TW: language
Angst😉
Quackity POV
He pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back forgetting what I came here for. Our lips touched as all my pain had melted away. A blank head full of nothing but pure serotonin.
He broke away and looked at me with his arms around my shoulders. He looked at me and smiled. I did the same as I took his hand. I felt warm and fuzzy inside. I felt complete.
I never realized how much I could truly care for just one person but I guess one night could really change everything.
To bad he wasn't sober.
I'd've never thought about him this way, and now I finally do, it's basically a tease.
As I looked into his eyes, his soft hazel eyes, I wanted to cry, cry over what "this" could be. But it isn't real, or at least not a possibility.
I love him, but life has to go on, I thought. This wasn't fair to him, he was in a vulnerable position. I need to let this go.
But I can't, I was in too deep.
I looked back at his face, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was all messed up. I put his arm around my shoulder and helped him walk as he was stumbling. We went to the bathroom and stayed silent. I washed his face and pat dry with a towel. I asked him if he felt like throwing up. He nodded slightly and I helped him take his hoodie off.
I told him to sit down and I sat right next to him. I asked if he still wanted to throw up and he nodded. I told him to lean forward into the toilet. He got all of it out of his system and I washed out his mouth with cold water.
I had 3 missed calls from Bad.
"shit," I muttered under my breath. I had 15 messages and when I went to look at them, bad basically said he took the car home with skeppy.
I asked Karl if we could go to my house for the night. He said ok. I knew his parents were strict and it would be twice as bad if they saw him like this.
I asked if there was anything else that he brought and he shook his head.
We headed out from the party and he passed me the keys.
Karl looked at me while driving and just stared.
'' Enjoying the show? '' I asked playfully.
"you wish" he replied smiling.
"shut up," I replied.
We got to my house and I passed him some sweats. He tried to put them on, but was stumbling so I awkwardly came in and shut my eyes as he used my shoulder as a handle to prevent falling over.
I was in the kitchen cooking him some food while he sat on the table scrolling through Twitter.
I bit my lip softly staring at him.
""QUACKITY THE FOOD!" he says as he sees me staring.
"Oh right, goddammit" I mutter as I burn the tortillas.
I throw it away and serve Karl a quesadilla (tell me if I spelt that wrong) and I went to go wash my hands and sit down with the mildly sober boy.
When I sit down he looks up and asks me why I don't have any food. I say I'm not hungry, but it's really because I'm ashamed, ashamed of myself.
He tries to give me a bite, but I move my head. I didn't want it, but I also don't want him to be mad at me, so I stood my ground.
I hated the feeling of lying, especially to someone you love, whether he likes me back or not, some things will remain unspoken.
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