(okay lol thanks)
Samil's body stiffened when Jacob touched him, and he cleared his throat, pushing his hands away. "Yeah, you've definitely had a little too much," he said, laughing nervously. Why am I getting flustered? he thought, clearing his throat. "How long have you been here? And how much did you drink?"
@SaltyLasgna get over here
Jacob shrugged. In all honesty, he only heard half of what he said. He turned his head, looking around. He decided he wanted to go somewhere, though he wasn't sure. His head was all fuzzy and warm. He could barely feel his fingertip much less his feet and where they were going. He barely took a couple steps, well, more like stumbled a few steps before he tripped, possibly over the air or maybe not. All he knew was that the floor was rushing very quickly to meet his face.
Samil surged forward to catch him before he fell. He wrapped an arm around him and pulled him back up, laughing a bit. "Alright, I think this is a sign that it's time for you to go home. You got a phone? Anybody you can call?"
Jacob leaned back into him, sighing. "Y-you're c-comfy." He cooed and turned so their chests were pressed against each other. He shrugged his shoulders again. "i-i'm tired." He yawned. He was going to regret drinking so much in the morning. But he wasn't worried about it at the moment.
Samil wanted to push Jacob away, but he was frozen in place, blushing furiously. God damn this cute son of a bitch, he thought angrily. "Yeah, I bet you are. If you don't have a phone, maybe I can call an Uber for you or something." He'd offer to drive, but he had been drinking a bit, and he wasn't about to be a moron and drive while tipsy.
Jacob shrugged his shoulders again. "C-can I s-stay w-with you?" He asked, looking up at him with a puppy dog face. "Please?" Jacob was warm an comfortable in his embrace, he never wanted to leave.
Samil gently pushed Jacob off of him, not wanting anybody to stare and get any ideas. The last thing he needed was everybody finding out a rumor going around that he was gay. "Not so sure that's a good idea. My house is a bit of a disaster, you wouldn't want to crash there. Trust me."
Jacob pouted. "F-fine. I-I'll just s-stay h-here." Jacob then proceeded to plop down on the floor and laid down. It wasn't comfortable in the slightest, but it felt like heaven in his drunken mind. He stretched his arms before curling in a ball. After a moment, he placed his hands over his ears. It was too loud. The music was hurting his ears.
"No no, I'm getting you somewhere safe. I don't want to feel responsible if something happens to you at this party because you're drunk." He sighed, kneeling down next to Jacob and putting a hand on his arm. "I'll take you somewhere quiet and get you some coffee so you can sober up. Then I can get you home. How does that sound?"
"I-I d-don't like coffee," Jacob mumbled. he turned his head towards him, his eyes fluttering open, though he wanted o close them again. Could he not be left in peace? He just wanted to sleep. He was tired, his eyes droopy. He covered his mouth as he yawned. "I'm t-tired." He repeated again.
"I know that, you've told me. But you can't sleep here." He pulled gently at his arm, hoping he would get up so he wouldn't have to carry him to a bedroom to sleep. "Don't pass out on me now, just stay awake for another minute and you can sleep in a nice, comfy bed."
(Writing stuttering is a pain in the ass lol)
Jacob frowned and looked away. "I-I don't want t-to s-stay here. I-I w-want t-to go h-home." He whined. The buzz was slowly starting to die and his head was starting to hurt. He wanted to crawl under his covers and never come out again.
(I'm about to take a test so I might disappear for a little while)
(okay)
"You can do that, if you want. I can get you home, you just have to tell me how to get you there," he said. "We should probably get somewhere quiet, at least for now."
Jacob held out his hand, signally help to get up. He didn't think he would be able to get up on his own. "O-okay." He said. The other hand flew to his head and he clutched it. He hurt.
Samil sighed and took his hand. He pulled Jacob up to his feet, putting one hand on his shoulder to steady him so he wouldn't fall. "You good?"
Jacob just pressed his hands over his ear, the loud music making his head pound harder. He leaned slightly into the guy that was helping hold him up, so he wouldn't topple over.
"Alright, let's get you to a quiet place," Samil said softly. He put an arm around him, just in case he was too drunk to walk properly. Why am I doing this? He thought to himself. Why am I going out of my way to help this guy?
But there was no point in questioning it now, he had already helped him up. He can't just stop helping him, he promised to get him home.
Jacob leaned into him more, enjoying his warmth. He sighed, clutching his head harder. His eyes were cast down, letting him lead. He felt too overwhelmed. He wanted to go home and crawl into a hole and never come out again.
"Here, we can go upstairs to a bedroom, where it's quiet, then you can call somebody who can come pick you up. That sound okay?" He asked.
Jacob looked at him with wild, scared eyes. He shook his head so fast he was afraid he would get whiplash. No, he could not call his parents. He would be in so much trouble, he didn't even want to imagine it. "C-can y-y-you t-take m-me h-h-home?" He stuttered
"Hey, it's okay, calm down. I'm not going to bring you somewhere if you're too scared," he assured him. "But… I've had a couple of drinks. I'm not sure I'll be able to drive for at least a couple of hours."
(My mama would whoop me into tomorrow if I ever came home drunk and I was underage)
Jacob relaxed at his words, well, as much as he could. He was surrounded in the house, it was making him anxious. He felt like throwing up. "O-o-okay." He bit his lip, looking back down at his shoes.
(that's why you have to learn to pretend to be sober
don't do that, that's a terrible idea, don't drink underage it never turns out well, hangovers suck booty)
Samil led him upstairs, tightening his grip and making sure he didn't fall. "Do you not have a friend you can call?" Samil asked again, hoping that the guy would remember if he started to sober up.
(Lol)
"N-no f-f-friends." Jacob didn't have friends. No one could stand his stuttering or his disorder, not that they knew he had one. Though he didn't even know where his phone was.
Samil sighed. "Alright. That's okay. I can drive you home later, you're just gonna have to hang out here for a bit until I'm completely sober." He brought him to a room and knocked on the door before opening it to make sure it was empty. He closed the door behind them, and the music was muffled, making things significantly quieter. Samil could still feel the bass through the floor, but it wasn't too noticeable.
Jacob sat down and curled into a ball. He was never going to hang out with anyone again. He wiped his tears as they started falling down his cheeks.
It took a moment for Samil to realize that Jacob was crying, and when he did, he froze. What do I do? he thought, feeling himself panic a bit. He wasn't exactly the type of person who was good at comforting people when they cried. In fact, this whole situation was pretty odd for him. Usually who only took care of drunk people when they were his close friends, and he didn't know this guy at all. But it's not like he could just back out now. It didn't seem like anybody else was going to step up and help him, and Samil wasn't going to be the dick who left a shy kid drunk and crying alone.
"Are you okay?" He asked, voice cracking a bit. He cleared his throat, looking down at his shoes. Fuck, I don't know how to do this.
Jacob rocked his body, trying to calm his tremors. He looked at him, Samil, finally recognizing him. He shook his head at the question and curled in on himself more, if that was even possible. He never wanted to step foot in the house. He never wanted to leave his house again.
Samil felt his panic increase, but he fought it and knelt down beside Jacob. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe here, and I can get you back home soon." He swallowed and cleared his throat again, not knowing if he was saying the right thing or not. Fucking hell, this is way out of my comfort zone.