I'll Walk

We were 18, it was prom (formal) night

We had our first (one of our rather) big fight(s)

"I cannot /fucking/ believe you!" Charlie's voice spitting in his ear almost made Nick lose control of the car as they drove out of the parking lot of Truham Grammar School, the punch stain decorating his dress shirt just as cold as his words.

"I told you to let it go and now, not only have you managed to fight with both Harry AND Ben on the same night, you got us thrown out and almost suspended!"

"Oh, like I was going to let what they said go, you really think I was going to do that!?"

"You could have, I don't give a shit anymore about what they say, we've been out for almost a year-"

"-and the entire time, all they've done, is taken potshots at you and belittled you to tears that I, your mum and your grade are hurting from." Nick protested, teeth grit as he did so while he tried to navigate the road ahead of them.

While of course, he hadn't meant to embarrass them in any stretch of the word, the blonde had untimely heard Harry spitting out some sick shit that made him see red and well, it was inevitable and if he hadn't gone over there, he was sure someone else (*cough* *cough* Tao! *cough* *cough*) would have and it would have turned into a whole student brawl.

(Which it did still, despite his best efforts. Kicking them both out was still a step too far.)

She (He) said, "Pull this car over!"

I did and then I told her (him), "I don't know what you are crying for..."

"No, you know what, I'm not doing this, pull the hell over. Now." Charlie insisted and while hesitant at first, Nick knew his tone left no argument and soon pulled off the shoulder of the road to a dirt patch covered in grease stains as he turned towards his passenger and boyfriend, seeing him in tears that the dark-haired boy quickie and roughly wiped away.

"Char, why are you crying? Look, I'm sorry we got kicked out, but did you really expect me to just sit there and-"

"Just /shut up/, Nick." Charlie seethed, wet eyes boring into him. "That was our /formal/, the last night I would ever have to see any of our friends, my friends, before everyone leaves for uni or backpacking or whatever fucking else and you ruined it!"

I grabbed her (his) hand, as she (he) reached for the door

Nick couldn't help but feel really guilty and hung his head, taking a breath for a moment before he went to say something and was startled when he saw Charlie reaching for the door handle, snatching his free hand to stop him in his tracks. "Where are you going?"

She (He) said, I'll walk, let go of my hand

Right now I'm hurt, and you don't understand

"Nick, I'm not fighting you all the way home." Charlie mimicked the grit teeth his partner had earlier, shaking his head tiredly. "The house is only a couple of streets away from here, I'm just going to walk home. Let go of me. Don't make this any worse than you already have."

So just be quiet and later we will talk.

Just leave, don't worry, I'll walk

"But, what if you get lost or too cold or-" Nick's hurried confusion was met with a steely glare that could freeze a rugby player in their tracks and he swallowed as Charlie spoke again, hissing as he stepped outside, his shoes making contact with the mud as he did. "It doesn't matter. None of it fucking matters. Just go home. I'll call you later. Just go."