What do we do with a love like this?

--Morgan’s POV--
“Holy shit…” I said when I heard her voice. I ran down the stairs and I heard the other two following me. Mikayla was collapsed on the stairs, giggling to herself. I ran over to her side, trying to sit her up. I smelled the stench of alcohol in her breath.
“God Mikayla…” I mumbled, giving her a tight hug.
“Wow...you’re hair smells good…” Miki says and giggles again. I sighed.
“Ashley, can you help me pick her up?” I asked him, looking up. He nodded and went over to her side, picking her up and bringing her upstairs into her bedroom. He placed her down on her bed and I told them to leave the bedroom. I started to take off her clothes and put on clean ones. Once that was done I laid her down in her bed, tucking her in.
“Mikayla...You’re gonna have one bad hangover tomorrow morning…” I told her before sighing and standing up. I turned off the bedroom lights and left her room.

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