It was a typical night in Bonnie's bedroom. Bonnie was asleep in bed, as were most of the toys. Those who were left out around Bonnie's tea table would often gather around. Buzz, Jessie, Hamm, Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head, Slink, Rex, Trixie, Buttercup, Dolly and I all crowded about the table. "Does anyone want some tea?" Dolly asked.
"Eh, we always have tea. Can't we have something else?" Hamm complained.
Mrs. Potato leaned in close to Mr. Potato. "Oh, why don't we have wine instead?" She suggested. "That would be so romantic."
Wine was agreed on fairly quickly, and so tea was replaced. Of course, it was all completely fake, and we all knew that. Or at least, that was what I assumed.
Half an hour and countless drinks later, Buzz was acting significantly… different. His behaviour was strange, even for Buzz. "Have I told you I love you guys?" Buzz slurred.
"About a hundred times now." Mr. Potato replied.
"You don't really think you're drunk, do you Buzz?" I laughed, nudging him in the side. Buzz only groaned, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my shoulder.
"Talk about a lightweight, sheesh." Said Hamm. There was a near simultaneous nod of agreement.
"Oh, come on guys. You don't really think he's drunk, do you?" There didn't seem to be any uncertainty. I could only sigh, and remind myself with all the patience I could muster that there was no way to convince the group otherwise.
Hamm was the first to rise. "Well, I'm done for tonight." Hamm decided. As usual, he was the first to break away from the group, and then one by one the others followed.
"Well, we'll let you deal with Buzz." Mr. Potato decided before he and Mrs. Potato disappeared.
"I'll take care of Buzz" Jessie volunteered. I was ready to accept the offer when Bullseye intervened, and tiredly began tugging at Jessie's sleeve. Looking fairly disappointed, Jessie eventually gave into Bullseye's request and was pulled off, leaving me with Buzz, who was apparently distracted by a purple string on the table.
Releasing another sigh, I turned to Buzz again. "Come on Buzz, let's get you to bed." There was no doubt in my mind that he was deluding himself again.
Buzz has this way of convincing himself of some of the most unbelievable things. Just like when he thought he was the real Buzz Lightyear, so while I knew he wasn't really drunk, I also believed that he really thought he was. I was willing to put up with him. Even though that meant I had to support half, if not more, of Buzz's weight. It was a bit of struggle, but having supported his weight before, I managed just fine.
Until Buzz abruptly jerked himself away from me. Startled, I took a couple steps back, and felt my heel slip over the edge of the table, my hat slipping from my head as I tilted over the edge of the table. In a panic, I took Buzz's hand, hoping that he would be weighted enough to keep me on the table. Unfortunately- and I should have expected this- he tumbled over the edge, and we both plummeted to the floor. I landed on him, and then we rolled so that he was on top of me, and then I was on top of him again, and finally he settled on top of me. "Gosh Darnit, Buzz." I hissed, feeling a little sore. His head rested on my chest, and he groaned.
"I love you." He murmured.
"Yes, I heard you. We all heard you the first fifty times you said it." My irritation must have reached my tone, because Buzz looked discouraged.
"No, you're not listening. I love you." He slurred.
Then he smashed his lips against mine. The sound of plastic against plastic sounded so loud that everyone must have been able to hear it. My eyes widened in shock, but only momentarily. Then I shoved him off me.
I couldn't describe what I felt right then. Emotions whirled about inside my chest. Too many emotions that I couldn't even identify. Mostly I was astounded. Buzz looked as surprised as I did, as if he'd just snapped out of a daze, and he looked like he wanted to say something. Something important.
Before anything else could happen, I fainted.