One-shot #15 Tell You you're Pretty

There was something crazy about the fact that I was already done with high school. It was, up until this point, indeed the best years of my life. At least, from the point I met Tom until now. The slender had made my otherwise dull world so full of happiness, color and beauty. His presence just made the world around him better.

I wasn't really one to party. I didn't like people, or interacting, or social gatherings in general. However, Tom had been convinced to go to the graduation celebrations and I, naturally, tagged along. We mostly stayed to ourselves, but it was one final opportunity to act crazy and make sure nobody here would ever forget us, so we also took a little bit of time to just stand on a table or something.

The already okay night took a turn for the insanely hilarious, and all it took was one offer. A girl from school, half drunk, walked up to us to ask if we wanted something to drink. Naturally, I said no. I had never drunken anything alcoholic, nor had I ever consumed drugs. However, my boyfriend was more easily convinced...and the result was hilarious.

The usual Thomas Oakson was a tall and graceful kind of guy. No surprise there, he's a slender. His scarf added a look of sophistication to him and his eyes always gave off a look of awareness. This was not him. This was a six year old child who had been grown to a size of six feet.

It started off simply, him just looking a little dizzy. Through our linked minds, I began to feel his conciousness grow a little fuzzy. Yet, fuzzy for him was still strikingly intelligent, so he had no problem keeping up a steady conversation. The other party goers noticed this and, thinking he was not drunk enough, got him to drink more. I also began to feel my mind getting slowed. I guess our mind link transmits the impact of alcohol as well, but I was nowhere near as drunk as he was.

His eyes grew wide and held a look of awe and wonder. I managed to get him to sit down before he fell over in his somewhat stunned contemplation of a world that was now infinitely fascinating to him. When his eyes fell on me, his head tilted to the side like a dog would do in a moment of confusion. The spark of wonder in his eyes seemed to dance even more brightly now.

Meanwhile, I felt some emotions rising up in his jumbled thoughts. It was care, love and happiness. His hand shakily rose up and clumsily landed on my cheek, holding me as if to make sure I was real. His mouth hung open for a bit, as if he was searching for something to say. What he started to say just made me feel like bursting into laughter and crying from happiness all at once.

He gave off a stuttered attempt at speech, told in a light and gentle tone similar to that of a nervous child. "Y-you...you're really really pretty." I blushed and giggled a little. "Oh, um...thanks." His other hand went to my other cheek and he tilted his head, looking at me with even more curiosity and wonder. "But you're like...really really pretty."

I looked around nervously, noticing that people were starting to turn around to watch. I started laughing when I saw the look on his face. His hands left my face and he wrapped his arms around me, curling up and burrying his face in my neck. "You're so pretty."

I tentatively put my arms around him as well, thankful none of his tendrills had emerged by now.

Then, just like that, he jolted back up, grabbing my shoulders. "You're pretty, right?" I nervously looked around, unsure what to answer. "Thanks...you've kind of told me a bunch of times right now." His face suddently fell and I felt his aura grow with frustration. At first I was startled. He was inhuman, unpredictable when he's normal. This was all that he was, but drunk, having most of his thinking capabilities cut down. He pouted and started shaking my shoulder.

"You're pretty! Come on, agree with me! AGREE WITH ME!" I reached out my arm and grabbed his shoulder, backing up into the bench we were sitting on. His aura radiated with a twinge of panic and his eyes looked glassy, as if he was on the edge of tears. "Uh, yeah. Okay. I'm pretty." His eyes softened instantly and he let out a sound that seemed like a purr, wrapping his arms gently around me again. "Yes you are. Yes, you're really pretty."

I couldn't hold it back, I burst into laughter. A few of the people around started laughing too. This was just so...ridiculous. My mighty slender was now...this. He burried his nose into my hair, continuing to mumble in a barely understandable voice about how pretty I was. His words began to slur together until he eventually fell asleep.

So now I was trapped under him, feeling the steady and happy buzz of his clouded mind. His breaths tickled my neck, sending my heart racing. The way he was pressed against me was starting to make my left hand go numb, which he was putting most of his weight on. I carefully moved my arm from under him, trying not to wake him up. He twitched, mumbling in his drunken sleep.

I was pretty strong, I could lift him off of me easily and free myself, but carrying him was not an option. I would have to stay here until he either woke up on his own, or someone woke him up instead. And so I sat, his sleeping form pressed against me, for a good hour, forced to listen to the boring music without anything to distract myself with.

I looked to him when I saw movement, feeling some kind of brain activity starting to form in his mind. Was he finally waking up? His still sleeping traits tightened into a frown and he uttered out a single word in an angered tone. "Mermaids." His breathing then returned to normal. I was left looking at him for a few seconds, giving time for my brain to register that that had actually just happened. I then let out a few quiet chuckles at the absurdity of it all.

It took him an other half an hour before he began to actually wake-up, but before he did, I started feeling nauseous, my head aching slightly. I understood that his link was sharing with me a fraction of what he was actually feeling, meaning he would be much worst when he woke-up. I frowned, hugging him and trying my best to let my hair fall over his eyes to shield him from some of the glaring light of the outside world.

He groaned, opening his eyes which I noticed were now tinted pink. They locked with mine for a moment, shining with a bit more of his usual intelligence. He then cracked a smile and weakly spoke. "Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?"

AN: Just a silly one-shot I came up with in school the other day. I have never touched anything alcoholic or been high from anything, be it illegal drugs or prescribed pain killers. I was having a conversation with a few people, all of which have been...out of their usual state of mind at least once before...and the behaviors they described having were...pretty ridiculous. Seriously, this one girl got high once and started putting ketchup precisely on each fry individually and then sprinkled salt on each one, then ate them slowly, ranting about how it was the best fry in the world...at each fry she ate. It all just made me imagine...what if Tom got drunk? XD