Fruit Loops

                                    

                                          
Every couple of nights when i can't sleep, i come down stairs and sit alone. I usually just sit on the couch and watch TV but this time i wanted to spice it up.
I had drunk a litre of coke, and half a bottle of vodka all to myself. I know that on my medication the affect of the alcohol will be even worse then before.
My stupid brain didn't think this, intill half of the bottle was gone already. I knew that this was expensive aswell, so i would be in a lot of trouble for it.
I was forced to come out of my drunken thoughts when the light turned on and Ian walked down the stairs. 
"Holy shit Ror, you scared me." He laughed as he grabbed a bottle of water "What you doing down here?"
He scanned the table, quickly noticing mutiple cigarettes, the bottle of vodka and the bottle of coke. "Please tell me you haven't drank all of this, on your meds."
"Piss off." I rolled my eyes, taking another gulp of the bottle but Ian quickly snatched it out my hand 
"You can't be drinking." Ian tried to tell me
"Ian please leave." I tried to grab the bottle but i fell on the floor, forgetting about my broken leg "Fuck you."
"Rory come on, we need to get you to bed." He tried to pick me up
"You don't get it, i can't sleep you prick. I haven't slept in 2 days, i'm on the meds why aren't they helping?" 
"I do understand rory, i haven't slept either. That don't mean you get to drink your life away, you just need your meds to get adjusted." He smiled weakly 
"I hate this." I choked back a sob 
"Getting drunk won't sole your problems, sweetheart." He held me in his arms 
"If you and Mick, adopt a child, please don't forget about me." 
"I promise i won't." He picked me up as he carried me up the stairs 
"I'm gonna be sick." I told him as he practically ran to the toilet with me in his arms, as i threw up onto the bathroom floor i couldn't my  help but laugh at the situation.
"It's not funny Rory." Ian told me as he ran his hands through his ginger hair 
"What's going on?" Lip asked as he walked into the bathroom "Oh jesus." 
"Help me get her into bed?" Ian begged his brother 
"Will she throw up on me?" He asked as i threw up again
"At least throw up into the toilet." Ian panicked 
"We need to shower her, let me wake up fiona." Lip ran out the room to get Fiona 
"Fiona wake up, you need to shower Rory." Lip practically begged 
"What's she done this time?" She groaned as she got up
"Fuckkk what time is it." Jimmy-Steve asked also sitting up
"It's 3AM, go back to sleep." She smiled as she kissed him on the lips 
"Mhmm." He stirred as he went back to bed 
"She's got really drunk, her meds make her worse obviously." Lip pointed over to me throwing in, luckily into the toilet this time 
"Fuck me." I laughed 
"Will someone shower her?" Ian shouted 
"Does Mick know?" Fiona asked 
"No he don't." My eyes widened 
"Okay everyone out so i can shower her." Fiona shoved all of the boys out the room