He nods against my shoulder, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his keys.
“Are you okay to walk to the car?” I ask, taking the keys.
“I’m fiiiiiine,” he says, getting to his feet and swaying. “Okay, maybe not.” He groans.
I take his arm, wrapping it around my shoulders, trying to be a support for him to walk to the car, but I clearly underestimated just how much bigger and heavier he is than me. He’s a football player, of course, he would be built like a brick house.
Thankfully, a nice older gentleman helps me, taking his other side. We manage to get Cooper to the car. I open the passenger door, and we get him in. I thank the man and go to the driver’s side.
Closing the door, I look over to Cooper, who’s now passed out, head on the window, snoring up a storm.
Letting out a big sigh, I wonder what to do next. Do I wake him up and ask him what to do?
Just as I’m about to start the car, it starts to rain.
“Fucking hell.”
I could drive him home, but I don’t want to walk. And if he has practice tomorrow, I don’t want to take his car, because then he won’t be able to get there.
Shit. Practice. Did he even think about that before he started drinking? Cooper said he’s not that big of a drinker, so I don't think tonight is something he does often. At least not on a weekday.
I could ask my mom to come get me, but it’s one in the morning. I don’t want to wake her up.
So, I do the only thing I can think of and call my sister.
She’s still up. Not surprised.
“Hey. Where are you? I came home, and you’re not here. Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I keep my voice low. “I went out with some friends.”
“I’m sorry, what? I don’t think I heard you right. Friends? Since when do you have friends?” She laughs.
Not gonna lie, that one kind of stings. “Haha. Funny. I have friends. Cooper asked me to come to the bar and hang out with him and a few of his friends. Anyway, he’s kind of passed out in the passenger seat of his car, and I don’t know what to do with him. I can’t take him to his place because I don’t have a way back. And it’s raining. I guess I could call for a cab, but...”
“Bring him here,” she says, casually.
“What?” My brows pull together.
“Bring him here and put him in the spare room. He can sleep it off and be good tomorrow.”
“I don’t know, Nina...” I look over at him. He’s snoring softly. “I feel like that’s kind of kidnapping.”
“Oh, stop.” She sighs. “He’s done it for me before.”
“Wait, what?” I growl through the line. “You’ve gotten drunk and crashed at his place? What the hell! You’re nineteen.”
“Whaaaat?” She laughs awkwardly. “I totally didn’t mean to say that. Look, just bring him here. I’ll help you get him inside.”
“Fine.” I find myself saying, knowing it’s stupid, but I do it anyway.
Nina is waiting for me when I pull up to my house. Shutting the car off, I run over to Cooper’s side. The rain is still coming down. I open the passenger door, and Cooper groans as we pull him out and to his feet.
“Fuck, he’s heavy.” Nina groans.
“Tell me about it,” I grunt as we make our way toward the front door.
“I don’t feel so good,” Cooper slurs.
