This is just something I came up with... It's not complete; it is sort of a rough draft... So enjoy, please let me know what you think.
Your Author,
Secretly-Nerdy
Across the room I saw her cheeks were flushed and she stumbled a little when she walked so I started to head over to her and ask her if she was okay. Once I got there she looked at me and seemed confused about whom I was and then as if she suddenly remembered, she threw her arms around my waist and squealed my name and proceeded to giggle. She was obviously drunk. I took her hands into mine to steady her and I tried asking her how much she had had to drink, but before I finished to the word 'how', she told me, "shut the hell up, you are annoying me," and then laughed. She was a mean drunk... She asked me to bend down so she could whisper something in my ear. So I did, god she was so short, I was practically kneeling just so my ear was almost leveled with her mouth. She got on her tippy toes and cupped her hands around her mouth and you know what she did? She burped in my ear, I pulled back abruptly and I told her I was bringing her home but she refused, so I picked her up bridal style. At first she protested, but eventually she giggled and swung her legs back and forth claiming she was flying.
As we were about to walking to my car she took my face into both of her hands and she kissed me. Now, as a stranger you don't understand why this is so abnormal for a girl, especially this girl, to kiss me, first off, I am me: I am tall and lanky and weird; second, we have been friends since freshman year and ever since then I've had a crush on her but she has been completely oblivious. So, after she kissed me the first time, she decided it would be a good idea to kiss me repeatedly all over my face. By the time I got her into my passenger seat and buckled in, I had a face full of slobber. Never let a drunk person kiss you, they give kisses like toddlers. On the way home she insisted on only singing Bruno Mars' "talking to the moon", I love her and all, but by the time we got to my house I was ready to strangle her.
We pulled up to my house and I hurried her inside before any neighbors saw me bringing a drunken girl into my empty house. I left her on the couch and went upstairs to get her a pair of my sweatpants and an old t-shirt I out grew a few years back but kept for her in the instances she needed a shirt. I was walking down the hall to put the clothes in the bathroom when I started hearing her sing "I'm too sexy for my shirt..." I ran down the stairs two at a time knowing that her singing a striping song was not good. When I made it back to the living room, she had stripped to just her bra and underwear. I chased her around the house until I finally caught her. It wasn't that hard considering her short legs and intoxication level. She cursed at me and told me she was too sexy for clothes, and though it may be true, she needed clothes. Her running seemed to have tired her out but she couldn't stop the giggles. I made her lay down in my bed to settle down and I sat in my desk chair with a small trash can in hand in case she needed to throw up. She was acting more of a child than a drunken adult, and in some cases I guess they could be the same thing. She was practically begging me for a bedtime story and so I offered to tell her one of her favorite stories: The Three Little Bears. As I told the story she seemed to relax more and more. And just as I got to the part where Goldie Locks is found lying in Baby Bear's bed, she mumbled sleepily, "Come see," I cautiously got closer and she whispered, barely audible, "I love you." Then she fell asleep. I kissed her forehead and got up, turning off the bedside lamp. Right before I closed my door, I turned back said softly, "I love you too."
