A Match Made in Hell

36

"Holy shit he's drunk." Clay whistles with a smirk on his face as he looks George up and down, watching him dance with a group of people, dancing together with their bodies so close to each other.

"They're all drunk out of their minds." I laugh, glancing over at karl and George as they roll their bodies on eachother, sweat dripping down their foreheads.

He just chuckles in response, turning to me as he opens his mouth like he's hesitating to say something.

"What?" I ask, laughing nervously.

"Are you happy?" He suddenly asks, his eyebrows furrowed. "Are you happy that Alexander is dead? I know you never liked him, but this..." he points to me. "This is not the reaction I was expecting."

"My point wasn't killing him." I start. "I considered it a few times, though, of course I did. I was fourteen and a dumbass, I thought I could change a grown man's mindset."

"I don't understand how you handle it, but you're seriously doing great." He pats my back. "Nobody else in the world could have done this job better than you, nick. I'm proud of you."

I turn to him, nodding my head and muttering a 'thank you', as he approaches me and pulls me into a friendly hug, but almost suffocating me to death.

We stay in the same position for atleast a minute, enjoying eachothers embrace. We barely hug, if we do, our hugs last less than a second. This, it's rare, it barely happens. He's my best friend, but there hasn't been such a moment that made us both so emotional to the point we've hugged for such a long time.

"Clayyyy," I hear George whine, causing both of us to jump so suddenly. He throws his head back, whimpering and complaining but his voice is inaudible, I can barely understand him.

"Mhm?" His boyfriend laughs at the sight. He looks like a mess. He pulls the boy closer by his messed up tie, his chest almost fully visible in his half unbuttoned shirt.

"Clay, let's go home." He pouts, tilting his head. "I'm cold. I want to go home." He pulls clay into a hug, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's waist as he rests his head in the boy's chest.

"Let's get you home, baby." He slides a hand under George's knees, picking him up like a child. "Good night, nick." He nods at me, smiling awkwardly. "Congratulations, I guess?"

I let out a snort. "Thanks, good night." I wave them off as they walk off.

I'm kind of disappointed they left so fast, honestly. Some people are just starting to have fun.

I glance at karl who's with a group of other people as they all dance with their wine glasses in their hands, not caring in the slightest about spilling wine.

He suddenly stops, throwing his head back and gasping for air with a wide smile on his face. He slowly walks away, I realise he's approaching Cassie. She laughs at the sight of her drunk brother, but doesn't really seem to act any differently around him.

He suddenly puts his glass down, pulling his sister into a tight hug as they both smile, like it's the best moment of their lives. It's not anything emotional, they're both laughing.

Suddenly, when Karl looks like he least expects it, Cassie pushes his away and pulls him by the wrist, dragging him back to dance. He almost trips and falls like 5 times on the 10-step way.

He rolls his eyes as Cassidy jumps around, pulling him with her.

Then he just gives in. Though he feels embarrassed, he starts dancing with her. They get quite a few stares from others around them, but don't really seem to care in the tiniest bit about that.