Prompt- Can you do a prompt of Changing Will where Ethan is at college party drunk and Will takes him home and helps him get sober
A.N.- Im sorry if this isn't what you had in mind! I'm also sorry because I don't know how to dedicate a story from mobile ;-;
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"Ethan!" I called, looking around for him. I had lost him in the crowd of people. Goddamn midget boyfriend. I needed to get him a leash.
"Asher," I said, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him to face me. "Hey, have you seen Ethan?"
"Hell yea I have!" Asher said, laughing. "Little dude doesn't drink much, does he?"
"You did not get my boyfriend drunk," I said.
"I totally got your boyfriend drunk. Phoenix helped," Asher said. "Lighten up, it's a party!"
"I've been trying to find him for an hour!" I said, glaring at Asher. "Goddammit, if he's an obnoxious drunk, you're dealing with him."
I shoved by Asher, searching around for Phoenix. I spotted him and went over, relaxing a little as Ethan came into view.
But then I scowled. I stormed over, snatching the red plastic cup out of Ethan's hands.
"Hey!" he said, spinning around and staggering. "Oh, it's the moody asshole." He laughed at his own words, lightly hitting my shoulder. "Moody asshole!"
"No more college parties for you," I said. "Phoenix! I'm going to kill you and Asher later. For now, I've got to sober the moron up."
"I'm surprised he's still standing. He had a lot to drink," Phoenix said, laughing.
"Great," I grumbled, dragging Ethan out of the party. I got him into my car and drove away. "Don't puke in my car."
"You're so mean to me!" he said, and his words were slurred.
"I am not," I said. "Now, shut up. I don't know who thought it was a good idea to let a midget with no alcohol tolerance drink."
"See! You're mean!" he said, attempting to point at me but banging his hand against my shoulder instead. "I don't like when you call me a midget! It's not nice." He frowned. "It's not nice. I have feelings. I don't have height, but I have feelings."
He actually looked a little sad, so I gently pushed his hand away. "Okay, I'm sorry, I won't call you a midget. Do you feel sick?"
"I feel like I'm swimming," he said.
"That makes no sense. Stop talking." I pulled into my driveway and helped Ethan out of the car. I led him inside and gave him some pills so he wouldn't wake up with a raging hangover in the morning.
"I'm going to get you some water. You're lucky my family is out right now," I said, pushing him onto my bed. He hit it and bounced off onto the floor.
"Not nice!" he said.
"You keep saying that. It's not my fault you're stupid," I said, scowling and pulling him up. I carefully lowered him onto my bed. "Stay right there, okay? I'm getting you water. I'll be right back. Don't move!"
I went upstairs and grabbed a few water bottles. I went back downstairs, where Ethan was lying on my bed, curled up.
"I don't feel good," he moaned.
"I'm surprised it took this long to hit you." I sat next to him, rubbing his back. Why did my friends think getting him wasted was a good idea?
I helped him sit up, letting him slump against me. I opened a water bottle, holding it to his lips. He drank a little before pushing it away.
"I'm going to puke," he announced.
"Not on my bed," I groaned, dragging him off. I pulled him into the bathroom and he collapsed to his knees, emptying his stomach into the toilet. I rubbed his back until he had stopped.
He laid on the floor, pressing his cheek to the cool tile. "Leave me alone. I wanna sleep," he mumbled, closing his eyes. He hiccupped and coughed.
I pulled him up and grabbed an extra toothbrush we had. He whined as I brushed his teeth for him, wiping his face with a washcloth.
"That is not the thing I want in my mouth!" he said, pushing my hands away.
I lifted him into my arms, rolling my eyes. I laid him on my bed, pulling the covers over him.
"You puked, you had some water, you had some pills...I can't really do much more for you. Sleep it off," I said, turning to leave my room.
He grabbed my shirt clumsily, nearly falling out of my bed again. He hiccupped and tugged me back towards the bed.
"Where are you going? Don't leave. I hate when you leave." His words were still slurred, but his eyes were a little more focused. "Sometimes I dream about the...what's the stuff from the sky? The rain! Yea, I dream about the rain. You're not there."
I crawled into bed next to him, pulling him into my arms, hugging him tightly. "I'm right here. I'm sorry I left you. It was the worst mistake of my life," I mumbled, kissing his hair. "God, even when you're drunk you manage to turn me into a sap."
"Sometimes you're nice. And you're warm," he mumbled, cuddling against me and falling into the deep sleep only a drunk teen managed.
I stroked his hair lightly, holding him against me. "No more alcohol for you," I said with a sigh.
