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The rest of the week continues about the same except Nixon is driving me crazy times ten now. It's like since he knows he's getting to me he has to push me as far as I can go until I can't take it anymore.
3:00 AM Thursday morning he stumbles into our dorm room plastered, without a care in the world.
The light turns on and I squeeze my eyes shut. No, no, no! Please go back to sleep!
"Mama told me when I was young! She said sit beside me, my only son! And listen closely to what I say!" He belts out at the top of his lungs.
"Nixon will you please shut up!" I groan shoving my pillow over my face.
"Be a simple kind of man! Be something you love and understand!" He continues.
I toss my pillow at his face and he hits the floor, his inebriation giving him a lack of coordination.
He starts laughing like falling in the floor is the funniest thing in the world. I sit up and look down at his chuckling form and shake my head. He's a mess. His hair is everywhere, his face hasn't been shaved giving him a rough look, and his clothes are disheveled. I don't even want to think about what got them that way either.
"Nixon are you okay?" I ask.
He stops laughing and raises up. He stares at me, a vulnerable look swimming in his dark blue eyes.
"I fucked up, I really fucked up." He mumbles, running his fingers through his hair.
What could he possibly have done to push him to this extent? Singing about being a simple man and completely drunk off his ass.
"What did you do?"
Instead of letting me in he decides to go back to his serenade. "All that I want for you my son, is to be satisfied and be a simple kind of man!"
I wish I was able to say he has a good voice but no, it sounds like nails on a chalk board.
I definitely wouldn't go sign up for American Idol if I were him, that's for sure.
I toss back my blanket and slip out of the warm comfort of my bed with a sigh. I grab his arm and try my best to pull him up but damn the guy is freaking heavy.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He slurs but it sounds like the fuck you doin'.
"Nixon please just get into bed." I huff.
He lies back down. "I am in bed."
"Okay, if I cover you up will you go to sleep?" I ask.
He shrugs so it take that as a yes. I jerk the duvet off his bed and place it over him. He grabs my pillow I tossed at his face and cuddles up to it, resting his head on the cold floor and within seconds he's snoring. My eyelids droop at the sound and I take the pillow from his bed and crawl back into my own. I didn't think I would be able to sleep through his snoring but as soon as I shut my eyes I'm out.
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