Drunk

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     Cameron's POV:

     My ringtone goes off and Y/N's picture shows up.

     I pick up immediately.

     "Hey, Y/N," I say.

     "CaAammmmm, can you pick meh up?" Y/N slurs.

     "Where are you, are you drunk?" I ask.

     "I'm in jaaaaaaaail," she says, giggling a little at the end.

     "WHAT?!" I demand. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE IN JAIL?!"

     "Azzzzzzkabaannnn," she says.

     I let out a sigh of relief. "Don't you mean Alcatraz?" I laugh lightly.

     "NOOOOOOOO, I SAID AZKABAN DUUUUuhhhHhh!" She drags her words on.

     "So you're in Europe?" I chuckle.

     "NOOOOOoOOO, DUMBY, *stops and giggles for ten seconds* THE ONE IN AUSTRALIA!" She exclaims.

     I laugh. "Australia?"

     "YEAH, CAMWON, YOU KNow? The Australia in China?????" She says.

     "In China?" I question.

     "CHINA! THE ONE NEXT TO CANADA! DON'T YOU KnOW YOUR GEOMETRY, DOOFUS?!" She shouts.

     "Don't you mean geography?" I laugh.

     "NO I SAAAAIIDDDDD SUUUUUUUUUUSHII-VErSACE!" She says.

     "Y/N, where are you?" I ask.

     "I'm at Espinoodle's clubhouse! We're having a party with the Backyardigans!" She cheers.

      I grab my car keys and put my phone on speaker. "Ok, I'm on my way to Matt's right now."

     "Why you going to Matchew's house?" She asks.

     "Because you're there?" I ask.

     She laughs loudly. "Noooooo, I'm at JACK'S house!"

     "Which Jack?" I ask.

     "Jack," Y/N replies.

     "No, which Jack?"

     "JACK," she says again.

     "Johnson or Gilinsky?"

     "JACK!!!" She exclaims.

     I sigh and open my front door and standing right there on the porch was Y/N.

     "Y/N, you said you were at Jack's house!" I say, running out the door and hugging her.

     "Oh, heyyyyyy, Caaaammmie!" She says, almost falling, but I catch her.

     "I gotta go, Camwon," she giggles into her phone, "I'm talking to you right now I'll call you later!"

     I laugh and bring her inside.

     "Hahahahahahahahahahaaa," Y/N laughs and collapses in my arms.

     "Oh, Y/N." I chuckle, carrying her to the couch and lightly setting her down.

     I grab a blanket and pillow for her from upstairs.

     "You're gonna have such a bad hangover tomorrow," I whisper, laughing quietly at my stupid best friend.

     Her eyes crack open slightly. She pats my cheek. "Love you, Cammie!" She coos.

     I laugh. "I love you more, Y/n."

     I lean down and kiss her forehead, noting that she's out like a light.

     I hear my phone ring from the kitchen.

     I answer. "Hello?"

     "Hi, Cameron," Y/N's mom says.

     Oh shoot.

     "Do you know anything about where Y/N is? She was supposed to come home hours ago," Mrs. Y/L/N says.

     I bite my lip and try to think of something. "Oh she's actually here at my house."

     Y/N, you owe me big time, I think.

     "Can you put her on the phone please?" Mrs. Y/L/N asks sternly.

     WHAT THE HECK. Y/N CAN'T TALK TO HER MOM WITH HER BEING DRUNK AS HELL RIGHT NOW. IF SHE DOES SHE'LL GET INTO SO MUCH TROUBLE.

     "She's asleep right now. And I, er, don't want to wake her up because she was feeling a bit lightheaded earlier." I smack my own forehead for my idiocy. What I said didn't even make sense.

     "Oh. Well, I'll come over and pick her up from your house since-"

     "No!" I interrupt. "Uh, I mean... You don't have to pick her up, because she's totally fine here. And I'll take care of her."

     "Really?" She asks.

     "Yeah!" I reply.

     "Oh, thank you, Cameron. That means a lot to me," Mrs. Y/L/N says.

     "It's nothing," I say.

     "Well, goodnight. Tell Y/N to give me a heads up when she heads home," she says.

     "Ok, bye, Mrs. Y/L/N."

     "Bye, Cameron."

      I turn off my phone and sigh.

     "You owe me so much, Y/N." I shake my head and chuckle quietly.

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