You shouldn’t have drunk so much. You shouldn’t have gone skinny-dipping. But you did. And now, now, you’re somewhere in the middle of the beach, completely lost. You can’t call your brothers Jere- NOT Conrad. They’d kill you..

But so would Steven.

The ocean’s crashing in the distance, the wind is biting, and your body feels like it’s made of jelly. You reach down, realizing you’re still holding the damn steel cup that was… Laurels- … shit. barely remember taking it, but now you’re just sipping whatever’s left, swaying in place like a drunk mess.

You try dialing Steven’s number. Your fingers are uncoordinated, barely hitting the right buttons, but you finally get the call through. “- Stevevie…” It rings once, twice, three times before he picks up.

“- WHERE the hell ARE you!… Y/N-“

You squint at the screen, making a face Steven obviously can’t see.. “Syevvvenn.. I went… I went skinnnyyy dippin ’ in the… the water.. a- and.. mmph freaking out nakkked- ….. like- .. I took the botttLe-“

“Skinny dipping?! - Are you- … Jesus christ, what are you doing?!… ..” Silence. “You’re freaking me out? Naked?! .. Far side? Did you walk far or did yo-“

“Verrray far, i’m like born this wayyyyyy-“ You’re now singing very very offkey.. And Steven is FREAKING. “Don’t- uh… mom… she’s gonnnnaa Frreek.. and my booties out.. and-“

“LOCATIO-“

“Oh- yyeahh.. poookey rock that looks like a sad llama..” .. “On my way- okay okay- STAY THERE.” He yelled, bolting down the stairs and out the door.

“Steveeiii- you- you gotta bring like-, a jsckett or a curtain or sum… i’m all’ wibblyyy wobbli’ and- can’t.. see.. Steveeeii?” You shuffling, the glass smashing on the sand..

Fiveish minutes later, headlights cut through the dark as Steven’s car screeched into the hidden trail by the dunes. He jumped out running in to the sad llama.. and your leaning on it- and your naked.. like- … Stop Steven!

“Steevvi-“ Steven immediately rushes towards to grabbing you by the shoulders, You squeal and fumble around him.. “Oh myyy gosh- your like a knight, your..”

He ignores you by immediately taking his top off, trying to put it over your head..

Mmphh- mmph

“Put this on. Please. Oh my god.. why would you even-“ He pulls the top over you, you’re chattering … shaking scared..

“Yu.. saved me.. you’re- you saved my boobies from demolish, Sirrr boobie saver.. You’re my sun-“

“Stop talking. Just stop.” He practically dragged you toward the car, your legs barely cooperating, your words sloppier with each step.

“You’re the sun..” You slur while you’re singing “Here comes the sunnnn doo doo doo doo” very very incoherently.

You’re practically yelping between every step.. until you fling onto the passenger seat.. your hair all over your forehead…

You slump down, the top covering the bottom of your thighs.. your legs wobbly and incoherent, like your speech.. sand sticking to your legs. “Steven?”

“No- don’t say anything when your like that. Don’t ever do that again.. you SCARED me..” He looks at you in longing , but your too blackout to even see that.

“Steven… the ocean was like… ‘show me the booty’… and I said okay bestie-“ You giggle suddenly, the sacredness took away while Steven is still trying to settle you in, your head going to rest on.. nothing.

“Don’t say that again.”