Ciggaretes, Alchohol and Bruises

506 16 8
                                    

Wham. Mike is on the floor. He was tackled. Will is on top of him. wham, wham, wham. Punches going anywhere, everywhere. At some point he got a bloody nose.

"How dare you! You protect me back in school only when you find it is true you turn around and do what they did." Mike is trying to push him off. Unsuccessfully, he might be light but he can't be taken off that easily. "You fucking asshole!"

When Johnathon sees this he runs over and tries to pull Will off Mike. Boris, frozen in place. Mike is being pulled away by argyle. "Yeah get the faggot away,(before y'all ask yes I'm gay, lesbian to be exact.) before he gives me the gay." he practically has a black eye and other bruises and he's trying to act tough.

"Oh fuck no." Will got put down and Johnathon comes closer "what the fuck did you just say? Didn't you stop his bullies? And- oh my fucking god! Such a fucking hypocrite."

Will is crying. Boris went over hugging him as Will was sobbing, shaking practically. Mike was yelling. At him. He wasn't as bruised as the other boy but he could feel the purple form on his shoulders where Mike had tried to push him away.

"Oh yeah, hug your boyfriend!"

"Let's go William." Boris helps Will up and he tries to walk Will away.

He walks back to where Mike is. Despite boris' protests "you want to know something Micheal? You were the first person I fell for. You were nice to me and gradually I fell for you now I know it was a mistake. You say my dad was right? Well at least I'm not like you, your parents are emotionally constipated and you learned from them. You have stacks of letters and you didn't even send me any and it wasn't a lack of letters sent to you I sent one every week and you never answer them.You have a horrible way to tell people you like them, you date El for three years and you still can't say 'I love you.' You say it twice in the three years you've been together and one of those times she wasn't even there for it. You have a problem with me and my boyfriend, you keep it with you." With that he walks away. Mike yelling slurs and homophobic remarks.

"Let's go Borya" and holds Boris' hand while walking away. Silently crying while Boris tried his best to cheer him up. They walked for a while until they got out of the crater they drove into.

Will opted to smoke to just think about anything else and he ended up laying Boris' lap this time and talking about mike. "I don't fucking believe it and then he had the audacity to talk about my shitty father!"

For some reason Boris brought his duffel bag; he didn't know why until he pulled a tall bottle. "Vodka?" "Sure" he takes a swig and feels the taste and alcohol on his tongue and gags "ugh why do you drink this stuff?" He says while going for another swig then passes the bottle. "Thanks."

Boris drinks "his problem. He homophobic that his problem he don't need to yell it." Will is probably still crying, his face is still wet. Boris pulls out an umbrella making shade on them.

"He was my best friend, my first crush and now he yells at me slurs. I can't even." Taking yet another drink of vodka, this time taking a bit longer. All Boris could do was try to comfort him. He was petting his hair and muttering words in other languages

"Hey can you check if I have bruises on my shoulders? It hurts." Will says while stretching his arms.

"If he gave you bruise, I beat him up. Again. Sure I'll check it for you" Boris claims.

Will was fiddling with his top button hands shaking from all the punching he did. The top two buttons are unbuttoned and he had his shoulders out. And Boris stares at his shoulder and tries to touch it lightly only for Will to wince and slightly jump back "yes very bruised."

"Oh shit." Boris pulls Will into a big hug, after he puts his shirt on right, rubbing circles into his back; he doesn't know he saw it in a movie mumbling something in another language.

"Hey guys" Argyle came in. "We found something in the pen we're going to drive in five!" They started to pack up and walk back to the minivan. Mike is staring but is silent.

"We have to find a phone booth, there was a phone number in the pen!" Johnathon says holding a rolled up piece of paper in his hand.

With all of them in the car Jonathon sped off letting them basically fall into the back of the minivan.

UnexpectedWhere stories live. Discover now