Skater boy (DNF)

-Prologue-

The small brunet is sitting on the floor of his bathroom, a blunt between his soft lips. He takes it out and exhales slowly. He takes in another deep breath before returning it back in his mouth.

He sighs again, as his brain goes back to thinking about what he was trying to escape. He didn't want to think about the innocent boy that he had ruined.

He was the dream child that every parent wanted. Good grades, never snuck out, had all good friends, never got drunk or high, and never lied to his parents. That was, until he met the brunet.

The short boy puffed out a quick breath as his brain started to get muddled. The thoughts of the teenager disappearing, and being replaced by all the moments they had together.

The brunet's eyes slipped shut.

Just then, a loud banging sound is emitted from the door. "George?! Are you in there? I need to pee!" The tall blond boy's voice rings through the smaller's ears.

The brunet groans. All his hard work of getting the boy out of his mind was all futile. It was all pointless.

"Yeah, I'm almost done!" The boy yells, his voice hoarse. He started panicking at the thought of the blond finding any evidence of the blunt.

"Okay, but hurry up! I really have to go!" The taller shouts.

He quickly stood up with the lighter and blunt in his hand, and made sure to flush the toilet to avoid any suspicion. The brunet put his arm behind his back, hiding the items as he opened the door.

The blond runs into the bathroom, not even taking a second glance at the brunet, as he swifty runs down the hall.

George runs into his room and immediately locks the door. He leans against it, and gradually slides down, until he was seated on the smooth wooden floor.

The brunet is quick to light the blunt once again, and places it back between his lips. He really did hate the blond boy sometimes.

George had felt as if he were a parent to the taller boy, and honestly, he hated that feeling.

Maybe it was the fact that he had always been the golden child, though never praised for it.

He used to be perfect. That was, until he met his new friends. They had made him realize that his parents didn't care much about what he did, and that he could be partying right now and they wouldn't even notice.

Now here he was, sitting on the floor of his bedroom, smoking a blunt, just trying to get the blond out of his mind.

Why did he ever agree to any of this anyway?

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