converse

two

"no way! you simp for your bestfriend to?" george laughed as haley giggled, finishing another bottle of pineapple rum. the two were drunk out of their minds at this point. they were both sitting on haleys bed with her LED lights a deep blue. hair slightly messy and makeup spread about the bed for when haley did georges eyeliner. sour patch kids lay on the bed also as the two wreckless new adults drink to hide the pain of their bestfriend being straight and loving eachother instead of them. but they stopped what they were doing when they heard... noises coming from greta's room.

fuck.

george and haley look at eachother with pain returning to them again. no matter how hard they drank and got drunk they couldnt get rid of it. they both knew it. but they denied it. until it came to face them once again. black mascara and eyeliner filled tears ran down their faces slowly. 

"it hurts doesnt it?" george wimpered quietly while wiping the tears off of haleys face. she was silent as she shakily took a breath and looked back up at george.

"yeah. it does." haley sighed as george brought them to a hug. yeah, it hurts, hurts like hell actually, but maybe the two were too attached.... but whatever happened haley and george now had eachother, minus how drunk they were right now.

after they sat there for a minute the door opens to reveal greta and clay, both with messy hair from god knows what. both haley and george look at them with their once flawless eyeliner now running down their fragile delicate cheeks. the room reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke.and slowed songs softly played in the backround with the blue lights.

"GET OUT!" the two screamed as their voices cracked with pain tangled in it. and with that said greta and clay quickly closed the door out of fear.

on the other side of the door clay and greta looked at eachother worried with tears in their eyes.what haley and george heard was greta and clay trying to make them jealous of them. they werent actully dating. they were both bisexual and loved their best friend. but they thought the other didnt so they never said anything. but seeing their bestfriend with the other crying with black eyeliner running their cheeks hurt. greta pulled clay in her room and looked him dead in the eyes.

"did we go to far?"

"i think so- that hurt-"

the two looked at eachother and agreed to let them be. and they stayed the night.

george and haley laughed silightly as they wiped off the ruined makeup.  yeah they we sad, but with some more alcohol and energy drinks they made the pain go away. they couldnt stop giggleing constantly as they wobbled their way to the kitchen to get snacks. haley tripped and fell with a loud thud as george lost it. they were almost blackout drunk at this point.

"those fukin- *hic* bitches cant *hic* tell who the hell we *hic* like-" haley choked out still laughing as she got up, the two continued to raid the cabinets as greta and clay walked out of gretas room to see whats up.

"haley! what the hell are you doing?!"

"george! what the fuck- a-are you drunk!?" they both huffed out  as haley and george froze and looked at them, one of them occasionally hiccuping  in the silence.

"pft- *hic* n-no" haley wheezed harshly as george cried of laughter. greta and clay looked at eachother as greta grabbed haley and clay grabbed george. greta going to haleys room, and clay going to gretas room.

clay layed george down on the bed with worry written on his face. george lie there giggling like crazy.

"i-george?" clay looked at george as he finnaly stopped laughing.

"y-yeahh~?" george flirted as the room went quiet.

"george whats wrong? you never drink so you did it for some reason..." george stared at the ceiling a minute and had tears well in his eyes again.

"to not think about it-"

"think about what george?"

"to not think about that your straight and can never love me" george laughed softly as he rolled over to look at clay sitting on the other side of the bed. georges hair was a mess, clay just fixed his but, george, was a mess. but a beautiful one. they sat in silence for a few minutes, just looking at eachother. it was then clay combed though georges hair.

"what makes you think im straight love?" clay laughed slightly as george sat up and layed his head on clays lap, every now and then a hiccup coming from the boy.

"you- you literally fucked greta here-" george looked at clay as clay rolled his eyes.

"i didnt idiot. it was to make you guys jealous because we liked you guys."

"w-what?"

"mhm" clay sighed as george stared at him for a minute. it was like george became sober immediately. and he did, because cheap alcohol cant get you far. 

they sat there silent for a moment as clay combed his fingers through georges soft brown hair. but then george softly pulled clay down and pecked his lips. george tasted like pineapple and alcohol and a slight hint of cherry balm. it was sweet, no hint of lust in it, just pure love.