“Ohmygosh, that’s so sweet! Thanks for not letting me die, El. Yer the best,” he slurred, another goofy grin spreading across his face. “Food? Yeah. Pizza rolls, some fruits, and some chips I think,” Matt responded, marking each item by pointing at his fingers.
“Oh so totally the best, the bestest friend you could ever have.” The sarcasm was thick in her tone, but chuckled at his tone. Ella thought it over, “Yeah, alright well I will try and make you some pizza rolls when you get home, maybe some other stuff.” If Ella didn’t burn down the kitchen trying to use the oven or microwave. “Come on Mr. Drunk, let’s pick up the pace a bit so we can get you home before you get sick.”
Matt let out a deep, happy sigh. “You’re so right! The bestest.” He stepped over a tree root that was growing into the concrete of the sidewalk. “It’s right here! My house!” Matt exclaimed as he bounded drunkenly up the steps to the porch. “Sick? What’re you talking about? I feel great. Pizza rolls are so easy! I can teach you.”
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