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Imagine you have to take care of a very drunk Sarah and she confesses something

warnings : underage drinking, alcohol, swearing

— a sweet short one. I love this trope tbh

You sighed aggravated as you gently lay the hiccuping and slurring blonde down on her bed —looking down at her for a solid few seconds and contemplating simply leaving her and going out for ice cream ..or pizza. Both sounded nice to you right now.

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t do such a thing to your friend. No matter how annoyed you currently were.

“You’re so pretty.” The disoriented voice of Sarah broke through your thoughts. “Like really really really super duper prettyyyy.”

You smiled softly at the now giggling blonde who was shaking her head with a adorably scrunched nose.

“So are you sweetheart.” You chuckle fondly as you remove her denim jacket from her shoulders.

A blazing blush arises to her cheeks and she blinks up at you like she’s in a daze of sorts and you can only wonder what you had done to put her there, “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You smile tenderly at her innocent and flustered look —kicking off your shoes and standing to get a makeup wipe to clean off her already demolished makeup.

“Wait!” She yelps hurriedly and quickly sits up, latching herself onto your mid section. “Don’t go!”

You blink down at her as you steady your own two feet on the ground and wonder how the movement didn’t cause her to throw up but you were extremely grateful. She smelt like vomit enough for the two of you.

“I’m just getting makeup wipes, darling.” You sooth patiently. Knowing for experience that Sarah is a clingy and affectionate drunk.

Sarah didn’t seem to have heard you as she didn’t supply a response and you glance down to see her already dead asleep against your mid section. A peaceful smile on her pink lips.

You chuckle amusedly as you gently ease her back onto the plain white mattress and are surprised when she sleepily opens her eyes to stare at you.

“I love you.” She murmurs drowsily. “Like uh how-how topper loves me. But I can’t help it. You’re too pretty, and m’ so in love.”

You openly gape as she finally gives into sleep and falls back like she hasn’t just confessed her non-platonic love for you. Though in her alcohol addled brain she wouldn’t realise the severity of her confession.

Well fuck —you thought. That’s new.