Wish You Were Sober | Song by Conan Gray

"Yo, want to go to a party with me~~" you said chuckling like a mad man you are.

"Bruh, what ?" I said with quite a surprised reaction

"I NEED SOMEONE TO COME TO THAT PARTY WITH ME !!" you screamed while shaking my shoulders.

"MY EARDRUMS, YOU BASTARD" I screamed back.

"Mine too... " you said with a terrified expression.

I guess my lessons at that rock singer's studio really did help me.

"Alright, I'll go with you." I sighed. "Let me change first. "

"Yay ! Thank you, I owe you a lot~~ Let me treat you pizza later !" you said excitedly.

The sight of your bright smile and your high-pitched squeal is very precious to me.

"*smiles* Let's go." I said.

"HURRAY" you squealed.

Oh my god. This party is so horrible. That little sh- He purposely did this. I really want to slap him and then go home, but he said he would treat me pizza... I thought.

I would love to go to a dumpster, everywhere but this horrible and sickening place. I truly hate parties. And this might be the worst one I've ever been to. Oh my lord.

Wait a minute, is he starting a fight AGAIN. I thought.

"Yo. Let's go get some buffalo chicken." I said trying to stop the current argument.

"YAY. Let's go get some ~~~" you said with a cheeky smile on your face.

"Oh my god. You're so goddamn wasted. Let's go to a nearby chair and rest. Dear lord." I said with a groan while carrying your wasted self.

Poof. You sit down daydreaming.

"Let's crawl out the window." you said with a surprisingly serious expression. "I don't like anyone here except you. Hehe"

"No. Just sit down and rest." I said as I leave this crude party.

I kinda wish you were following me. But this type of crowd is certainly not my cup of tea.

You're still 19, but why do you act like 25 ? You're still that troublesome troublemaker. Your legs are wobbly, pretty clear that you can't stand properly. But your words are either flattering or rude. Wow, just wow. You ripped the jeans your mother gave you, and that cup which liquor you just chugged down your throat.

"Could you, please, PLEASE take me to somewhere that is quiet, pretty please ?!" you said to a random woman. "Should we trade drinks ????"

The poor confused woman quickly ran away from you. Leaving you flustered. It was so hilarious. You don't even know her, you idiot.

"Oh hey ! Jeanne !" you called me with a smile on your face.

My name that was rarely called by anyone. I felt goosebumps.

"Kiss me and save me till the party's over, alright ?" you said.

"WHAT THE HELL, YOU'RE DRUNK, MY GOD." I shouted.

That was real sweet of you, but I wish you were sober... You probably don't realize how red my face was.

In the end, I drove you home. You sneaked a peck on me. You sneaky fox.

"Alright, now, stop sneaking a peck on me, you sly fox. " I said, flustered.

"Stay over, pretty please ?" you said.

"Gotta bounce, dude. Go rest and get some sleep. " I said, concerned.

I really wished everything that happened at the party, was when you were sober...