Our Dayout

Alex was drunk to an extent that he doesn't know who he is talking to and what he is doing. With great difficulty, I managed to get him to the bed in my house. All the way,he kept on blabbering about how much he loves me and misses me. I gave him a disappointed look, wishing he could remember who I was right now. There was so many things I wanted to tell him, for him to know. And I can't have any of that talk with him still wasted like this.

I saw something flash in his eyes as he kept staring at me for a few seconds, but then snapped his head away, muttering something along the lines, "don't look at me like that." I shrugged it off.

"Alex?" I said while bringing my fingers to help him finish unbuttoning his shirt.

Why did I bring him to my room? I should've called David or Joey . " she wanted to say a lot but I never let her." I stopped to look at him, he already staring right back at me as I removed his shirt.

He leaned close to me as his eyes kept looking at m