Gerald version
I'd never seen Dylan this way before. We did talk before she got drunk.
"So tell me about you."
"Well there's not much to say about anything of myself."
"Didn't you say that we..."
"I know what I said but I don't have much. You can start first. Tell me something of you."
"Well I was born and raise in the Bay Area. My mom had to raise me and my brother after my dead father left us. Got a scholarship to Loyal University. Focus on my music. And that's bout it. So tell me something about you."
"Alright."
"You don't gotta to be that rude"
"Sorry."
"I'm kidding"
"So I was born and raised in the Bay Area...."
"Nah. You're lying"
"I'm serious."
"Okay if you say so"
"But I live in the upper Bay Area."
"Where it's just a forest"
"Yeah. I lived with my mom. I was the only child. Had no family, just her. Didn't had many friends at the time. I don't remember much of my childhood, birthdays or memories that I had. But I still constantly have one that repeats over and over again. That horrible dark day. I was sixteen, my mom was pregnant at the time with my unborn baby brother. Still living at the same house. A man, broke in to my house, he was beating my mom. She begged to stop, but he didn't. I was hiding at the closet with a knife. I can still hear her yelling, crying for help. But I didn't help, I was scared to do it. I didn't hear anything else, I went to my mom, she was beaten several times, I hugged her one last time. I knew I had lost her and my brother. It has been ten years since that incident happened and I still have that memory in my scar in my skin, my mind. I came here to LA so young, alone." I grabbed her hand "it..it"
"Don't continue. I know it hurts you so much, going through this. I'm sorry" she pours whiskey again. "Slow down" I laugh a little
"I just want to forget"
"You will" she shows a little smile.

After our talk that's when it all started, I think all her life she never drink anything. "I thought you didn't like it."
"Shut up" she laughs
"Dylan this is your fourth cup of whiskey"
"So?" She tries to give me her serious face. But I couldn't contain my face. "It's not funny Gerald! It's not nice!"
"Sorry it's just I can't take you serious. You're drunk"
"I'm not!"
"I think that enough for you for tonight." I take the bottle from the table
"No, I want some more."
"No Dylan." I pick up the plates, cups from the table and went to kitchen sink to wash it. Yes I'm her guest but she's drunk and I'm not that kinda guy that doesn't have manners.
She falls and begins to laugh more "I want more." She walks to the couch, she lays then falls "Ow!" She laughs more "I think I fell"
"Are you okay Dylan?"
"Yeah. I'm okay."
"Well I washed the dishes, and cleaned the table."
"Thanks Gerald"
"I'm going now"
"No. Please don't go" is she really asking me to stay?
"Okay." Dylan gets up and starts walking to the kitchen to find the whiskey. I quickly get up to stop her "no, that enough for you."
"Why not?"
"You're drunk"
"But I'm used to this"
"No your not. It's your first time."
"No I did this before." Then her dog came. "Aw you brought your dog"
"No that's your dog bliss"
"Oh Gerald you're so funny. Hey I don't know why I hated you before. Mia was right. You're fucking hot. Hot and funny" she continues laughing
"Dylan chill. I know when you're sober tomorrow you won't remember this."
"What the fuck are you talking about? I always had a crush on you since you began. But I'm such a pussy to talk of my emotions to a guy. You're really that hot" she tries to take off my shirt
"Dylan. Man, I can't take you serious." I carried her the couch
"Damn baby! Chill out. You know I can't never do this shit. The reason why I got fired because I never gave my attention to Daniels cause he's old and greedy. Me believing that my stupid little dreams when I was just eight. I'm really that dumb to believe that I would ever be a fashion designer. But when I met you, you're different. Than everyone"
"You're drunk Dylan. Just relax and sleep"
"Don't deny it cause you feel the same way as me but you don't know how to say it." She is saying the truth. I was distracted. She gets up and walks to the kitchen again.
"Dylan!"
"What? I'm thirsty"
"Give me the bottle"
"No."
"Please."
"You have to catch me" she was running and drinking. Then she went to the couch to lay down and the bottle fell from fingers. "No more Dylan"
"I want m.." she went to the restroom and threw up. I followed her and help her, holding her hair
"I told you Dylan but you didn't listen to me" she stopped throwing up, I helped her out walking to the couch. "You okay?"
"Yeah but feeling tired" she was still drunk. She was closing her eyes "Dylan?"
"Yeah."
"You want to sleep?"
"No, I'm fine" she falls asleep. Then bliss gets to her lap. I got bliss.
"It's okay bliss" she calms down in my arms. Then I hear Dylan snore. Yeah I remember how I got drunk for the first time. But my experience was worse. I let bliss go. I got up to open Dylan's room. I went to her room to find a blanket. Then went back to living room. I carry her to her room, I laid her in the bed. I took off her shoes and covered her. I seen bliss already in her bed. I turned off the light, as I was exiting the room she wakes "G?"
"Yeah Dylan"
"Where are you going?"
"It's time for me to leave."
"No! Don't go"
"Dylan."
"Please, G. I don't want to be alone." I didn't know to take her seriously. Yeah I do like her but take advantage of her, not that person.
"Alright. I'll go to the other room"
"No. Here next to me" she pats down the bed
"Dylan, would that be awkward."
"No. Please" shit! I walk to her bed, take off my jacket and shoes. I lay next to her.
"Well good night Dylan."
"Good night G." She goes closer to me. She wanted to cuddle with me. "You know I'm serious, me liking you"
"Dylan" she kisses me. I felt her soft light pink lips touch mine lips.
"Sorry, I..i..I didn't mean it" she turns to the other side of the bed me.
"It's fine Dylan." I go closer to her. I wrapped my arm around her. "Night"
"Night G" she fell asleep. I could hear her breath when she slept the night.