Song: Drunk by Ed Sheeran (SERIOUSLY IM ADDICTED TO HIS VOICE. SWEET GOD SEND HELP I NEED REHAB)
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Jordan's p.o.v.

Toms face started getting blurry. At first I thought it was just me being tired, and then the real stuff started to kick in. Sounds began to stick together and slur. Everything and everyone looked...melted. I couldn't move, everything felt numb and loose. What is happening to me? Is it the affects?

I couldn't focus on anything, just what the people around me were saying.

"I need more drugsss..."

"Should I go home? Maybe I should go home."

"Get me another shot."

"Jordan?"

Something sort of clicked in my brain when I heard that one. Was it someone I knew? Was that my name? Hm.

"Jordan are you feeling okay?" I think it was the same voice...I still couldn't see anything. Just weird colors melting into more weird colors.

"Perhaps you should sit down?"
Perhaps? That's a weird word. Who uses perhaps? Ha. Weirdo.
I felt dizzy. I could feel myself swaying, but I couldn't really tell. Everything looks so pretty. I wonder what's happening.

"Oh dear, please don't fall. I'm not strong enough to carry you."

I'm falling? Am I really? That's cool. I was still trying to figure out who it was. He sounded nerdy. Hmmm.

"S-Syndicate! I think Jordan needs assistance!" I heard the guy yell. Syndicate...that sounds familiar.

The colors were making my head hurt. It was hard to focus on anything because every color was always moving.

I don't feel good.

"Sparklez? What are you doing?"

Hmm. This voice is different than the other. Is this another person? Or maybe it's the same person...doing a funny voice! Ha that'd be cool.

"Wait...are you high right now? What the hell did you take? You're practically stoned!"

"I didn't see him drinking anything other than his lemonade. And he wouldn't dare do anything else besides drink, would he?"

"No he wouldn't...that's what makes me worried."

Why are they talking so much? Talk talk talk. That's all they do.

"Unless...someone spiked his drink." I felt someone yank something out of my hands.

"Hey...I's holdin that..." I protested.

"Let's go Sparklez, come with me." Someone grabbed my arm and began to pull towards even more pretty colors.

In a few seconds, I heard a door shut and then I was pushed down to my knees.

"What're you doin..." I muttered.

"Puke in the bowl Sparklez. We gotta get rid of that stuff you drank. It's making you sick."

Puke? I don't wanna puke. It's gross.

"No..." I tried to stand up, but was pushed straight back down.

"Now. I don't want you to act like this all night."

And then suddenly the colors began to stop swirling. I could finally see the things in front of me.

I was sitting on the floor in a bathroom. There was a toilet in front of me with the lid pulled up, and standing next to the toilet with a hand wrapped around my waist, was Tom. He was squinting at me, like he was trying figure out something. And gods...he looked so...hot. Did he always look this hot? I don't even remember. All I know is that I married a hotty.

"Hey, you with me? You okay?" He waved a hand in front of my eyes.

"You're very...hot."

Toms p.o.v.

"You're very...hot." He started giggling like a school girl. Bloody hell what did they spike his drink with, 15 pounds of cocaine?

"Yeah yeah. Just puke into the bowl. If you don't, then I'll make you." I hate being strict but he's lost his mind and I don't want him like this all night. He could get hurt.

"What're you gonna do sirrr?" He poked me in the chest. "You gonna spank me? Hmmm?" He drug his hand down my chest. Oh no, I am not taking advantage of him. That's wrong and I can't do it. I need to get him to puke and then we're leaving.

"Just puke. It's really not that hard. You've done it a thousand times before."

"Why don't you show me Tommy~?"

"Fine." I grabbed a towel from underneath the sink and shoved it into his mouth. His eyes went wide with surprise and he tried to move away, but I just pressed it in further. I warned him, so this isn't really my fault. I'm just doing what's best for him.

I pulled it back out after a few seconds and sure enough he leaned over and puked his guts out. When he was done, I thought he was gonna pass out. He looked so exhausted...and sad.

"W-Why did you d-do that?" he hiccuped. Oh god. Now I feel guilty. No I shouldn't be feeling guilty! I was just trying to get rid of the drugs! I'm doing him a favor!

I pulled him into my lap and softly brushed his hair. "I had to. You were sick. I'm sorry baby." I sorta like calling him baby. Just knowing that he's my baby and no one else's makes me feel so whole. He hates when I call him that. I never really understood why.

But he didn't react to it. "...kiss me," he demanded with tears in his eyes. What the hell do I do? I don't want to say no and hurt him even more. But on the other hand, he just puked. I love him to pieces, but I don't want that on my face.

I pressed my lips to his neck instead. He groaned in frustration. "Nooo...real kiss."

"Sparklez you smell like vomit. I'm sorry but I don't want to kiss you right now."

He made a pouty face and I laughed at it. This little nerd.

"Do you want to go home?"

"No..." He laid down on the tiled floor and curled up into a ball. My poor Sparklez. He doesn't handle drugs well.

