《 j. hutcherson | oneshots 》

♤ C. DAVIS ♤

cw : underage drinking

"YEAH, YOU'RE DEFINITELY CHEATING, davis!" you spoke, looking at the bowling scores on the board. you were hanging with one of your friends from school, clapton. you honestly hadn't expected him to accept nor that it would only be the two of you. you had expected at least riley or ione to show up, but no. clapton chuckled. "what, you need another redemption round, [nickname]?" he teased. "say less!" you exclaimed in response. the two of you went another round in bowling.

you took a deep breath as you got ready to roll the ball. "just don't choke!" clapton stated, a grin plastered onto his face. now you were nervous. you shook your head, getting ready again. 'you're both tied, don't screw this up. a strike would work, since he got a spare last time. you already missed on your first chance, so you have to do it this time. yes, you can do this, y/n' you thought to yourself.

just as you were ready to roll the bowling ball, your arm was ready too, clapton suddenly sneaked up behind you, gently gripping onto your hips. you let out a quiet yelp as you screwed up the shot. "ooo, gutterball! quite a shame" clapton spoke, moving away. "you damn cheater!" you exclaimed, pointing a finger at the male. "i don't know what you mean" he replied as an innocent smile appeared on his face. "you-! you-!" you couldn't get the words out, making clapton laugh. you sighed, giving up.

"i stole some beer from my dad, if you want to drink it with me" you offered. "damn, didn't expect this when we first met. am i a bad influence?" clapton spoke, earning a laugh from you as you both walked out to the car (which was actually your dad's).
you opened the trunk of the car, revealing two cases of canned beer. "sweet" the male stated, picking up a can and holding it out to you. you took it as clapton grabbed one for himself. the two of you sat in the trunk, cracking open the beers and drinking it as the moon shined down on the both of you.

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you finished your last can, setting it to the side. the two of you were drunk since your bodies, especially under the legal age, couldn't really handle the alcohol. "what kind of name is clapton anyways?" you spoke, your speech slurred. "did your parents try to be unique and named you clapton instead of clayton?" you let out a small hiccup, making clapton giggle. "i mean, probably! that'd be funny.." he replied. you both just stared at each other. "you look kinda.." clapton started. "..like a rat" he finished, poking your cheek. "aye, fuck you!" you told him, which made him laugh.

"we're so wasted.." he muttered, rubbing his face. "you're probably sobering up if you realize that.." you replied as you laid down. "well, you did drink more than me" clapton replied, chuckling afterwards. "in that case, can you drive me home when you finish sobering?" you asked, looking at him. "yeah, sure" clapton replied as he smiled. "yippeeeeee.." you said in response, putting your arms in the air. clapton laughed, relaxing in the trunk with you.

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DONT DRINK UNDERAGE, EVEN IF YOURE OLD ENOUGH, BE RESPONSIBLE, DONT DRINK AND DRIVE EITHER
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