"Boyfrenemies" Vol. 2

seventeen

CRAIG'S POV

my vision kept getting blurrier and blurrier the more sips i took from my bottle and i felt as if i were in a haze.

the foggy-ness in my brain kept becoming more prominent as well and the voices of people around me felt distant.

and yet, this is the best feeling i have had from the last few hours.

i just want to forget and burry the pain away, and what's the best way to do exactly that? alcohol.

"you shouldn't be here," token's voice rang in my ears. i lazily turned my head to him as he had this worried look on his face, "you need to be at home. why on earth would you drink at eric's place at a time like this—"

"token....please," i try my best to say, "i just got dumped...let me have this."

he looks at me for a moment, "letting you probably have the biggest hangover in your life after getting dumped? craig, i don't want to do that."

he tries to reach for the bottle that's nearly empty and i don't have the energy to move so i just let him have it.

he looks at it with disappointment and then back at me, "craig let's just go home. you're drunk and you're not in the right mind right now. hell, all you've done at this party is sit on the couch and drink! what was the point in coming here?"

i hiccup and think about it, "to have this feeling."

"feeling? feeling of what?"

i couldn't help but laugh and close my eyes, "this feeling of hurt and haziness mixed together. maybe i'm some sort of a masochist...i don't know. i want to remember this feeling."

it's quiet between us and i open my eyes in front of me seeing everyone smiling, dancing drunkenly, playing games, living without no worry of tomorrow.

i could feel token's heavy gaze on me until he finally turns his head to look at the party as well, "alright, but i'm not going to let you drink yourself to death. no more tonight."

"one more," i try to negotiate.

"no. more." token grits his teeth and it honestly terrifies me, so i don't push anymore.

the buzz that was going through my entire body was enough i felt like anyway.

we just sat in each other's presence for a bit until nichole came and stated that she wasn't feeling good and that she needed to go home.

token was going to take her until he realized he's basically responsible for me, i felt bad because i hated feeling like that and he shouldn't have to worry after me like that.

"i'm fine," i say, "red and kevin are still here so i can ride home with them."

"you sure?" token asks warily and i nod.

"okay but text me immediately when you're about to leave and when you get home." token says holding onto nichole.

"okay mom," i joke.

"i'm serious," token reminds me and i tell him okay. with that, he and nichole left the party and i was by myself sitting on eric cartman's couch.

eventually i got bored and sad sitting with my own thoughts and i noticed everyone was then coming to sit on the floor. interested, i shakily got up and walked towards the rest of the party.

"look who finally decided to join us," cartman's nagging voice that nearly killed my buzz said.

i rolled my eyes, "don't be a bitch. what are you guys playing."