The Boy He Met. (BoyXBoy) {Book 2}

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I take another sip from my soda that's mixed with vodka and look around the club bored. Everyone here are just some dumb teenagers who think they're so fucking cool. Ugh.
I shrug to myself and sip again, when I notice something.
A lost boy stood on the other side of the bar, looking somewhat lost and a cup of water was in front of him.
Look who's driving tonight.
I smirk and go back to my drink when I see him getting up. It was really hard to miss the guy, he was wearing a pink button down shirt and had dark hair, he desperately needed a haircut.
But mostly, what caught my attention was his eyes, he didn't sit too far away from me and with the glowing lights you couldn't mistaken.
He had two different coloured eyes.
He walked up to another dancing guy and tapped his shoulder, after a quick exchanging of words he turned back to his seat disappointed.
The vodka in my system decided that tonight I should be friendly, and with any luck maybe I would get a kiss or two. It wasn't a gay club, but the pride bracelet he wore said it all.
I make my way to him and sit down again next to him, "hey." I say nodding at him, he was playing with his straw and immediately stopped when he heard me, he looked somewhat nervous.
"Uh.. Hi." He says smiling a little before going back to his boring cup of water, once again playing with the straw. Who the fuck drinks water with a straw. And lemon on the side, so fancy shesh.
"Cool eyes." I say lamely. Okay, so the alcohol didn't help too much my awkwardness.
"Thank you.. I get it a lot." He answers not looking at me.
"Why are you drinking water?" I ask resting my head on my palms, with my elbows on the wooden table.
"Because I feel like it. Why are you drunk?" He finally turns around and I grin.
"Now that -is- a great question. I drink to forget." I say proudly and he nods slowly.
"And when you wake up?" He asks, and my grin immediately disappears, I wasn't here to start a deep conversion. I just wanted to make out, though I can swear I'm not perverted. Usually.
"Oh," I say dismissing the question, and start looking for someone less talkative and more kissable.
"Well it was nice to see you, enjoy forgetting." He says dryly and gets up, shaking his right arm to get the bracelet to move, since it was stuck to the skin where his hand was thicker.
I nod raising my eyebrow and get up too since I finally spotted another guy who I just assumed may be gay. Or bi.
I trip a little but the guy with the two different coloured eyes caught me from behind, "you're not going to drive like this, right?" He asks and I chuckle. I have a motherfucking Nokia, do you think I can afford a car?
"I'm serious, you can't drive like this." He pushes and I get pissed, who does he think he is anyway?
I get off him and walk away ignoring him.
He might have called my name but I wouldn't have heard anyway over the loud music playing, so I just keep on walking to the guy I spotted taping on his shoulder, he looked just as drunk as me.
He turns around with a goofy look on his face, I sure know how to pick em', huh?
I mentally shrug and press my lips on his, fuck this.
I caught him off guard but not for long, because he soon starts to kiss me back and we end up pressing our bodies together and making out hotly.
I always wished Tanner and I would've done this.
"What is your problem?" I hear a faint voice and soon a hand pushes me away, making me clumsily stumble backwards.
The guy with the different eyes glared at me, aw, his not even a guy, more like a child. Look how tiny he is when his standing.
"Get away from my friend you prevented! Ew, seriously?" He spits and I wince.
"Jesus, calm your tits." I roll my eyes and walk away, he screams something but I just flip him off without turning around. So much for the alcohol making me a nicer more friendly guy.
I order one last bottle of cheap beer and walk out.
Its dark outside, and I don't exactly feel great. In fact I feel like I might throw up soon, so I take another sip from my beer, hoping it will calm my stomach.
But the world is spinning faster then it should, I try to grab the wall next to me but someone must've moved it, because I miss it and fall on the cold asphalt, scratching painfully my elbow and groan.
Yayy, infection time!
I hear voices and I just can't get up, I don't like this, usually I'd get panicked, why can't I move?
But now I was too exhausted, the worst that happens I get raped after I pass out.
Okay that is bad.
I try to get up again, and moan in pain, okay maybe it was more then a scratch in my elbow. I fell on it with all my weight. Then again, how much do I weight?
I touch my elbow gently and wince in pain, it was covered in blood and I knew I was going to through up.
Come on, I'm not going to die like this.
Wait, am I dying? Where did that idea come from.. Oh shit. Maybe I am dying. But I'm so young!
Ugh never mind my life sucks I wouldn't mind dying.
"Uh shit, what happened?" Someone stands in front of me, he looks kinda familiar. Next to him stands the guy I made out with, damn his a good kisser.
"Uh.. I fell?" I say tasting my throw up coming.
Lovely.
The next thing I know I through up on the guy's shoes. He gasps but then he just sighed and breathed in, probably trying to stop himself from killing me.
"You have cool eyes." I say after I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, I think I said that before but I can't really remember.
"Yeah,you said that already-" I did? "- now come on I'll give you a ride home, you can't walk like this." He offers me his hand and Mr. Goodkisser next to him giggled at his phone, when did he even take it out?
"But.. I don't have a home." I say and hiccup. Aw headache, missed ya.
"What are you homeless? You can afford a lot of alcohol for one who lives on the streets."
"I'm not homeless!" I protest and hiccup again. I'm never drinking again, this is not me. Who is this?
"Okay okay," he bends down to grab my healthy arm and pulls me on my feet to support me.
"You'll have to treat that fast, it can get infected." He looks are at my elbow before he takes his sweatshirt off, "hey, no rape, that ain't cool bro." I laugh, its cool out, I don't think a tank top is a great thing to wear now. Says the guy who's wearing a T-shirt.
"No! What? Oh lord please shut up." He sighed before ripping a peace of it, he puts his sweatshirt back on and I just stare.
"Here, it will stop the bleeding." He puts it around my bleeding elbow and I hiss in pain.
"Come, you two are troublemakers." He grabs my healthy arm and his laughing-for-no-reason-whatsoever friend and made his way to a old fashioned car.
He seats me down in the back sit and his friend in front buckling both of us up before he slides in the driver's sit and starts the car.
Where the hell am I going? He can't take me back to my house if he doesn't know where I live.
I don't care, nor do I know. But I felt oddly happy.
It's the alcohol.