Don't Let Go Of Me

Chapter 15

The traffic lights looked so much prettier at night. It was a whole different atmosphere. Driving through the city at 3 am was something everyone should at least once in their life do.

If alone or with two very handsome man, it was a spectacular sight non the less. All those colors flashing by and the quiet sounds of the radio, which was playing some throwback playlist.

They had opted for Sapnap's pickup truck because of the space at the loading area which would make up for a great sitting area. Warm feeling flooded his veins and senses, wrapping him completely into pure bliss.

The night was so beautiful and clear, windows rolled down and the wind going through his outgrown hair. California was knows for it's heat waves in june but currently it had cooled down enough to be outside without dying due to a heat stroke.

When the wind stopped, so did the movement of the truck. Dream had parked on one of the currently abandoned parking spaces of the nearest supermarket.

God how long had it been since they did this the last time? Was it high school or the beginning of his college years? Either way, it was exciting to get to spend quality time with his best buddies again.

"How about I set stuff up in the back and you two head over to the gas station for some drinks?"

It was clear to hear from his voice just how excited he was about this. The music didnt stop but just continued playing as he hopped out of the car.

"So what do you think we should get big boy?"

This was a new nickname, he didnt particularly hear it before. On the other hand he couldn't deny that it made him happy. Nicknames are some sort of affection? Right?

"I would opt for beer and maybe some water for after the blow because I don't really want a dried out throat and mouth."

"Aww yeah I guess that's a good idea."

The lights from the gas station were almost blinding when they got there a ten minute walk later. Bright yellow just wasn't something very pleasing to look at.

A little bell rung as the door was pushed open, making the woman, well rather girl behind the counter look over. Surely there weren't many costumers at this ungodly hour.

"You two looking for something specific, boys?"

He would have to let George do the talking in this one as he wasn't even 21 yet. Too young to buy alcohol for others or even himself. Stupid laws in america.

If he would be in George's country he could already drink and such stuff. Just how unfair was his own country?

"A six pack of beer and three bottles of water too please."

How rude. The girl didnt even ask for anything to really prove that George was over the legal drinking age. If he had asked for the same stuff he would have to show some sort of ID to prove his age. Did he really look that much younger than George?

"Hey I know this is a bit straight forward but would you give me your number? You are really my type."

He didnt even notice that he was spoken to till George didnt react in any kind of form. She wanted him? Him?? What kind of type did this girl have?

"I'm gay."

Oh god, why couldn't he think for a second before answering. His mouth was acting on his own again and he had no say anymore.

"Oh, then I guess its fine, but thanks for being real with me."

Her smile was very toothy? How do you properly describe a smile? Isn't it just a row of deadly weapons that you expose to others? No wait, he was thinking too much into this again.