"Omg..No-"
He went back inside, giggling.
"Phoneeeeee! Where...where are yuuuu!?"
He started walking into the house still wobbling.
"Keane, stop and go lay down."
"I'm gettin yur phone doe..."
"No, I'll get it myself. You go lay down, you are drunk."
"Noooo! I...I'm going.."
He walked inside and saw his phone on the couch where the rest of his clothes were and he started walking over to it.
"I found it, now go lay down!"
"NoOoOo!"
He went outside and back to his car
Before he fully got out he grabbed him and moved him, then he locked the front door and looked at Keane and hugged him.
"I don't want you getting hurt."
"Pfttt...funni..."
