C17 Seventeen

The car rolls to a slow stop and I groan, my body and eyelids heavy. I need to sleep.

"Justin? Get me home," I mumble, slurring my words. The door opens and I'm being carried out of the car like a child, my arms wrapped around his neck. I tighten my legs around his mid section in fear that I'm about to fall off. A low groan comes from him that doesn't sound like Justin at all. .