Alex was, again, at yours and he had had a couple of glasses of whisky. It was pretty funny seeing him drunk actually. One minute he be screaming really crude things (more than usual) the next he'd be a bubbly giddy idiot, just like he was now.
You and Alex were on your sofa, his body was spread out on it and his head was resting in your lap.
"Do I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" he smiled dopely
"Yes, you do tell me that a while bunch actually," you giggled
"Well I should tell you a whole bunch more," he giggled, then booped your nose
"Hey!" you chuckled
"Hi," he laughed, waving at you and you rolled your eyes with a smile
"Oh!" he said suddenly, pushing himself up so he was on his hands and knees on the sofa
"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow
"I gotta go," he said
"Why and where?" you asked
"I have to go to my girlfriend's house to see her," he replied, you chuckled at this and put your hands on his shoulders. He is really drunk.
"Alex, you're already at your girlfriend's house," you chuckled
"Really?" he asked "How do you know?"
"Because its me, your girlfriend and we're at my house," you laughed
"No you're not. My girlfriend's name is (Y/N) and she's the most beautiful and perfect girl in the world," he said with a dreamy voice
"Alex, I am (Y/N)," you smiled
"Prove it," he said, practically giving you the death stare. You rolled your eyes and sighed, a little bit in annoyance. Then you kissed his lips.
"(Y/N) it is you!" he cheered, and wrapped his arms around you
"I told you," you chuckled
"I wove you," he pouted
"I wove you too, Slimy," you smiled and kissed his forehead, then he hugged you again squeezing you tightly.
