Listen to Your Heart. Please, for Me?

We wound up searching for John for a good hour.
We checked the streets in case he was going somewhere by foot, we checked his friends places, we checked everywhere thinkable.
“Let’s just go home. When he decides to stop being so selfish and gets his shit together he’ll go home, and the guys will let us know..and when he does go home, I’ll be there in a heartbeat to kick his scrawny ass.” Taylor growled from the passenger’s seat.
I paid barely any attention to her.
“Hello, Macie? Home? Like now?” she groaned.
I shooed her with my hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel.
“Shush, I just want to look a little bit longer okay?” I said.
She groaned and sunk into her seat.

I came to a red light and stopped slowly.
Taylor’s cell started ringing.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Who is it?” I whispered, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel, waiting for the light to change.
“Kenny” she mouthed.
I nodded.
“Oh okay, well we’re still out looking” she said. “Yeah Macie wanted to look for the jackass and refuses to go home till we find him. I swear he’s dead when I get my fingers around him…Ya alright,tell the guys we said goodnight, oh and let us know if the jackass stops at any of your places. Bye.” She said and hung up.
“What was that about?” I questioned.
The light turned green and I started driving again.
“Oh the guys are leaving John’s house and heading home. They’re going to check his house tomorrow to see if he come’s home.” She said.
“Oh okay.” I said.

We drove around for another ten minutes.
“Look if this is going to be an all night thing can we at least get something to eat? It’s like eight and we kind of missed dinner.” Taylor said.
“Ugh alright we’ll get something at Denny’s” I groaned.
“Yumm” Taylor chirped.

We pulled into Denny’s five minutes later and made our way inside.
“What can I get you two?” a cheery waitress asked.
“Hmmmm, I’ll have the chocolate chip pancakes with sausage on the side, and…. A glass of chocolate milk!” Taylor squeaked.
The waitress wrote Taylor’s order down.
“And you miss..?” the waitress asked me.
“Uh yeah I’ll have… uh just give me the same.” I said.
The waitress nodded and wrote down my order and walked away.
“So-“ Taylor was cut off by a crashing of plates somewhere in the restaurant.
Taylor and I both turned our attention in the direction of the commotion.
A waitress was on her knees picking up pieces of broken plate while a guy was slouched over slurring apologies to her and trying to help.
Taylor turned her attention back to the table as our waitress sat our food down.
“Drunk people, I swear , and it’s only eight something.” Taylor chuckled.
“Yeah..” I said, still watching the waitress and drunk guy pick up the mess.
“This is really freaking good..god I was starving.”Taylor said.
“Mhmm…Oh my god that drunken guy is John!” I screamed/whispered.
Taylor turned around in the booth to face the direction John was in.
Her jaw dropped and she shot up and stomped her way over to him.
I got up and followed.
She was going to kick his ass and I couldn’t let her kick his ass in his drunken state, even if he was a jackass.

When we reached John’s booth he had stopped cleaning up the broken mess and stumbled back into his booth and shut his eyes.
“John! What the hell?!” Taylor hissed.
John’s eyes lazily opened.
“W-w-what?” he stuttered.
“What the hell are you doing leaving Macie after what she told you? What the hell are you doing running off like a complete idiot?And what the hell are you doing getting drunk at eight at night and then coming to Denny’s?” Taylor hissed.
John groaned.
Taylor and I groaned too.
John was in too much of a drunken state to give out any answers.
“Ugh let’s get him home.”I groaned.
Taylor glared at me and stood there.
“Ugh come the fuck on and help me!” I yelled.
She reluctantly helped me pull John out of the booth and drape each of his arms over our shoulders.
We then paid for our food and drug John out to my car.

When we reached my car, Taylor held John up while I fiddled with my keys.
“John…John stop. Macie hurry the fuck up.” Taylor groaned as John was slouching making it hard for her to maintain her balance and hold John up.
“Just a few more seconds” I reassured.
“God dammit John!” Taylor yelled.
John had slouched and caused them both to fall.
Taylor fell in some muddy grass.
I couldn’t help but giggle, as she got up and cursed to herself as she made her way to the car, leaving John on the ground with his eyes closed but laughing about what he did.
Taylor grabbed the keys from my hand and unlocked the passenger’s door and got in.
I sighed and walked over to John.
“Looks like I’m helping you out jackass” I mumbled.

I sat John up and dusted the mud off him.
He didn’t get anywhere near the amount of mud on him as Taylor did.
I then pulled him up and dragged him to the car and sat him in the backseat.
I got in the driver’s seat.
“Drop me off before you drop jackass off, so I can shower this mud off.” Taylor groaned.
I nodded and started the engine.

I pulled up to Taylor’s house about fifteen minutes later and she hopped out, flicking a drunken, smiling John off before entering her house.
I started my car back up and turned the radio on to keep company.
Super bass came on.” Got dat b-boom da boom da b-boom boom boom” John attempted singing in the backseat, but managed out a bunch of slurs.
I laughed.
John was cute when he was drunk whether he pissed me off tonight and left me when I needed him or not.

I pulled into his driveway and pulled him out of the backseat.
He wrapped both arms around my neck for support, and almost drug me down but I managed.
I knocked on his door.
No answer.
“N-no ones h-home.” He slurred.
“What?!” I hissed.
“My mom and dad w-went out.” He said.
I groaned.”God dammit John, you’re a handful.
He smiled lazily, and chuckled.”Thank you, I try”
I rolled my eyes and drug him back into the car and drove back to my house.

When I reached my house it took a lot of effort to drag John’s dead weight, drunken body upstairs to my room and not be caught by my mother, but I pulled it off.
“John, you reek of beer.” I said, crinkling my nose when we reached my bedroom.
He shrugged.
I groaned and pulled him into my bathroom.
“Down to your boxers” I directed.
He just stood there.
“I’m shy” he said playfully.
“John..” I said sternly “ Now.”
“I’m self conscious.” He whined.
“Bullshit. Now get your drunken ass out of your jeans and get in the shower” I hissed.
He finally obeyed and stripped to his boxers.

Once John stepped in the shower I made him sit while I scrubbed shampoo into his scalp.
He whined the entire time he was in the shower.
Finally I cleaned him up and helped him out of the shower.
I sat him on the toilet while I searched my dryer for some of Garrett’s clothes he had left here that I had wound up washing.
There was a pair of boxers, a white v-neck and black basketball shorts.
“Thank you Gare” I sighed to myself.

I reached the bathroom again and handed the clothes to John and stepped out while he changed.
Then I placed his clothes in the washer and sat him on my bed while I attempted to make a bed on the floor for him.
“Alrighty there you go.”I said and pointed to the layers of blankets and pillows on the floor.
John whined.
“I hate floors, ca-an I sleep in the bed, w-with you instead?” John pouted.
“Ugh John you’re already going to hate me tomorrow as it is, sleeping in my bed is just going to make it worse”I groaned.
John pouted more “ Well then that’s my problem, and I’ll have to deal with it…. Please?” he whined.
As much as I wanted to say no and be mad at him, and as much as I knew he’d be upset about this in the morning, I still gave in and let him sleep in the bed.

I tucked him in and laid myself on the far opposite side of the bed.
A few moments later John’s warm body scooted itself against my back and draped an arm lazily over my waist.
He nuzzled his nose into the back of my neck and then I heard his breath deepen, meaning he fell asleep.
I couldn’t help but smile, because whether I was upset with him and he was angry with me I knew this right here felt perfectly right.
And I wanted it so bad.