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𝐱𝐯𝐢.
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𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭
"YOU SHOULD'VE TOOK ME HOME I DESERVE to get in trouble by my mom." Aitana sniffled as her boyfriend dropped her intoxicated body on his bed. Carmen agreed to let her stay the night because she was drunk.
"Don't stay that, you screwed up once." Miguel disagreed.
"The competitions tomorrow and i'm a drunk mess. Do you think I can still do good?" The perez-girl asked, watching as Miguel roamed through his dresser for something to wear for her.
"Of course, you're the strongest fighter I know." He assured.
"Okay Miggy." Aitana muttered resting her head down on his bed. Her eyes were flickering close due to how tired she was.
Miguel finally found a big enough shirt for her and closed the drawer. "Oh, no. Aitana wake up please. You can't sleep in those clothes."
"Why not?"
"Because they smell really weird and i'm sure there uncomfortable. Here I have a shirt for you." He explain holding up a very big flannel.
She thanked him and took it, pulling up her crop top.
"Woah!" Miguel exclaimed turning his body around completely and covering his eyes.
Aitana was too tired to care so she just continued taking off her clothes. She put on the shirt that touched her knees.
"All done." She announced falling back onto the bed.
Miguel sighed in relief, turning back around. He moved her body to the top of his bed and put a pillow under her head.
"I'll be in the living room if you need me. And there's a pill on the nightstand." He told, tucking her in like she was a little-kid.
