"No I don’t wanna go homeee!" You protest once again, kicking your feet a little before you would get a stare that made you shut up very quickly.

Your friend, Grayson, was very protective over you so of course when she saw you all tipsy and about to kiss some random dude at a bar, she quickly pulled you out of there.

So now, she was carrying you in bridal style back to your place, not caring about your stupid protests and tantrums you were throwing.

As she reached the door of your apartment, she stared at you and waited for you to pull out your keys, sighing as you didn’t get the hint.

"Keys, sweetheart." She uttered, locking eyes with you.