"Do you want to go upstairs? I heard there was a few comfy beds up there. It's a lot better than the bathroom floor."

"But the floor needs love too. Everyone needs love..." He stroked the tile floor gently. I hope these drugs wear off soon.

"Come on, let's go upstairs." He didn't move from his spot. Stubborn little sausage. "I'll give you a kiss if you do."

His glazed eyes flickered to me. "On the lips?"

I crossed my arms and smirked. I have him right where I want him. "Yup."

"...okay."

I helped him up from the floor and began to head towards the bedrooms upstairs. I guess maybe we could sleep here for the night. Wag was too wasted to say otherwise.

I shoved past drunk idiots and junkies, making a path for Sparklez to walk through. He almost fell a few times, but I always caught him just before he did.

The stairs were a different story. He stepped on the first one and immediately fell over. I sighed and scooped him up into my arms and carried him upstairs.

"Nooo...I wanna do it..." He whined.

"You can't even stand you sausage. Just let me do something nice for once. "

He didn't really say anything after that. I think he was falling asleep. I felt his nose tickle my neck as he nuzzled into it like a kitten.

Cute.

"I think I like you better drunk," I laughed.

"Shhh..." He groggily pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me.

"At least wait until I tuck you in before you fall asleep."

"No...I'm tired."

"Too tired for that kiss?"

He said nothing, although I could visibly see him trying to fight sleep by shaking his head. It wasn't working out for him too well. I could feel him going limp.

"Tom..." He spoke softly. I was almost up the stairs, just a few steps to go. People lining the stairwell gave us weird looks as I walked by. I would've flashed them the bird, but I was currently using both hands to carry my poisoned husband. Instead, I growled in their direction and they quickly went back to whatever the hell they were doing.

"Yeah Sparkley dick?" I finally reached the end if the stairs and started heading towards the bedrooms. I hope to high hell I don't walk in on some couple getting it on. I'm not in the mood to put up with these drunken idiots.

"...I did something bad..." I could barely hear him. He was talking in a whisper.

"What did you do, love?" Okay so maybe I was abusing the whole nickname freedom but who cares. I like having new cute little names for him.

"I fell in love with my best friend."
Okay now he's just talking out if his ass.

I rolled my eyes. "I thought you actually did something terrible. Don't do that to me." I went further down the hallway and tried to open a room that looked unoccupied. Locked. Damn.

I went down to the next room to try it, and it was open but two girls were having a full on make out session on top of the bed. I didn't realize until I saw the fake cat tail hooked to her shorts that it was Tiff, and the girl below her a giggling Lola.

"You are so perfect," I heard Tiff say while she hovered over Lola. I don't want to sound like an ass, but this is really weird. I've never actually seen them do this sort of stuff. I never saw them doing anything romantic besides changing diapers.

"Don't call me perfect because it's not true," Lola was still grinning even though the words sounded sort of sad.

"You're perfect to me. Isn't that all that matters?" T smirked.

Lola laughed and brushed a stray string of black hair from Tiffs eyes. "Guess so. I love you Tiffany Pierson."

Tiffany Pierson? Is that Tiffs real name? Geez no wonder she never told us it. It doesn't suit her at all.

"And I you Luanne Waters." Tiff pecked her nose. I feel bad for watching this, but I can't turn away.

"Ugh I hate my name." Lola groaned furrowed her brows.

"I love it. Love it love it love it..." She began kissing Lola again and the two laughed at themselves. I chose that moment to leave.

After closing the door back and readjusting my hold on the barely awake Sparklez, I went to the next room. Locked. The next one. Locked. God how many couples are sexing it up right now?

There's at least ten rooms up here and like five of them are locked. I shoved past more drunken idiots in the hallway and tried to check the other rooms. I found another one unlocked, and so I slowly opened it in case I walked in on another scene.

Which I did. But this one was way worse than the last.

Pressed up against the headboard with Martha the Mystics lips attacking his, was the last person I would've ever suspected to see here.

Steve.

I nearly dropped Sparklez when I saw them. Instead I gasped like an idiot, and both their heads snapped to the door.

Oh shit.

Martha scrambled away from him with fear in her eyes. "Thomas! It isn't what it looks like!"

Steve sat up and quickly adjusted his clothes and hat, guilt flooding his face as I stared at him. I couldn't stop staring holes into his skull. I can't believe this. I've been worrying about him for months and he finally shows up, only to go immediately to his ex and hook up with her.

"Syndy...don't tell the wizard laddy about this. He ain't gonna like it." He wouldn't look at me.

"Don't tell him? How can I tell him? You've been gone for months! I've been calling you everyday ever since you left and you never answered! And when you do come back, you decide to just go and have sex with your ex? What the hell is wrong with you?" My blood was boiling and I could feel my face getting hotter by the second. Sparklez stirred in my arms, but his eyes remained closed.

He just shook his head. "Didn't mean fer it to be like this...ye don't understand Syndy."

