𝗌𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖾𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

『𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄』

A/N: im def underage so idrk what its like to be drunk...so sorry if some of this is inaccurate 💀 BTW I GOT MY WEIRD SPARK BACK SO YAY :) (also i did not spell check this so sorry if there are errors lol)

-rosie :)

My mind is swirling with emotions. I don't really know what's happening, but I think I'm drunk. Keefe's not home yet, and I was stressed out. I think that's why I started drinking. Not sure.

"I'm tired." I say, slurring my words. "I want Keefe." I groan, rolling my eyes. I stare at my feet and count how many steps it takes to go from the island to the couch. 6, it seems. 6 feet is one meter, right? Or maybe that's inches. Don't know, don't care. I hear the door open. 

"Keefe!" I squeal. I run to the door and strangle my boyfriend with a hug. 

"Hi, love." Keefe seems startled. Why? Maybe because I don't do this often. Hmm. He deserves better. I pout.

"Sorry." I say as I hang my head low. Keefe chuckles above me.

"You're drunk." He says, lifting my head up. His hands were now cupping my face.

"No I'm not." I remember last time I was drunk Keefe put me to bed and we couldn't do anything. I don't want that to happen again. 

"Sure. Cmon, you need water" Keefe's hands were cupping my face. "No." I say, grabbing Keefe's hands. I placed them on my chest. "I just want to stay here." I don't think Keefe was being very reasonable.

"We can do that after, okay?" And tried to lead me towards the kitchen, probably to get me to drink water. Ew. Water. I prefer alcohol. I stay in place.

"I don't wanna go." I say, as serious as possible. But Keefe doesn't seem to take me seriously. He just laughs at me and walks over. Will he kiss me? I hope so. I lean into him, but all he does is grab me and pick me up. My legs are now wrapped around his hips and my arms were around his neck. He carries me up the stairs to our bedroom. 

"I don't wanna sleeppp! Unless you'll come into bed with me, Hunkyhair." I wink at the last part. He won't be able to resist me. Keefe looks down into my eyes and wraps a finger around one of my locks of hair.

"Maybe in a few, kay?" He smiles at me. His hand lets go of my hair and it wanders down to my waist. "You go first. I'll join you in a bit." He winks back at me and leaves the room. I quickly rush to the bed. If Keefe was coming, I was there. I knew he couldn't resist me. About a few hundred years later, Keefe finally comes back in the room and stands by the bed.

"Finally! It's been, like, forever since you left. I was starting to miss you." I say, sitting up.

"Oh yeah? It's been five minutes, hon." Keefe sat down next to me. His hand slid over my back and lowered me onto the bed. I smirked. Just as he leaned down to kiss me though, he surprised me by holding a bottle up to my lips, forcing me to drink it. As I exhaled, I gave him a glare.

"Seriously?" I ask, getting up again. I grab his collar pull him into me. We are a couple feet away. Wait no, I mean inches. I think. I don't know. I just want him to kiss me. 

"Let's make a deal." He says calmly. "Hmm?" I respond, licking my lips while staring at his.

"If you sleep now, then I'll give you the greatest kiss you've ever received in the morning." My eyebrows shoot up. I almost say yes, but then I think it through a little bit. "Wait." I say.

"How do I know you're not just doing this so I go to bed?" I ask, giving him a suspicious look.

"I'm tired. It's been a long day." Keefe looks totally honest. But just to be sure, because I'm super smart. "Promise?"

"Promise." He says back.

"Okay." I say, and smile. Then I get back into bed. Keefe walks over to the other side and climbs in. I snuggle close to him. I'm too giddy for tomorrow morning to sleep. I start tracing Keefe's abs with my finger. I can tell, even drunk, that he loves it. I think Keefe has fallen asleep. I cozy up next to him and move my hand across his jawline. I see Keefe's eyes flutter open and smirk at me. Keefe is a little smarter than me right now. I fall asleep.

♡𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉♡

The next morning, I wake up with the greatest headache ever. But worse than the headache was the embarrassment, as the memories from last night come back to me. I awake with a jolt, and spring up. First I look to my right. Keefe isn't there. Yay! I shout in my head. The embarrassment if he was right there would be unreal. I look around just to make sure he isn't in the room, but my head is pounding. I take in my surroundings and what I'm wearing. Booty shorts and a sweatshirt. Great. Just great. And just then when things couldn't get any better, Keefe walks into the room from the closet. I hide under the covers as fast as possible.

"What happened Foster?" Keefe calls out from across the room. I can hear the amusement in his voice. I feel his footsteps getting closer. My grip tightens on the blanket covering me. But Keefe is stronger than me, so he easily pulls the covers off of me.

"You finally sick of looking at my lips or what" Keefe says, his lips twisting into a smile.

"I was drunk." I say, attempting to grab the covers again, but they were too far, and Keefe had already sat down on the bed.

"What are you doing?" The words spill out of my mouth.

"Did you forget about our deal? Or have those memories not resurfaced." Oh, no. Nononononono. The deal!

"Deal's off." I say and try to grab the bed cover. But Keefe grabbed my hand before I could reach it.

"Nope. You can't go back on a deal." Keefe smirked. "And if I recall, I'm supposed to give you the greatest kiss you've ever received." Keefe smirk was devious, and it was all that I dreamed about that week.