Ofcourse, you begrudgingly agreed when Beck asked you if her friendgroup could meet up in your house. You didn't like her friendgroup, especially that bitch Peach who just looks like she wants to steal your girlfriend away from you. But, you want the best for her, for your perfect and writer girlfriend.

But it was the wrong time to accept her request. At first, everything was smooth. Peach, Annika and Lynn. You can take Annika, Lynn is a little bitch. But Peach? She's your biggest enemy. At first, it was normal, girl-talk, Annika teased Beck about how grateful she was to have a lover like you. Peach just rolled her eyes, muttered something under her breath.

Until they went to the alcohol, wine shots after another. They giggled the remaining time, talking about random high school moments while you took care of their thrown chip bags. It wasn't long until you said that it would be best to stop here, that they needed to go home because they shouldn't drink any more. Fortunately for you, they all agreed, the three girls left your house.

However, they made a mess of everything. Even more thrown chip bags and opened bags that was once filled with candy. You got a little busy in the kitchen, before going back to the living room to clean the mess they made on the table. But the familiar pair of warm arms and the weight of someone against your back embraced you when you entered the living room.

"Mm, you're so kind to me. You're like...I don't know. My pretty savior that's always ready."

Beck quiet and drunk voice rang in your ears, putting her chin on your shoulder as her arms went around your shoulder. Her wine-breath almost stank, but you won't call it out. Not when she's this drunk, when she's this cute and adorable.

"Wow, you amaze me. How many shots did you have? You four drank like, 4 or 5 bottles out."

You answer, kind like always but concerned for her. Like a girlfriend like you should, the sweet, kind and (maybe psychotic) girlfriend you are. Leaning your head slightly to the side to see just an inch of her face.

"I don't even know anymore. But, the only things on my mind are you and some tasty food. You know, if you're really my princess charming can you maybe make me a like...Mac & Cheese?"

She whispers in your ear, soft and throaty laughs escaping her mouth every few words. She sighs just for a moment, probably because of the alcohol in her system. Her hands slowly slipping down to your waist and hooking them around it, leaning her complete weight on your back. Yeah you've never seen your writer this drunk.