I laughed in his face. "Really? You didn't mean to crush Wag like this? You know I used to look up to you. Now I can't even stand to look at your pathetic face."

His eyes snapped up to mine and he stormed over, shoving his finger in my chest. "Watch. Yer. Tone." I could hear him gritting his teeth.

"Or what? You're gonna beat me up? Go ahead. But it won't even compare to the shit I've been through this month. I guess you don't even care about that, do you? You were too busy in the outback sulking."

"She's was cryin and I was tryin to help her. That's all that happened. Don't tread on thin ice boy. Yer little problems ain't nothin to what I've had to deal with."

"Really? Did you have to fly through a tornado to save a loved one? Did you have to sit and watch the love of your life turn into an absolute ghost? Did you watch your daughter die to your own best friends blade?"

He said nothing, but his face said a lot. It returned back to guilt. "Syndy...I didn't-"

"Yeah you didn't know because you weren't there. You better get the hell out of here before Wag finds you and kicks your pathetic ass." I looked to Martha next, who was now sitting quietly on the bed, her eyes glistening with tears.

"And as for you. Wag deserves so much more than you." I wanted to scream at her and calling her every name in the book of trashy women, but I restrained myself. Sparklez taught me not to act like a maniac.

I didn't look back as I slammed the door shut and stomped off to another bedroom. Good riddance.

I threw open one of the bedroom doors, scaring the life out of two kids making out on the bed.

"Out. Now." My voice was so strangled I sounded almost possesed.

They scurried to the door and fan down the hallway, taking two steps at a time down the stairs. I trudged over to the bed and laid Sparklez down on top of it. I can't believe he slept through all of that. I'll have to tell him how much of a ass Steve had been when he wakes up. I turned the lights off and pulled the covers over us. The only light that could be seen now was the moons, bright glowing aura shining through on our bodies.

"Tom?" he asked suddenly after I laid down beside him. I turned my head to see him, and looked fully awake and aware. Had he been faking being asleep? I sighed, sure that he was gonna say something dramatic or sad or depressing just like he did all the time. I'm so sick of everything. Even my poor husband.

"What is it Jordan?" I rubbed my eyes trying to rid the irritation in them. This whole mess is giving me a migraine.

"It's raining..." He said quietly. What? Is that it? It's raining? Isn't he gonna say something like I think I'm dying of a new type of alcohol poisoning or I think I'm pregnant with someone else's kid, that sort of dramatic thing?

"...and?" There's got to be something wrong. He wouldn't have spoken otherwise.

"It's just...it's raining. Look at it." He pointed at the window, now splattered with raindrops from the night storm.

"I see that but...aren't you gonna say something...terrible?"

"No. I just like the rain. It's nice." He reached his hand out towards the glass, like he was trying to touch the rain outside. His eyes were still glazed, so I assumed it was just whatever was in his drink that was making him act like this.

I rolled over on my side and shut my eyes. I'd give anything to go back to the past. Nothing was this dramatic and stupid. We all played pranks on eachother and didn't have any grudges towards one another. There wasn't all of this love shit. It was just Tucker and Sonja who loved eachother. No one else.

I don't want to admit it and I dont want to believe it but...I wish I could go back to the days where Sparklez was my worst enemy. There was no drama, no heartbreak, no lost friends. I was a full blown Dianitee and he was a full on Ianitee. We hated each other in every way possible. It was beautiful.

How did I end up marrying my worst enemy?

'Boyo. You're not thinking straight. You love him don't you?'

How am I so sure this is love? What if I'm just fooling myself? I married him when I wasn't even sure of our relationship. Did I rush into this too quickly? We've only been together for a year, and were married after six months of dating eachother. Maybe we did rush.

And suddenly I felt awkward next to my own husband.

"Tom?" he asked again, even quieter than the last time he spoke.

"What Jordan..." I gritted my teeth through the words. I don't know why, but I now just his voice makes me feel uncomfortable. I shouldn't feel like this.

"Where are we?"

I growled in frustration. "We're in Wags room. I'm sleeping. You need to sleep too. Shut up and go to bed."

He stayed quiet for a little while longer, and then I heard him sit up. "Tom?"

"God what is it now Sparklez?" I snapped at him. I gripped the pillow in my hand tighter just so I didn't completely flip out. I'm getting angry over nothing. He's drunk and I need to be considerate of his feelings. Yelling at him isn't gonna help. Stupid mixed feelings.

I sat up to see him better, despite my eyes screaming at me to keep them shut. Sparklez was sitting straight up, looking around the room with lost eyes. Is he really that drunk? Finally he looked at me, and I realized his eyes were no longer glazed. He was fully aware of everything around him so why was he acting like this? And then he said the two words that made me fill with dread.

"Who's Wag?"

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OHHHHHHHHHHHHH SNAP
DID YOU EXPECT THAT?!?! BECAUSE I SURE DIDNT!

Yeah I did lol.

BUT WASNT IT SURPRISING?!?! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!

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BLAH!

- Lee