#ft.rhett

“Might be? You’re a mess, love.” He grumbled after hearing Rhett’s slurred words. Rhett was the last person he expected to see at this party and a boatload of questions hit him all at once. Was he here alone? If not then who was he with? Why wasn’t anyone watching over him? Who the FUCK let him have alcohol? Riot tried to get a good hold on Rhett and wrapped an arm around his waist so he wouldn’t stumble around. He would keep his questions for a later time. The teen was wasted and he probably wasn’t going to get an answer out of him now anyway. “C’mon, lets get you out of here.” Riot started leading him out of the party and waved down a cab for them to get into. Taking him back to NYE high or his home were both out of the question. If they saw him this drunk he’d surely find himself in trouble and Riot knew that was the last thing Rhett wanted since he’d been trying so hard to be good. Riot could always sneak him back into school the next morning, it was better than risking him getting caught since the teen could barely walk a straight line alone. “C’mon, beb.” Riot helped Rhett out of the cab and into his apartment, leading him straight into his room so Rhett could get some rest. “Let me know if you need anything.” Riot pressed a kiss to the drunk boys cheek before going to get him some water. He even placed the waste basket next to his bed, he had a feeling Rhett might need that later. 

[text]: Rhett I think you have the wrong number

[text]: are you drunk? 

[text]: need me to come pick you up?

[text]: tell me where you are, I’ll go get you 

“I think that’s the big dipper.” Riot pointed up at the night sky. “I think…maybe…I’m pretty sure.” he mumbled though he still sounded pretty insecure. He was trying to find some, if any constellations to impress Rhett with but all the lights made it difficult. Riot ended up giving up and scooted closer to Rhett on the blanket they were laying down on. He got close enough to the point where their shoulders were touching and blindly looked for his hand to intertwine their fingers. “Make a wish Rhett.” he spoke softly, and leaned over to give Rhett’s cheek a kiss as a shooting star shot by. 

We can make it if we try, You & I @rhett-king