Imagine you dealing with a drunk Johnny Depp.

You pulled up into the parking lot in front of your apartment and, then, you got out of your car, walked around it to the passenger side, opened the door, and carefully carried your drunk best friend, Johnny Depp, who was giggling in a drunken state, out of the car. You had one of his arms around your neck and you held onto his waist. It was tough to hold him due to him walking unstudiedly.

"Johnny, I really wish you didn't drink all those vodka shots after you had one glass of scotch." You said, grunting, as you tried to keep up your balance as you were approaching the steps that lead to your apartment. "Well, I needed something to wash that scotch taste down my throat, (y/n). Ooh, boy. That scotch...ooh...that was strong. It makes me feel soooo gooood." Johnny said, slurring and tipping over a bit. You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you tightened your grip around Johnny's waist. "You're lucky it was a private party at Tim's, not at a movie premiere, and the paparazzi wasn't there or you would've been the laughing stock in Hollywood." You mentioned. Johnny giggled and said, "'Laughing stock'? Oh, (y/n), you've got a great sense of humor."

When you both got to the bottom of the stairs, Johnny looked up and down at it, wobbling his head a bit. "Where are we?" "My apartment, Johnny. Since your house is further away and my apartment was closer from the party, you're gonna sleep here tonight." You said. "Your apartment? Are we having a sleepover, (y/n)?" Johnny asked, drunkly. "Uh...sort of, Johnny." You answered. "Mmm...nice." Johnny said, seductively, and, then, he giggled. "Just walk up the stairs, Johnny, and please be careful." You said, as you helped him walk up the stairs, slowly and carefully so he wouldn't trip.

***

You and Johnny have been best friends since you both starred in a popular Tim Burton movie together years ago. You both played a couple in the film with a lot of chemistry together. Whenever you both were off set, you would take the time to get to know each other. You, secretly, had a crush on him, but you didn't want to tell him or anyone else to know about it, so you kept it to yourself. Later on, when the film was wrapping up on the last day, you and Johnny became close best friends and you both promised to stay in contact after exchanging each other's phone numbers.

But soon after that, you learned that Johnny met and married Amber Heard. You were heartbroken when you heard the news, especially since he was your crush and he hasn't spoken to you for a long time after you two had promised to keep in touch. It's like you'd wished that you didn't keep your feelings from Johnny and told him the truth instead of him marrying that Amber Heard.

Years later, Tim invited you and Johnny and a few of his friends to a private get together party. You were happy to see Johnny again. But at the same time, you felt horrible for him when you learned that Amber divorced him and has been accusing him of abusing her, which you found it absurd because you know Johnny and you know he's not like that at all. He's a very sweet, humble gentleman to everyone; his family, kids, fans, co-stars, and friends. Since the accusations and lawsuits, you've heard about his career and how he's been dealing with the stressful situation. All you could think about was that he needed everyone, especially you, to stand with him and spread the love to him.

During the party, everyone just sat around, talking to each other and drank alcoholic beverages. You only drank water instead of the alcoholic beverages. While you were talking to a couple of the party guests, you've been noticing that Johnny has been stealing a few shots of vodka after he drank a small glass of scotch. When the party was close to being over, Johnny became drunk. You couldn't leave him alone in his drunken state, so you told Tim that you would take him to your apartment to spend the night. This was the time to help him and not get humiliated if the paparazzi ever saw him in the condition he was in. He's going through so much, he didn't need anymore publicity moments at this time.

***

After walking up the stairs, you and Johnny finally made it to the door to your apartment. You let out a sigh of relief after you took his arm off of your shoulder. While you were holding Johnny's waist, you used your free hand to take your key, unlock the door, and open it. Then, you walked Johnny into your apartment, with you kicking the door shut with your foot. "Okay, Johnny, we're here. I'm gonna take you over to my bed." You said, as you carried him over to your bedroom. Johnny chuckled and said, in a drunk way, "I like your bed, (y/n). It's so warm and soft and sooo comfy. Why can't I have a bed like yours?". You tried not to laugh when he said that because he's actually never slept on your bed.

When you got to your bedroom and walked him over to your bed, you took your arm off of Johnny's waist and you stood behind him and turned him around to face you. "Okay, Johnny, I want you to sit down on my bed." You said, as you put your hands on his chest to help guide him down on the bed. He grinned at you as he put his hands on your waist and said, "Okay, (y/n)." Then, he sat down on your bed.

Suddenly, Johnny fell backwards on your bed, on purpose, and he took you down with him. "Whoa! Johnny!" You yelped, in surprise, as you landed on his chest. Johnny laughed as he wrapped his arms around your back and held you close to his body. "Well, (y/n), if you wanted to cuddle so badly, I would've taken my shirt off. Oh, well." He said, slurring a bit. Then, he started planting sloppy, but warm, gentle kisses on your neck, jawline, cheeks, and all over your face. Even though he was drunk, you were starting to enjoy his wonderful soft kisses. You even let out a small moan.

"Umm...Johnny..." You started to say, but you were interrupted by Johnny's lips pressed against yours. You were surprised at first because the last time you kissed him was from the film you both were in, but it was all acting. Right now, you were getting kissed by Johnny without acting. You, briefly, kissed him back, but, then, you quickly pulled away. "Johnny, as much as I wanna cuddle with you, which I do, don't get me wrong. But right now, with the condition that you're in, I need to get you to settle down." You said, as you got off of Johnny and you stood up in front of him.

