will you still love me when ur sober ¿

chapter one - im too fucking high for this

It all started in the garage of a house party Blake and Charlie had been exchanging fleeting looks the whole night only passing by each other for very brief moments. Navigating through the crowded rooms of the host's house, Blake's with a red solo cup filled with vodka and cranberry juice made his way to the garage where a couple other kids were passing around a joint and a general hot box was taking place. In the very corner of the room Charlie was sitting there passing around a blunt and debating who the best guitar player of all time was with some kids Blake had seen around at school. Charlie made eye contact with Blake who was lingering at the top of the stairs near the entrance. He gave a wide smile in Blake's direction. Blake did a slight wave with the hand holding the cup and bit the dead skin on his lip. He walked over to the end of the couch Charlie was sitting on and sat a couple of inches away from him, their shoulders brushing slightly as he went to sit down. "hi" Charlie said through a smile. hi Blake said returning the soft smile. Blake and Charlie's relationship was complicated. They've always felt the chemistry and knew they would be good together but both were way too pussy to say anything and didn't want to mess up their friendship or the overall vibe that their group of friends had together. "Hey thanks for teaching me guitar that one time I've been trying to learn for like forever". Blake leaned over to say the warmth of his breath sending shivers through Charlie's back and making his cheeks heat up. "It's no problem we've known each other for like 2 years". It's weird you've never been in my room before. Charlie smiled and lightly nudged Blake making him laugh slightly. "Holy shit did robin really introduce us two years ago" ? Blake exclaimed, running his hands that were covered in rings through his bleached brown hair. "Yeah,yeah" Charlie said, teasing slightly. "no way, nooo you're screwing with me". The smaller teen said to the guitar player. I'm not, Charlie said, taking a drag of the smoke, inhaling and saying "but I'm glad he  did or else I would have never met you" he said half joking and then exhaling towards the ceiling. Blushing slightly clearly flattered by the statement said "I don't know how you can do that just inhale the smoke that way. I got weak ass lungs bro" before it could get awkward. Charlie bursted into laughter choking a little on the smoke that filled the room. "What I'm serious?, jerk face" Blake nudged him a bit but also moved over so that their thighs were touching at this point. Well I could help you out with that Charlie said. He turned to stand up putting out the rest of the blunt. He walked to the other end of the room to a small table with a bong on it and took a large inhale, looped over in a criss-cross fashion and placed both of his hands on either side of Blake. Blake gulped slightly and looked Charlie dead in the eyes before having his eyes wander over to the side. Charlie moved in on Blake until they were one inch apart the tension in the room thick and heavy like dark liquor. Charlie began to blow smoke into the other mouth. With Blake slowly parting his lips too allow the smoke to make its way in. His eyes widened looking at Blake and then slowly shut. After inhaling every so slightly he exhaled and opened his eyes and smiled wide, feeling like it was the right moment to make his move, until his three friends Bailey,Jose and Robin showed up all snickering behind them. "Hey lovebirds" Jose said, slinging his arms around the pair , what's going on here .... ?