dangerous. Here we are now, entertain us. I feel stupid and contagious...." My drunken slur is worse than Cobain's for the "Hello"'s

"A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido--yeah" *This song is so played-out I even know the lyrics when I'm this drunk*

*Alex looks at you with worry, he puts the glass down and grabs a cold cloth, placing it on your forehead and rubbing it gently* "your temperature is a little high, I think you might have a fever."

*I groan and roll over, pulling the blanket over my head and trying to block out the light*

*Alex sighs and stands up, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a few pills, he comes back over to you and kneels down next to you again, he holds the pills out to you* "take these, they'll help."

(she wakes up)

*Alex is still sitting on the couch, he's listening to music, he's lost in thought, he doesn't notice that you're awake yet*

*he smiles back, he gets up from the couch and walks over to you, he sits down next to you on the bed, he brushes your hair out of your face*

why did you care?

*he pauses, his eyes narrowing as he thinks about your question. He then sighs and speaks in a softer tone* "I care because I don't want you to get hurt. You're drunk and you're not thinking straight. I'm just trying to keep you safe."

I don't need you to keep me safe. I can take care of myself.

*He looks back at you and he's not sure what to say. He feels a little embarrassed that he fell asleep with you in his arms, but he also can't help but notice how cute you look right now. He clears his throat and tries to act normal* "Umm, morning."

morning... my head hurts

*He sits up and looks at you, he can tell you're still a little drunk. He gets up and goes to the kitchen to get you some water and aspirin. He comes back with a glass of water and some pills and hands them to you* "Here, take these. It'll help with the hangover."