𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘆𝗕𝗼𝘅 𝑨𝑫𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆. 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

"Justin, stand up, please-"

"I love you so bad, Adam."

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I ran my hand through my hair, tugging on it slightly. I have already searched for him all through the entire house. All I ever saw in every room I enter is no Justin, just the furnitures.

Where the hell could he be?

I gave up and sat - more like flopped down - on our shared sofa in frustration. I had no idea where he could have gone. I called his phone so many times, and I always just get left unanswered.

I covered my face with my hands as I groan, shame and guilt immediately eating my entire soul. I should've just told him, but I know to myself that I couldn't.

He'd hate me if I did.

Pulling out my phone, dialing his number one final time, hoping and praying he would finally pick up.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hello?"

Thank God.

"Justin! Finally, you answered," I say.

"Oh, hi Adaaaamm," he drags out my name when he said it.

What the heck?

"Justin, where are you?" I asked him when I heard people chatterings and loud blasting music on the other end.

I heard him giggle, "I would not tell you."

"Why not?!"

"You have to find me," I can most definitely hear his smile on the other side of this call.

I rolled my eyes, "Justin. This is not the time for hide and seek or puzzle games. Just tell me where you are," I demanded.

"Nope. That is no fun. Come on, Adam. Find meeee," he says back.

"Are you drunk of something?"

"No?" Justin answers, it coming out as a question.

Then an idea came into my mind. "Hold on, Justin. I'm coming to get you," I said then hung up the call.

I took my light brown corduroy jacket and sprinted my way to the car. The nearest bar is 35 minutes away, that must've been where he went.

When you ask me if I have any friends who likes to drink, Justin would most certainly be the last person to enter my mind. He is not one to drink alcohol. But he did mention one day that if he were to drink, it would be because he is not feeling well; he is upset, angry, sad, or stressed.

I mentally facepalmed myself.

That would absolutely make sense as to why he is there right now.

We had a fight earlier. Mainly because of me. Me and my secretive self.

For the past few weeks, I have been distancing myself away from him. From him. I could not bear to stay anywhere near him, not with the involuntary, the instant effects his presence would do on me. Just him crossing my mind is already giving me the tingles. Oh, how much I hate and love that feeling.

You ever have those instances where you suddenly fall in love with your best friend? Yeah, it sucks.

I arrived at the place I guessed he was in. The music blared like a firefighter siren as I stepped out of the vehicle. I scrunched my nose in disgust as I can already smell the alcoholic drinks, only worsening when I walked inside.

The smell of sweaty bodies, the drinks, the smoke coming from those who are currently using weeds outside made my stomach flip and churn. I gagged internally from the sight of random couples making out in the seats.

The moment I turned my head to the right, I saw him. Sitting on a stool by the counter, a bottle of alcohol in hand, a sly smirk on his face as he seemed to be flirting with the female bartender. Jealousy quickly swallowed me whole. I wouldn't even try to deny it.

I didn't even take any more time and marched my way towards him. I tapped on his shoulder, and he abruptly turned around. His intoxicated chocolate orbs staring right back at my own.

He grins, "You found me!"

"Yes, I did. And now, we're going home," I said nonchalantly yet demandingly as I took away the bottle from his grip and gave it to the bartender. I grabbed him by the arm and yanked him out of the bar.

As we entered our home, I hear him gag. I turned to him and he is holding up his hand to his mouth, body slightly bended down.

I acted quick and we ended up in the bathroom, Justin kneeling down in front of the toilet as he emptied his stomach, and I kneeled behind him, patting on his back.

"Let it out, Justie," I say, and he obeyed.

15 minutes passed by, and he spoke after he finished heaving and wheezing. "I'm done."

I nodded and flushed the toilet as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his red and blue flannel shirt. I kneel back down next to him, and he suddenly sat back and rested his body on my chest, putting his head on my neck. The frame of his glasses, his left cheek and his lips slightly brushed against my skin, sending chills down my spine.

We have never been this close. Dangerously close. Dangerously, physically close.

I tried to push him away gently, but he resisted and whined.

"Justin, stand up, please-"

"I love you so bad, Adam," he abruptly cut me off mid-sentence, and I froze.

"You're drunk, Justie," I managed to let out despite me being at a loss of words.

"Yes, I know. Drunk or not, I know to myself that I love you. That is a fact that will never change," he states, pulling himself upwards and looking straight at me.

I stared at his eyes, searching for a glimpse, a spot that would tell me that he is lying. But I couldn't. He looked dead serious. I did not want to hope too much especially now that he is drunk, he may just be saying stuff that he may not be intentionally supposed to say. But there is a huge part of me hoping that he is telling the truth.

"I am telling the truth, Adam."

Before I could even comprehend what he said, he leaned in and pecked me on the lips. My eyes widened at the sudden action.

"I..."

Peck.

"Love..."

Peck.

"You..."

Then he grabbed my cheeks and pulls me into a slow and passionate kiss.

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