Aaron T. x Aaron Z. - One-shots

Drunk confession

Art credit: sevenworlds_

3rd person POV:

Aaron T. sat at some bar. The music blaring from the speakers and people's shouts being the only thing he could hear.

He couldn't focus on a single thing. The boy was drunk out of his mind and knew he would definitely regret it the next morning but he wanted to have fun with his new found friends in this new country he was in.

He sat at the bar, his "last" drink in his hand (as he promised himself and his friends that it was indeed going to be his last although he knew that probably wasn't a promise he would be able to keep.) T was stuck, staring down at his phone as he looked through old photos of his home town.

Specifically the ones with him and his dear Aaron Z.

He missed his best friend, having been separated immediately after graduation, he hated it. But he knew it's what they needed to grow into better people. To succeed.

The few months he had been in Japan had taken a toll on him. At first he was immediately home sick. Wishing he could fly back and stay for a little longer but he pushed himself to do better. He pushed himself to stay and to make it through the season.

Of course he stayed in contact with Z, he couldn't just stop keeping in contact with his best friend, especially with the feelings he knew were buried inside of him. He didn't want to let their relationship go, hoping that there was a chance for it to become something more than just a friendship.

Every call they had was never boring. There was always something new to talk about, something new to learn about.

While T was busy learning Japan customs, Z was off in France doing the same.

He thought back to the times when he would stay on calls with Z until both boys had succeeded in falling asleep, neither of them attempting to end the call before doing so. They found comfort in hearing each other's soft snores even if it was from the other side of the phone.

Being drunk, at a bar didn't help with these thoughts and the sudden urges he was feeling.

All T could remember was telling his friends he wanted to leave. Hopping on a train with them and heading straight home. Suddenly, he was home.

It was quiet and calm. Something T was extremely grateful for. He felt like he could finally think.

Plopping down on his couch, he relaxed in the comfort of his own home, breathing in the familiar smell. He lay there for a second, his mind empty before Z's face popped up in his head. The image being as clear as day having memorized every detail about the other boy.

A smile spread across his face and he decided to reach for his phone, searching through his contacts for the one person he cared most about. He held the phone to his ear, laying his head on the armrest of the couch and placed his free arm over his forehead.

He waited, humming one of the catchy songs he heard at the club while hoping that his best friend would answer.

"Hello?" He heard the familiar groggy voice on the other side of the line, his smile widening as he felt a rush of warmth fill his entire body.

"Z," He slurred, happy to hear his best friend's voice again. "Did I wake you?"

Z groaned on the other side of the phone, clearly sounding tired, but T was determined. "Yeah, you did."

T laughed. "Well I'm glad you answered!"

The other boy hummed "T, are you drunk?"

Hearing his name come from the other boy made his chest heat up, he felt his heart flutter and his cheeks redden. Must be the alcohol.

"Mm.. Maybe."

"Go drink water, you're going to have a really bad hangover tomorrow." Z's voice was clearer as he continued to tell T what to do, hoping the boy would listen to him.

Instead of following his instructions, he stayed laying on the couch with his leg draped over the edge lazily.

"Hey Z?" He mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"You know I really like hanging out with you." T slurred out, his smile never faltering as he thought of all the times they hung out together before. He rubbed his eyes with his free hands.

"I know that idiot, are you going to get up and drink water now?"

"Sometimes I think I really wanna kiss you." He mumbled again, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath.

The other line was silent but he continued.

"I really miss you. I miss your touch, all your hugs, the times you'd playfully smack me." He let out a soft laugh and he felt a tear slip out of his eye, but he was getting too tired to wipe it away.

Z still didn't say anything, but T could hear him taking a deep breath in. "I wish I could've told you how I felt before I left." His voice was barely above a whisper but his phone was still close enough to allow the other boy to hear. "It sounds so stupid cause' I've liked you for so long and yet I haven't made any moves just cause' I thought you weren't interested." He continued to mumble, confessing his feelings drunkenly and through a phone.

"I miss you." He repeated, as if it was something he needed to repeat.

He stayed quiet, not knowing what else to say, his mind had immediately gone empty and he felt tired.

"T?"

"Hm?" He hummed, already wanting to fall asleep.

"I love you." He heard Z whisper over the phone, he listened to the boy shuffle on the other end in his own bed and T tried to imagine how he looked, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.

"As a friend?" T breathed out, hoping it wasn't in just a friendly way. If it was, he would've been screwed.

The other side of the phone was silent again, T was close to falling asleep by then, already feeling the waves of alcohol hitting him.

"As more than a friend." He finally heard from the other side of the phone before he finally drifted into a deep sleep.

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some cute confession stuff, just getting it all out b4 the angst comes 👹

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