He sat up, with a pouty look on his face, and said, "But I was enjoying that." "Well, maybe we'll cuddle later if that's what you want since I assume that you want some company. Right now, I'm gonna go change into my night clothes in the bathroom." You said, as you walked over to your dresser and grabbed a black tank top and gray sweatpants. "In the bathroom? But I've seen your body before. You're so beautiful." Johnny said, as he laid on your bed, looking seductive. Your (e/c) eyes widened, but you still blushed when he said that. The only time he's ever seen your body, in a swimsuit, was a pool scene in the movie you both were in. But in his condition right now, you didn't want to argue with him. "I bet you have, Johnny...in your dreams." You said, under your breath, while rolling your eyes. You, then, headed to the bathroom to change.

After you changed into your night clothes and brushed your teeth, you came out of the bathroom and saw Johnny sitting on his knees on your bed. "What are you doing, Johnny?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. He patted on an empty spot in front of him. "Sit here." He said. You walked over to the spot on your bed and sat down in front of Johnny. "What are you gonna do?" "I'm going to give you a massage." Johnny said, and, then, he put his tattooed hands on your shoulders. "Umm...okay." You said, sounding a bit skeptical. Johnny, then, started 'massaging' you.

But Johnny wasn't massaging you. Instead, he was shaking you, making your head flop back and forth. "Whoa, Johnny!" You exclaimed. "How do you feeeel now, (y/n)?" Johnny asked, slurring a bit. "I feel nauseous, Johnny. This isn't a massage. It's more like flopping me around, like a ragdoll." You said. Then, Johnny stopped 'massaging' you, much to your relief. "The last I checked I had very gentle hands." Johnny said. You took a moment to relax and let that nauseating feeling go away. It finally went away.

Suddenly, Johnny wrapped his arms around you and he put his head over your left shoulder. "Feel better, my love?" He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows, in confusion, when he called you 'his love', but, then, you nodded. He chuckled and said, "Good. Perhaps, my good kisses will make you feel even more better." Then, he started kissing your cheek multiple times. You chuckled a bit. "Aha! I told you they would work. These lips are made for good kissing." Johnny said. You giggled and, then, you did something that you've always wanted to do to confess your feelings to Johnny. You turned your head and you pressed your lips against Johnny's. He returned the kiss after that. "Mmm. Your lips are so soft." Johnny muttered between the kiss, while he caressed your cheeks with both of his hands.

Moments later, you both pulled away from the kiss. Johnny grinned at you and said, while tapping his index finger on your chest, "(y/n), do you know how much I love you?" You played along and you grinned back at him and asked, flirtatiously, "I don't know, Johnny. The last time I checked we were best friends, not a dating couple. But tell me. How much?" Johnny, then, stood up on his knees and pointed to the corner of the ceiling, as if there was a window there in his mind. "As far as the moon goes. Right out there. I. Love. You. To. The. Moon. And. Back." He said, as he turned back to you and, gently, tapped the spot where your heart was on your chest. "Aww. That's so sweet, Johnny." You said, while smiling.

"I love you more than that sucky slu—Amber—loser—no gooood Amber. She's so blah. She makes me soooooo sick to me stomach." He said, slurring and groaning a bit. Then, he stared, blankly, at the corner of the ceiling for a second. "Wow. The moon is so far, far away, it makes me wanna fly." He said, as he pointed his finger straight out towards the corner of the ceiling again. But, then, he lost his balance and he ended up falling, face first, on the bed. He groaned afterwards.

"Johnny!" You exclaimed, as you rolled him on his back and took his glasses off of him. Thankfully, they didn't break. "Are you okay?" You asked him. He looked miserable. "I...I think so." Johnny said, groaning. "Come on, Johnny. You should rest." You said. Johnny nodded, slowly. Then, you sat him up and he sat on the edge of the bed. "Here. Let me get you out of your clothes." You said, and, then, you took Johnny's shoes off and set them on the floor, next to your bed. Then, you unbuttoned his shirt and took it off of him, revealing his bare chest. Your breath was taken away for a moment, but, then, you set his shirt on the edge of your bed. Then, you, slowly and gently, laid Johnny down. "Aren't you going to take off my pants, (y/n)?" Johnny asked. "No, Johnny. You don't have any bottoms here, so you're gonna sleep in your pants tonight." You said, and, then, you pulled the covers over him. "Oh, yeah. I'd forgot. I don't live here." He muttered.

After you put Johnny to bed, you walked around to the right side of your bed and you crawled into bed with him. "(y/n), will you cuddle with me?" Johnny asked, holding his arms out towards you. "Of course, Johnny." You said, and, then, you scooted towards him and you laid against his body, with his arms wrapping around you, holding you close to his body as he could, as if he didn't want to let go of you. Then, you rested your head on his chest and you put your hand on his cheek, stroking it, gently, with your thumb.

Johnny placed a kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever leave me, (y/n). Promise me you won't leave me. I need you. I need you in my life." He said, sounding desperate, while holding you tighter against his body. "I promise I won't leave you, Johnny. I'm here for you." You said. Johnny, then, gave you one more kiss on your forehead, before he collapsed his head on the pillow.

Sooner or later, Johnny finally fell asleep. You lifted your head up and you placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love you, Johnny. I'll be right here for you. Sleep well." You whispered. Then, you cuddled against Johnny's chest and fell asleep.