There was a knock on the door. Not a loud banging or a light tapping, but a simple knock. Not bothering to look through the peep hole, I tugged the door open,
"Johnny?" My curious eyes looked at his half open ones. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm drunk." He stated leaning against the door frame, head drooping to the side.
"Right, I can see that, what are you doing here?"
"Bam, I'm drunk." He attempted to walk in but ended up tripping over his feet and spilling into my arms.
"Dude, honestly." I helped him into the living room only to find my mom there. "Shit. She hates seeing you drunk. I'll just carry you up to my room. Keep quite, ok?"
He nodded but didn't keep his word as he loudly asked, "Why doesn't she like seeing me drunk?"
I quickly looked over my shoulder to the sofa and to my relief she snorted and merely twitched a bit.
"Thank goodness, she's sleeping."
"Hey, answer the question. Why doesn't she like seeing me drunk?" Upon arriving on the landing, I approached my room and nudged the door open, dragging him with me.
"I don't know. Doesn't make sense, she sees you acting like an idiot all the time. I guess she just doesn't wanna picture what you'd come up piss drunk when you do all that shit sober, know what I mean?"
"You smell good."
"Dude!" I pulled him onto my bed and sat on the edge, "Ok, why the hell did you come here?"
"Umm…. Ha-ha! Oh oh oh! Shoot…." His eyes glazed over for a moment, like he was truly thinking it over, "Oh! Right, cause you're the only one who wouldn't pull any stupid shit. The other guys…. They…. Prank, like with the honey and tomato sauce last time…" at this point he became incoherent.
"Dude, chill. You can sleep on the floor."
"Nuh uh! I like you're bed!" and with that said, he pulled the blanket onto himself and became comfortable.
"Wha- wait! No way! Get out!" I began to the pull the blanket from him. That's when I noticed his smile. The one the fans never got to saw. Not the ones with all his teeth, but the total opposite. This was all lip; soft, full li-…. And oh shit I was not just thinking that!
"Off."
His eyes looked up at me and that was all it took to let him get his way. Damn those puppy dog eyes!
"Fine, scoot over."
Sliding in I felt his back against mine and already I felt like I wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight.
Of course this could have been due to Johnny's incessant fidgeting.
"I like your bed, Bam. It's soft. Can I sleep here all the time?"
While asking the question, he had managed to turn around and ask the question into my neck, his warm breath sending a chill down my back.
"Oh! I forgot you need a blanket, don't ya?" he asked and pulled the cloth over me, not waiting for a response, resting his hand on my waist. I wanted to move it. Honest I did, but….
"Zzzzz…. "
The poor guy had already fallen asleep and he was a light sleeper, the slightest movement would have woken him.
Honest.
