One Last Shot [boyxboy]

Chapter Five

Chapter Five (Anthony)

Seth popped a movie into the DVD player and we sat on the sofa, sharing a couple glasses of Sprite and a bowl of popcorn. We didn't say too much about our in depth dinner conversation, which I was rather thankful for as I really didn't feel comfortable enough to talk about anything too private.

I was still a little uneasy and itching for some alcohol. In fact, it was enough to make me really antsy. I was used to having a good six pack right about now and ready to pass out in bed, but without it, I felt like I had just skipped all my daily meals.

"Are you all right?" Seth asked at last, turning his head to look at me as the movie played a violent murder scene. I stiffened, then looked at him as I forced a smile. I wasn't about to tell the kid I was feeling withdrawal. Was that what this was anyway? Withdrawal symptoms? I'd have to look it up online.

"Yeah," I said slowly, "Just feeling a little, uhm... Do you have any alochol?" Well, there goes my self-control.

"I guess," Seth agreed calmly, looking away with an expression that told me he was obviously disappointed in my request, "You sure you don't want anymore pop?"

"Seth, I'm an old guy." I deadpanned, making him sigh and nod before heaving himself up from his seat. He took our glasses and went to the kitchen as I sat, shifting uncomfortably in my seat on the sofa. I listened to him open the fridge and rummage around before a door knob turned, making me look up as Taylor came in. He was wearing a pair of checkered black and white skinnies under a low cut neon yellow t-shirt under a fluffy white jacket.

He was smirking before he spotted me and his smirk grew wider as he shut the door quietly, peeking into the kitchen as Seth moved around. He looked back at me, making me frown. He was acting sort of mischevious and after our conversation this afternoon, the last thing I wanted was to be around Taylor. He was the type of kid I'd seen plenty of and wasn't ready to deal with.

"How's it goin', Anthony? Having another date with my brother? Is he being nice to you? He hasn't tried to jump you, he has?" He asked, taking his jacket off and draping it on the sofa near me, making me frown. Seth came into the living room with a sour expression, holding a couple glasses of beer, making my heart skip a beat. I took the glass with a thank you.

"Quit pestering him, Tay. What're you even doing here? I thought you had a party at Rico's." Seth said, his voice tight with annoyance. Taylor pouted, leaning over the back of the sofa near me, but I ignored him as I downed the glass, trying to resist the urge to lick the drops near the edge.

"Key word there, bro, is had. Got busted. So, are you gonna answer my question?" Taylor asked me directly, smiling coyly. I blinked, staring at him before scowling a little.

"Which one?" I asked, making Taylor smirk while Seth cleared his throat.

"Taylor, go away." Seth requested politely, making Taylor roll his eyes, putting his hands up before he went into the kitchen. I looked back at Seth as he shook his head and started to apologize, but Taylor came back in with a good sized bottle of Budlight that made my mouth water.

What turned me off, though, was that Taylor plopped into the seat between Seth and I, bumping us with his hips so we had no choice, but to make room for him. Seth remained silent as if he were quietly contemplating his brother's immediate demise and I just rolled my eyes as Taylor took a sip from the bottle, leaning forward.

"So, what're we watching?" He asked, studying the slaughter images on the screen. I frowned, resting my elbow on the arm rest of the sofa, propping my head up with my hand.

"A slasher flick. Don't you have homework to do?" I asked dully. Taylor smirked, leaning back on the sofa before looking at Seth.

"That's what you get for dating older men. They nag about your school life." He told him. Seth's face screwed up in irritation as he leaned on Taylor, ducking his head to mutter something in his ear. Taylor blushed furiously and shot to his feet, setting the bottle of beer right in front of me on the coffee table before he left. I knew he did it on purpose. There was plenty of other places to set that thing and now it was right in my way.