Do I love you? (Ryatt)

Two- Intoxication

CHAPTER TWO:
Intoxication

In which Matt Watson makes some questionable decisions.

(NSFW: drug & alcohol use)

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Matt zipped up his acid-washed ripped jeans, and began to pace back and forth around his small room. His anxieties consumed him, sure he had developed feelings for people in the past... but never his best friend... and never a guy...

Yeah, Ryan and I had fooled around a bit, but that's all it was... I didn't feel like THIS, and I'm sure Ryan didn't take it seriously either. We've always just been like friends and roommates. But... He makes me feel... so strange... He's always been my other half... but not in the romantic sense.

Matt continued to try and make sense of it all in his mind as his feet continued to pace. He tried to make excuses for his feelings, and even tried to debunk them simply because they had spent so much time together.

He soon found himself debating whether weed or alcohol was better at helping him forget his problems.

Fuck it, why not both.

Matt sauntered to the kitchen, rummaging around for that spare bottle of gin from one of their 'drunk drawing' episodes.

"nice"

Matt smirked, pulling out the full bottle of liquid from the small storage space. He tapped his index finger on his chin in thought as he began searching for his bong.

After a good five or so minutes of scouring his room, he found the glass instrument under his bed; accompanied by a good sized bag of weed which he found in his sock drawer. He smiled to himself, he was ready as fuck to get rid of these stupid feelings.

He ground up the dried leaves, stuffing them into a small tube in the bong. Filling the bottom with some leftover monster he had found in the fridge. He lit it up and breathed in deep, the smoke burning his lungs.

Matt coughed a bit, conceding to take smaller hits from then on. He opened the glass bottle of gin, pouring the clear, strong liquid directly into his mouth. He fought back tears from the foul mixture that lingered burning his throat.

"Fuck"

He coughed and sputtered a bit, not being used to such an overpowering concoction. After taking a few more hits, and a couple more drinks of his deadly brew, he finally felt numb. Everything seemed so comfortable, so warm. He felt light headed and bubbly inside, he giggled a bit to himself.

He stood up, a goofy smile plastered onto his freckled face. He decided that now was the time for snacks! Practically skipping to the kitchen, Matt began to search for snacks. His eyes lit up, spotting his snack of choice, sour patch kids. He snatched the small box hungerly, and began tearing it open like a wild animal. He popped a few in his mouth, chewing on the sour gummies with delight, seeming to float around the small apartment.

In the ecstacy of the fruity candies, he hadn't noticed he had ended up in Ryan's room. He looked around for a moment, resolving to sit on his bed. He truly didn't know how he had gotten here, but he decided that he liked it.

Matt layed back on Ryan's soft bed, breathing in his unique scent. He liked the intoxicating combination of menthol cigarettes, the light scent of cologne, and Ryan's natural musk. Matt's eyes closed, taking deep breaths through his nose. He felt comfortable here.

He popped a few more gummies into his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully...

I wonder if he'd mind if I...

Matt thought to himself, holding up one of Ryan's hoodies he had found next to him on the bed. He twisted the string in his fingers, chewing on his lip. His mind was having a debate as to what he should do.

His eyes suddenly lit up, a smirk growing on his face as he giggled to himself in a haze of weed, gin and sour patch kids. He went to his room, picking up the bottle of gin from his nightstand. And took it back to Ryan's room, arguing that if he was drunk enough, he wouldn't need to make decisions. He laughed again, downing quite a bit more of the liquid, hoping Consciousness would soon evade him.

He set down the half-empty bottle, beginning to take off his shirt and jeans. He slipped on the oversized hoodie. Matt was in pure bliss, he curled up on Ryan's bed like a kitten and shut his eyes.

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A/n
I wrote this a while ago...
And forgot to publish... 😅
Oops.

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