𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 // (𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Part 10

THIRD PERSON POV

Jeremiah storms out into the garden, where he finds a VERY drunk Y/N, lying on the grass, mumbling a song.

"What are you doing over there Y/N?"

"Is that my Jere bear?" She blows kisses.

He laughs at her stupid name.

She mutters a name.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"Mm okay, cmon' let's get up."

He grabs her by the waist and throws her over his shoulder.

"I can walk! I can walk." She yells.

"Okay!" He replies, putting her down but keeping an arm around her.

"You've got nice eyes." She boops his nose.

"Thanks."

He chuckles at how hammered the girl is.

"And you've got nice hair." She ruffles it.

Her arms are around his neck, and she leans towards his face.

"Have you seen?" The voice stops and Y/N and Jere separate.

"Conrad," Y/N says.

"Sorry, I'll leave you two to it." He starts to storm off.

"Wait, Conrad." She shouts, stumbling after him.

"What do you want Y/N?"

"I."

"You what?"

"I um. I."

It turns out that no food and lots of alcohol don't end well.

'Who could've guessed.'

She collapses onto her side as everything fades.

Although Conrad is furious and jealous right now, he picks her up and asks someone to give them a lift home.

"Is she okay?" Jeremiah appears.

"Yes just go have fun, Jere."

"You sure?"

"Yes go."

He lays her on his lap in the car and strokes her hair.

The guy in the front has music blasting so he has no idea of the situation.

She very slightly becomes conscious again.

"Conrad?" Her gaze softens.

"It's okay Eminem." He kisses her lips and strokes her cheek.

"There's something I haven't told you."

"What's that?"

"I know."

"What?"

"I know."

"About what?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

He keeps stroking her hair.

"Ok."

"Do you hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?"

"I don't know. I think everyone hates me at this point."

"You're just drunk." He laughs.

"Maybe." She smiles, looking up at him. "Goodnight."

Her eyes closed.

"Oh okay." He giggles as he sits back.