𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙

It takes a minute, but Cherry is able to stand in the slippery vomit. She keeps a hand on the bathroom counter as she leans to grab the hanging towels. She drops them on the floor and creates a safe path to the door. She watches as they dampen quickly before a groan gains her attention. She looks up, seeing Sean hold his stomach as he rolls around the tub awkwardly. His face become a bit pale again.

"Oh, no you don't!" Cherry exclaims. She grabs him by his hoodie and half drags half helps him out of the tub and towards the toilet, making sure to move her drink out of the way first. He holds the porcelain throne with both hands before another geyser of vomit escapes his mouth. She looks away, the sound alone making her acid reflux act up while patting his back for comfort. It stopped as soon as it started, but it felt like an eternity for both of them. "Do you live nearby?" He doesn't answer, still moaning and groaning. He lays his face against the toilet seat, finding the cool ceramic nice against his warm skin.

A tired groan escapes Cherry, deciding to go through his pockets in hopes of finding his phone. She finds it in the pocket of his hoodie, only to discover it's drenched in beer. "What the fuck?" she sighs. She looks in the bathtub, finally noticing the near-empty beer bottle and a small pool of booze. Despite feeling the alcohol in her system fueling her emotions, she tries to keep calm, knowing between the two of them, she's the closest to sober. "Okay. Sean?" She places the phone in her pocket before kneeling beside the toilet. She pats his face gently, gaining his attention. "Where do you live?" He stares at her briefly before a small burp escapes his lips.

"Am I getting laid?"

Cherry holds her hand against his face, afraid that if she pulls away she'll rear back and smack him. "Yes, but only if you tell me where your house is." The two eye each other for a moment before Sean turns his head towards the toilet, afraid that something else may come up.

"Water?"

"Address first, then I'll bring you water." Sean dry retches into the bowl, back rounding from the force. "Fuck me," she sighs, deciding to show empathy for the boy. She grabs her cup of liquor and dumps it into the sink before turning the faucet on. She fills and dumps the cup multiple times, not wanting the boy to get any more drunk. She fills it when she doesn't smell any remnants of alcohol and gives it to Sean. He gulps it down before letting out a sigh of relief. He places his face against the toilet again, and a happy sigh leaves him.

"I feel better."

"Address, please, so I can get you home."

"1452 Lewis Avenue... I think," he says drunkenly. She sighs in relief, happy he only lives a few blocks away. He holds his hand out and makes a grabby motion. "More water." Despite the eye roll, Cherry moves to get him more water. He downs the cup just as quickly as the first one. "Why are you helping me?" he asks. He wipes his face of sweat before stripping off his hoodie, finding himself burning up.

"Because I have a conscience, stupid." She takes the hoodie from him, stripping herself of her jacket before putting it on. She stuffs her hair as best she can into the hood, holding back a gag at the feeling of dry vomit in her hair.

"Why are you wearing my hoodie?" he asks dumbly, eyes wide and glossy from the drinks.

"'Cause I'm covered in vomit, and I'm not walking out there like that. Now stop asking questions and get up." She looks in the mirror, making sure she's somewhat presentable before turning her attention to Sean.

"I don't want to." Her face deadpans at his words.

"Do you want to get laid?" His eyes become ever wider, and he has a stupid grin on his lips as he nods his head. "Then let's go to your house." He gets up fast, too fast, as he almost falls back over. Cherry catches him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Once he's stable enough to stand, she forces one of his arms over her shoulder, still keeping an arm wrapped around his waist. "Ready to go?"

"What about your-" he hiccups a breath, "your jacket?" She glances over, spotting the back of it completely soaked with throwup. She sighs before shaking her head.

"It's old," she shrugs before starting to move. It takes a bit of time to get out of the house; most areas are cramped with people and Sean dragging his feet. Still, Cherry is able to squeeze the two out of the house and into the cool night. As she half carries Sean down the driveway and to the sidewalk, she lets out an annoyed sigh. "Can you use your fucking feet?" She looks over at the boy, seeing his face become a soft red.

"Sorry," he mumbles all guilty-like. He moves his feet a bit more, but Cherry is still positive he'll fall over if she lets him go. So she continues to hold him as they make their trek down the sidewalk. It's quiet other than the few random sounds coming from Sean, the light buzz from light poles creating nice background noise. The silence doesn't last for long, though. "What's your name?" he asks loudly into her ear. She flinches violently, her lip quivering in anger. Still, she forces her emotions down. It wouldn't be nice to be fight someone as mentally disabled as him.

"Cherry."

"That's a pretty name," he chuckles. "You know what would make it better?"

"No."

"Dying your hair red. Make you the prettiest girl in our school." He grins stupidly at her while she tries not to roll her eyes.

"You don't even know me."

"You're the pretty girl in my history class." She lets her eyes roll at that sentence.

"Enough sweet talking. You're just drunk," she sighs.

"Maybe so," he grins. He pokes her with his free hand, watching her face scrunch up. "But you're still a pretty girl who I'm getting laid with!" he yells out into the darkness. He lurches forward, almost bringing Cherry down with him. "Pretty girl! Pretty girl!" he screams. She lets go of her hold of him. He lurches left and right before falling against a parked car with a thud. He groans before standing a bit straighter, still leaning his body against the car. "What was that for, Cherrypie?" he pouts. It would be cute if not for what happened in the past hour.

"Because you keep yelling 'pretty girl,' and I would like for you to shut up. Can you please shut up?"

"Nope." He pops the 'p' stupidly loud. Cherry lets out a tired groan and runs a hand down her face.

"What will it get for you to shut up? I'm trying to finish my 'nice person task', and you're making it really fucking difficult right now!" she exclaims before taking a deep breath. She forces herself to calm down, but it's short-lived by the next words out his lips.

"A kiss could shut me up."

im back! ill try to update once a week like before but my hectic work schedule may make it difficult. if im unable to ill post ahead of time on my account.

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