Tolkien walked over to his girlfriend, "Listen, I am going to take Clyde home in my pickup truck. He's too drunk to take an uber by himself, he might get taken advantage of. Can you take an uber home? I will pay for it."
"I guess..." Nichole scratched her head.
Tolkien patted Nichole on the back and walked over to Clyde. Who was still crying, but now was on the outside couch instead of the grass crying.
"Dude I know you just got dumped by your girlfriend but let's go I'll drive." Tolkien grabbed the drink out of Clyde's hands and helped him walk to the car.
"I can't HIC go home... my dad will kill me if he finds out how much I drank..." Clyde murmured.
"It's okay, bud" Tolkien smiled, "I'll take you to my house. My parents are out of town this weekend so we have the whole thing to ourselves."
"Okay..." Clyde got into the car and buckled in.
"There you go buddy, easy there." Tolkien cooed his friend as he got into the driver's seat.
In the back of his mind, he always knew he would be the one driving home. Clyde could never change, despite his girlfriend's best attempts. Today was a bad day for him and Tolkien would do everything in his power to make it at least a bit better for him. As he drove down the highway, he looked over to Clyde. He still had tears running down his cheeks, but he was at least a bit better now.
"That asshole..." Clyde muttered to himself as he wiped the tears from his face, " She HIC had to break up with me while everyone was watching.... why..."
There was a while to go before
"She.. she wasn't even worth it!" Clyde argued with himself, "Why did I even bother? I should've just went to the damn party by myself..."
"Listen," Tolkien began, "It's not worth thinking about right now, you should only worry about yourself right now."
"Oh whatever!" Clyde rolled his eyes, "Like you could relate! You always had it easy with your perfect relationship with Nichole!"
"Yeah... perfect relationship, huh..." Tolkien muttered to himself.
Tolkien huffed as he pulled into the Blacks' Manor. He turned off the truck and got out. He went over to the other side and opened the door to help Clyde get out. At first, Clyde rejected Tolkien's offer to help but when Clyde realized he was too wobbly to get himself out, he agreed.
The two walked over to the entrance and Tolkien made Clyde lean on the wall while he fumbled around with his keys trying to figure out which one was the door key. Eventually he figured it out and the two went inside. The manor was silent as the two boys tried their best to get upstairs to where Tolkien's room was. Clyde had to use Tolkien to stable himself since he was so drunk he could barely walk. Despite this, the two got to the bedroom with ease.
"Ugh..." Clyde groaned, "Today fucking sucks!"
"Yeah, I know." Tolkien helped Clyde over to his bed, gave Clyde some water and sat down next to him, "But now you can just sleep and deal with it later, okay?"
"Okay... HIC!" Clyde sniffed, "Thanks by the way... for taking me home."
"Of course, that's what friends do." Tolkien smiled and hugged Clyde.
"Yeah..." Clyde looked down, "Friends..."
"Listen," Tolkien got up and went over to his dresser, "I will grab you some clothes, wait here."
"Tolkien."
"What?" He turned around.
"Uhh... Can you help me unbutton my shirt?" Clyde asked, "It's really fucking hot in your house..."
Tolkien groaned, "Sure whatever."
Tolkien walked over to Clyde and kneeled down in front of him. He started to unbutton his best friend's shirt.
"You know," Clyde played with Tolkien's hair, "I was planning on bringing Bebe home so I could fuck her."
"Oh yeah?" Tolkien didn't really want to hear about Clyde's troubles, "I heard you ask her,"
"Yeah, and that bitch yelled at me!" Clyde groaned like a little kid who was told no, "But then I went home with you..."
"Yeah?" Tolkien had a bad feeling about where Clyde was going with this conversation, "And?"
"And... not to be gay, with how hot you look today, I wouldn't mind fucking you instead." He tightened his grip on Tolkien's hair and forced him to look up at him.
"What?" Tolkien completely stopped what he was doing as he felt his cheeks blush bright red. He jaw dropped and hung there as Tolkien realized what Clyde was suggesting.
"You fucking heard me." Clyde doubled down. "I said I would be down with fucking you tonight. I've always thought you were hot and now with our whole 'practicing' shit, I wouldn't mind going to the next base with you. Hell! If you don't wanna make it gay, we can always have our socks on or whatever."
"Clyde, I'm flattered, but you're drunk." Tolkien said flatly as he finished unbuttoning Clyde's shirt. His cheeks were still blushing a bit though.
"I'm not fucking drunk, Tolkien!" Clyde bickered.
"Really? You're not drunk?" Tolkien raised an eye up, "Then tell the time."
Clyde faced the clock that was in Tolkien's room, "Hey, Time! I'm not fucking drunk!"
Tolkien laughed as he brought out a pair of shorts and a shirt for Clyde to change into.
"I'm going to go brush my teeth, in the mean time go change."
"Fuck..." Clyde groaned as he was handed the clothes, "Fine, but I-HIC!-I'm not joking!"
"Yeah, whatever." Tolkien walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He looked into the mirror and laughed.
Gosh, he was probably gay for Clyde or something. Because oh my GOD was that something that made Tolkien like break or whatever. Clyde telling him (straight to his face!) that he wanted to fuck Tolkien was not something that he was prepared for. Especially how fucking turned on that made him.
But alas, Clyde was drunk. Tolkien doubted he meant those words and was just saying shit to say shit. Hell, even if Clyde meant it, Tolkien would never take advantage of his best friend like that. It just was way to wrong for him to do, so he didn't.
He walked out of the bathroom to find Clyde passed out on his bed. He sighed and tucked himself next to his best friend and fell asleep.
Today was an quite interesting day.
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Sorry this chapter is short- next chapter will be a long one!
and it will be the finale!!
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