✧•꧁Alex꧂•✧

u think like a mother?

"Maybe I do. At least I'm the one who's sober enough to drive." *he rolls his eyes and opens the back seat door, waiting for you to get in*

*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*

*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 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*