So this is just a drabble that I had on my drafts for years! I finally got inspired to write again and decided to post it. This has not been edited or beta read! I need a beta reader so if you know someone let me know! Also maybe I'll turn this into a longer story more than likely because we need more friendship stories and more of these two in general, but who knows! Oh and apologies for any errors!
Anyway this is a JeanXSasha. This is mostly a friendship story but if you blink there's a possibility of a romantic undertone. Anyway, I'm rambling, I'll stop and let you read.
Thank you to anyone who reads this!
The brunette pursed her lips and placed her hands on her hips as she watched her roommate/best friend stagger through the front door. He barely could keep his balance and almost tripped over his own feet before walking inside and letting the door slam shut.
She watched in silence as he gave a jump from the noise and muttered, 'what the fuck' and hold the wall for support. A few moments of silence he finally looked up and brown eyes met amber ones.
"Hhhey! Connie! What are you doing up this late?" he managed to slur.
"Do I look like Connie, Jean?" she asked as she rolled her eyes.
"Oh Sasha, my bad."
"How much have you had to drink?"
Jean blinked. "Hmm…I think 4 drinks." he answered, holding up 8 fingers.
Walking over to him she placed his arms over her shoulder to help support him. "Let's walk to the couch and try to sober up a little bit. Or just while I go find your PJs for you."
"You smell pretty." he slurred as he walked towards the living room.
"Shut up."
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"Okay I managed to find you sweats and a shirt in that pigsty of a bedroom…." Sasha said as she walked out of Jean's room and into the living room. Looking up she noticed that he was no longer there. 'Maybe he's in the bathroom.' Walking to the bathroom she noticed the door open and light off. 'Let me check the kitchen.'
Turning the light on nothing has been moved or touched. It's exactly how she'd left it before heading to sleep that night.
With a sigh she thought maybe he went to the guest room by accident. Heading back in the direction of her bedroom she noticed the door was wide open and from her view she noticed he must have tripped or staggered and ended up laying down on the edge of her bed.
Gently she shook his shoulder to try to wake him up.
"Hey... go get changed…"
"I don't want to.. " was the whiny reply.
"Listen, go get changed and then go to sleep."
"I'm too comfortable."
A sigh escaped her lips as the debate on what to do played over in her head. Deciding not to argue or fight she walked over to him and took his sneakers off before struggling to roll him right side up. After several minutes she climbed in on the other side of the bed and placed herself comfortably under the covers.
"Thank you Con..Sasha."
"Shut up." with an eye roll she turned onto her side. " Good night. You're going to be a wreck in the morning."
