Something More?

I was barely buzzed by the time Andrew’s brilliant blue eyes started to fog from intoxication. After I told him about my life plans something seemed to click within him and he started practically chugging the drink I had gotten him, finishing it only to go and get another. We kept talking, discussing what had changed since we had last been in contact and what we planned to do moving forward. We even had a fairly entertaining conversation about Batman. Well, that was actually more of a fangirl lecture delivered by Andrew. Still, it was cute to see him get so excited and animated over something like that, especially after our conversation had taken a depressing turn. I didn’t really want the night to end, but it was getting late and Andrew was no longer coherent.
“Andrew, I think it’s time we head home.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Come along, you’re drunk and I’m tired. I’ll give you a lift home, ok?”
“I don’t wanna see you walk away.”
I gently took his hand and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Then stand by my side.” His blue orbs met mine and I thought that I saw a glint of sadness in them. I brushed the thought aside and gently led him to the exit, and eventually to my car.
He plopped down in the passenger seat and instantly started drooling on the fabric of the seat. He mumbled something about his band touring and then started snoring lightly. I got in the Drivers seat and tried to get his home address out of him, to no avail. I sighed and thought through my options.
I can check his phone to find his address or maybe even the address of a friend, or I could ask Ai if she knows what it is. Those are invasive and I don’t want to do something that could result in me forever losing his trust. I could always just bring him back to the apartment. Eh? As good a plan as any.
I jammed the keys in the ignition and headed home. Once I got there, and dragged the drunk musicians ass up to my apartment -which is no small feat given the height difference between the two of us- I opened the apartment door to one hyper roommate. Apparently she had been waiting up for me to get all the details, I should have guessed she would do that.
“How’d it- Is that corpse Andy Biersack?!” Andrew groaned as if on cue.
“Yes, now help me get him to the couch and for the love of god be quiet!” I hissed at her, doing my best to not drop Andrew.
Ai helped me get him to the couch, then interrogated me while I got a few things.
“So, what happened?”
“I don’t know, we met up had a bit of a conversation then he got upset when I told him about my school life and started chugging zombie cocktails like there would be no tomorrow.”
“You didn’t try to stop him, I mean you of all people ought to know the power of those damn drinks.”
“Yeah, I told him he shouldn’t have more than one but he said something along the lines of ‘I’m a rockstar, half my life is spent in the presence of alcohol.’’
“Great, so why’d you bring him here?”
“I couldn’t get him to snap out of it enough to tell me his home address and didn’t feel like snooping.”
Ai shrugged and headed for bed while I examined my work. Andrew lay on the couch with his leather jacket hung on the wall not far from him and a blanket thrown over him. I had set a glass of water on the table in front of the couch and a trash bin under it. Once I was satisfies that he would survive the night I headed to bed, barely hearing him call out in his sleep.
“Celestia … reality … dreams … tour … me…” I frowned, unable to understand the partial sentence he had mumbled, but headed to bed nonetheless.

Notes

Well, I got comments right after I posted the last chapter so I put this one together at breakneck speed (translation I will correct typos/errors later because it is really late). Thanks for the comments, please keep them coming and as always, enjoy.
side note: I'm to tired to proof read this so I will apologize now for any errors. good night