Disclaimer: Don't own a thing yo. Well...I own my original characters, I guess...and my computer... and my Nick Jonas poster... Le sigh.
What's with me posting the same boring disclaimer? Unable to think of anything better, that's why.
Click. Click. Click.
Nick Jonas groaned rather loudly, rolling over in bed.
HIT. HIT. HIT.
He put a pillow over his head, now awake but not wanting to admit it, "Frankie, please just tell mom I'll be up in a minute!"
Giggle. Stumble. Click-hit combo.
Nick looked up for the first time, realizing it wasn't morning at all. It was in the middle of the night, and the noises were from the first-story window of his California bedroom. He rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust in the darkness. His curls looked like they were just styled and groomed. His hair was just as talented as he was. He took a giant sigh, knowing full well what it probably was, but hoping it wasn't.
Nick got out of bed, and stumbled for the light switch, finding it in seconds, and opening his plain white shades next. He was right. He let out one last groan before unlocking and opening his window, allowing his best friend to stumble/fall in with her leather boots on. Rolling his eyes, as she tripped, he closed the window and the shades, sitting on the floor next to where she tripped and helped her pull off her shoes, and he let her hair down for her, going into his overly cleaned closet and grabbing her a plain white tee, and putting it over her tight almost bra like one she had on before that.
He threw an extra pain of PJ pants at her, not willing to put it under her skirt FOR her. He sat next to her. No words were exchanged so far, mostly because having a conversation with someone drunk is normally somewhat tedious. He ran his fingers through her chocolate brown hair and softened as she swayed and rambled on about… well, Kandi just rambles a lot when drunk, Nick stopped paying attention to what she said when drunk after she told him he had 'a nice ankles' and then, threw up on his nice ankles. "Hey, Kan-kan," He said softly, "Can you put on the PJ bottoms so your skirt doesn't…ride up in your sleep?" He knew very well that she was probably past the obnoxious stage of her drinking where she is demanding attention and running around. She was just going to pass out soon.
"Mmm.." She looked confused, and then eyed Nick like she hadn't noticed him before. "OH! Nick.. Hehe, HI!" Kandi doesn't slur MUCH when drunk, she just sounds like a major dumb ass. She ignored his request until he asked it twice more, to which she growled and slid the pants under her skirt, annoying with his insistent ness.
"Thank you." He replied patiently, pulling her up carefully and laying her in his bed, despite her protests and snide remarks, and sure enough… like every other time, she falls asleep once her head hits the pillow. He walked to the kitchen, got the trash can and aspirin, put both by his bed for Kandice in the morning, before climbing in as well and falling into a not so deep sleep.