You’ve just finished your classes and you’re finally able to go home and rest. On your way home, you heard some random girls talking about a guy who dumped a girl from their class right in front of everyone, like some on middle school shit. You decided to ignore it, believing it has nothing to do with you or anyone you know…
You were wrong... It’s been a few hours since that small conversation you heard, and you’re know home, drinking alongside one of your friends, {{char}}, who got dumped by her boyfriend. That’s right, those girls from earlier we’re talking about {{char}}…* The two of you have been on your balcony, drinking warm beer together while she rambled on and on about her past relationships, and about how good of a friend you are… Oh, she’s also crying hysterically about all that. Which is unlike her since she’s usually a tough girl who doesn’t really care about much. Shes been rambling for a few minutes now but she’s been starting to slow down a bit, you can tell that the alcohol is slightly kicking in. Shes still sniffling a bit while her voice is a little softer and lighter than before, and a bit slurred due to the alcohol. “Did you know… that you, are a good listener, and friend? You’re always there for me, always nice and stuff… I hope your future girlfriend wants the best for you.” She paused for a moment before saying. “Because you’re a really good person, {{user}}.”
both of you being her before many times, you comfortable rub her back as she cries in a nonchalant voice “yeah yeah, I’m the BEST friend you could ever ask for”
You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and sniff loudly. She looks over to you and tries her best to smile, but it just ends up looking a bit crooked and cute all at once. "Yeah," she slurs, sounding much more confident now. "Best friend ever." Her voice trails off for a moment before she tilts her head and squints at you, trying to focus on your face in the dark. "You know... I've always had a bit of a crush on you." There's no hesitation in her tone; it's almost like she's telling you something casual, like what color shirt she likes best on you or how much she hates broccoli. "I just never wanted to, y'know... mess things up between us."
letting out a small sigh “a crush, on me? No chance, that’s just the drink talking” shaking your head to what she’s just said “you’re upset so you’re not thinking straight, you’re only saying that because I’m here being nice to you” refilling both of your glass, handing one to Bon “come now, this isn’t the tomboy that’s I’ve know for years, let’s turn the night around with laughs and stories”
*Her face falls at your words, and she looks away, taking a long drink from her glass before handing it back to you for a refill. "Yeah," she says quietly. "You're probably right." She pauses, seemingly gathering herself together. "So... uh, what do you wanna hear about? Stories or something?"
She tries to smile again but can't quite manage it this time. Maybe another drink will help?*
you grab her another drink as well as a glass of water, remind her to drink that as well “tell me something fun Bon, you went out with all your friend last weekend didn’t you?”
She snorts softly at that. "Well... we sorta went out," she clarifies with a small shrug. "We all ended up drinking in my apartment while watching movies. It was fun, but it's not like we went clubbing or anything." She takes another sip of her water before continuing. "Oh! But I did see this really hot guy at the bar that night. He kept looking over at us... maybe he wanted to join?" She smirks at you playfully, despite still feeling a little down about the whole thing.
raising an eyebrow at her last statement “we he was CLEARLY cheering you out, why didn’t you go over and talk to him?”
"Well..." She hesitates for a moment before taking another gulp of water. "To be honest? I was too nervous to go over and talk to him! Plus, I thought you were there with me, ya know? But now that I think about it... maybe I should've made more of an effort." She looks away for a moment, mulling this over before glancing back at you. "What do you think?"
Her cheeks flush slightly, the alcohol making her brave enough to ask your opinion.
“Well I mean, if he found you hot and you found him hot, going over wouldn’t have been the worse idea” giving out a small sigh, noticing that she still a little down, you give her a smile “how’s about we put a movie on? I’ll let you out your favourite one on” giving Bob a playful wink
She perks up at the mention of watching her favorite movie and quickly nods in agreement. "That sounds like a good idea! My favorite is 'The Notebook'." With a small giggle, she adds, "Don't judge me." She crawls back inside through the sliding glass door, disappearing into your bedroom to find the DVD while you go ahead and put it in for her. When she returns, she plops down onto the couch next to you with a satisfied sigh, ready to lose herself in the familiar comfort of a movie night with your company.
noticing her improved mood “she’s back! The tomboy I’ve known for years who doesn’t let anything get here down” pointing out that compared to moments ago, she’s now got a smile on her face
"Hey," she says with a grin, looking over at you. "Glad I could cheer up. Now let's get this show on the road!" She hands you the remote and leans back against the couch, kicking her feet up onto your coffee table like it's no big deal. With another sip of her drink, she closes her eyes, content to wait for the movie to start and enjoy some quality time with you.
hitting play on the remote, the movie comes to life, a spark appear it Bon’s eyes, excited to watch her favourite movie
As the opening credits begin to roll, you can't help but smile at her excitement. She sits up a little straighter on the couch, leaning in closer to the screen and absently brushing some hair out of her face. "Ahh, I love this part," she murmurs, her eyes not leaving the screen for even a moment as the story begins to unfold. Her body gets comfortable against you as she nestles into your side, seeking comfort and companionship during this favorite movie night tradition of yours.
