❤Duff #4- Drunk Pt. 2

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Angst, Fluff towards the end

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Duff

I woke up on the couch on the tour bus. The sun peeked through the open curtains.

Fuck it's bright. Who opened the damn curtains?

Never mind about that. Izzy left early last night. Then I come home- or to the bus- Lexi curled up on his lap. He was wide awake.

"What the actual fuck is going on?"

"Duff, man, go lay down on the couch. She doesn't need or want to see you right now. Nothing happened or is going to happen. I will talk to you in the morning."

"The fuck are you now? Huh? You sleeping with her?"

"Duff you're drunker than fuck. Don't make me knock your ass out for you. Go to sleep on the fucking couch."

Izzy said he'd talk to me this morning. The fuck was that supposed to mean? Talk to me about what?

Well speak of the devil and he appears- Izzy walked out of my room, and straight to the coffee pot.

"The fuck was that about last night?"
I asked from where I was sitting on the couch.

"Morning to you too, I guess.
He said as he turned and looked at me from his spot at the counter.

"Duff. We need to talk. Heart-to-heart, friend-to-friend, man-to-man, whatever the fuck you wanna call it."
He said as he sat on the couch next to me.

"About what?"
I snapped.

"The fact that I came home last night and found your girlfriend, in tears, ready to fucking leave."

"The hell are you talking about? I don't know why you even give a fuck. My relationship is none of your goddamn business!"

"I never said it was. But when my best friend feels the need to pack a bag and hitch a ride. You need to get your shit together."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Duff, last night, do you even remember what you said to her? Hm?"

"I remember I came home, and we got in a fight, and I left."

"You chose a night out over your girlfriend. The bar over her. You fucking chose vodka over her Duff! She's broken! But you're too fucking wasted all the time to realize shit! So, today, you will not drink, and you will stay in this fucking bus with her and make shit right."

"Or. What?"

"You say goodbye to the only thing that keeps you alive some days. Don't you dare let her go. And don't you fucking dare make her cry again. Because if you do, I will kick your ass up one street and down the other."
Izzy threatened.

He stood up, coffee mug in hand, and walked out of the tour bus.

Not even two seconds later June walked out of our room. Dried mascara streaks on her face, hair up in a messy ponytail, sweats, and a tank top.
She was still the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

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