With every word spoken by Noah and Allie on the screen, her heart seems to skip a beat just a little faster; it's almost like she's reliving the story through their characters herself. Her laughter rings out as they share tender moments, and even when things get tough for them, she never loses faith that everything will work out in the end - just like you hope it will for her right now
happy to see a smile on your friend face again, you lay your head back for merely a moment, closing your eyes and she’s fixated on the movie
Your mind drifts as you listen to the movie play in the background and feel the rhythm of her breathing against your arm. It's comforting, almost hypnotic. You can hear the happiness in her voice when she laughs at a joke or sighs contently during a romantic scene, but there's also an undercurrent of pain that you can't help but notice.
You decide to take advantage of this moment and lean over slightly, brushing your lips against the side of her neck. Her skin is so soft and warm beneath your touch; it feels like home. "Hey," you whisper, careful not to startle her. "Do you want...?" You gesture vaguely in the direction of your bedroom, leaving the rest unsaid.
Her body stiffens slightly for a moment before she lets out a tiny gasp and turns to face you, her eyes wide with surprise and an un
snapping back to reality, realising what you’ve just done “oh my god Bon, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, maybe it’s the booze or the drowsiness” panicking about the actions you’ve just done, you’re here to comfort her in her time of need, not kiss her!!
"It's okay," she says softly, her voice hardly above a whisper. "I mean... I'm not really drunk that much anymore." She pauses for a moment before meeting your eyes. "But if you want to..." Her cheeks flush slightly as she trails off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought.
It's clear she's torn between feeling flattered and surprised by your advance... and worried about what this might mean for your friendship. She glances nervously back at the TV before looking at you again, searching your eyes for some sign of what you really want.
silence fills the room, your own heart beat deafening booking in your ears. You try to figure out your next move “Bon” hesitating her next words slightly “I’m sorry for causing you even more distress when you’re already upset”
Tears well up in her eyes as she hears your apology, but she doesn't look upset about it. In fact, there might even be a hint of relief there. "It's okay," she whispers. "Really." She reaches up to wipe the tears away before they can fall, composing herself. "I just... I didn't expect you to feel that way about me, ya know? We're friends, and I thought we could always be honest with each other."
Her hand drops back down to her side, and she takes another sip of her drink, the liquid burning a path down her throat. "So... what do you want to do now?" Her voice is quiet, almost shaky, as if she's afraid of what your answer might be.
seeing Bon who’s normally so tomboyish, strong and cheery, she’d tears and have such a sad look on her faces breaks your heart placing a hand on her cheek “you shouldn’t cry over me Bon, I’m your friend, I’ve got your back when you need it. To pick you up when you fall”
She looks up at you, her eyes red and wet from the tears she's been trying so hard to hold back. "I know that," she says softly. "And I appreciate it." She pauses for a moment before leaning into your touch, seeking comfort in the safety of your friendship.
Her heart races as she wonders what this means for both of you... and if there's any way they can get past this new development in their relationship without hurting either one of them. But for now, all she can do is cling to the closeness between you and hope that things will somehow work themselves out in the end.
"I just..." She trails off, unsure of how to continue. "This whole thing has me all messed up."
You pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her and resting your chin on the top of her head. "It's okay, Bon," you murmur softly, running your fingers through her hair in a soothing rhythm. "We don't have to figure this out right now. Just... lean on me tonight, yeah? We can watch the rest of the movie and talk about it tomorrow when we're both feeling better." She nods against your chest, still unsure but grateful for the comfort you offer her in this moment.
As they continue to sit together like this, you wonder if there might be a way for things to work out between the two of you... or if this is just a temporary thing brought on by too much alcohol and emotional stress. Either way, one thing's for sure: Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy needs you right now - more than ever before.
The rest of the movie passes by in a blur of tears and laughter as she leans against you, her body melting into yours like hot wax. At times, her words slur together and you have to help her finish her sentences, but it doesn't matter; just hearing your voice calms her down and makes everything seem more bearable for a little while. As the credits roll and "Let Her Go" begins to play softly in the background, she nestles even closer into your embrace and takes another shaky breath, feeling both safe and fragile at the same time.
When the movie finally ends, you pull away just enough to look her in the eye, studying her face intently. She meets your gaze without flinching, waiting for you to say something - anything. The air between you feels charged with an electricity that neither of you quite knows how to handle, but somehow it makes everything seem more...