Why Bother?
-Weezer
"I need to use the restroom." Noah excused himself, getting up from the table and walking away.
All I can feel is their stares.
"What's up with you and Noah?" Trent asked, grinning at me. We had already been drinking.
I can feel my face flush, "Whaaaat, there's nothing going on...." I said rolling my eyes unconvincingly.
Justin rolled his eyes, holding out his hands to count on his fingers.
"Okay so, he lives with you all the sudden, you two kissed on news years! Uhmmm, you wrote a song about him, he got you your favorite candies, you kissed his cheek.... Have I missed anything?" Justin, said, a condescending smirk on his face.
"More like they made out on New Years.." Harold said with a fake gag. They laughed as I hid my face in my hands.
"Whatever man..." I mumbled. They kept on going.
"Oh! And not to mention, he's been staring at you the past twenty minutes!" Justin grinned, his smile looked almost evil. Like he lived to embarrass me in this restaurant.
Wait, what? I put my head back up, "He was?!" Almost too excited by this news.
I never even noticed he was staring.
"You didn't notice?" Trent asked with a laugh.
"No?!" I laughed nervously, fidgeting my fingers under the table.
They all laughed, silencing themselves as Noah sat back down.
"What?" He asked, looking around at the others who simply stared.
"Why don't you tell Noah what we were talking about, Cody?" Justin grinned, him and Trent laughing.
"Tell me what?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at me suspiciously. He probably thought we were crap talking him. They always make these situations the worst.
"Uhm.. we were talking about... uhm.. oh! We were talking about how we need to go clubbing! We're in Vegas for fucks sake." I smiled at them, Trent groaned.
"Seriously?" Noah looked annoyed at the thought, but I smiled at him. Nodding my head along. "Yep! We gotta go clubbing in vegas, and gambling. You have to come with us too."
"Going to the club doesn't sound too bad.."
Noah said quietly, "Why not?" He smiled.
"Really..? You actually WANT to go clubbing?" Harold asked. Noah shrugged.
This was a first.
"Yeah." He hummed, drinking his water. "I've been.. overwhelmed lately. A drink will help."
"That's final! We're going clubbing tonight." I grinned, elbowing Noah and smiling at him.
He looked at me confused, and the confused waiter finally came over with our food and a smile.
"Excuse me.. are you The Drama Brothers?"
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(not a smut warning but like its implied that something happened...)
"God, my head hurts.." I hummed, leaning on Noah's for support. It felt like an earthquake was happening in my brain. Like it was about to pop at any moment.
I was sat on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet. Noah sitting next to me, wearing his dark red pajama pants. They were soft against my head.
"No wonder, you were taking shot-after-shot last night." Noah chuckled, pushing some of my hair back gently behind my ears.
It was like my stomach tickled, but not from the hangover.
"For real? I don't remember shit..." I lied. I remember it all. Down to each detail. I remember it too much.
Noah sighed, looking away. "Yeah, I know."
He's ashamed. I'm ashamed. I'm so embarrassed.
I'm not going to say what happened, but it's pretty obvious..
We drank too much, and too much happened.
I don't want to talk about it.
I don't even remember how it happened. That's one thing I don't remember.
All I remember is getting a stiffy and... yeah... you know...
If this had happened with any other person, I'd be so fucking happy with myself. Well, more like I'd be like, "Fuck yeah, a hot guy gave me head in a club bathroom."
Okay, TMI. I'm so sorry..
I'm so embarrassed.
How did this even happen? Everything was nice yesterday and I fucked it up by getting shit-faced.
Hey I mean it's not fully my fault, he's the one who gave me head!
Once again, I apologize.
I guess I shouldn't be embarrassed. Maybe I should be proud? If he were a girl i'd be proud. Maybe i'm just nervous.
"You really don't remember ANYTHING, from last night?" I look up at him, embarrassed. His face is beat red but I ignore it, still leaning against him.
"Uhm.. for the most part... no.." I said quietly, looking away.
Okay that wasn't a lie.
"Wait,, what exactly do you remember?" He asked worriedly, standing up straight, making me loose my balance a bit.
"I remember... uhh, what do you want me to remember?" I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck.
"Oh my god, you remember..." Noah looked away, a nervous look on his face.
"Look, I'm sorry! I didn't want to get a boner! It happens half the time I get drunk, usually no one's looking at my crotch!"
"Oh my god, Cody.." He hid his face in his hands, turning around. I could feel my stomach churn.
"I can't control it man! My dick has a mind of his own!"
"Do not gender your dick!" He groaned in embarrassment. Pacing back and forth in the bathroom with me.
We stood in silence, I don't know what to say!
"... You're not bad..."
"WHAT?" He turned and looked at me, with a shocked, red face.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh my gosh Cody! This is serious!"
"I'm sorry!" I looked back towards the toilet, gagging a bit. "Oh shit.."
I continued throwing up in the hotel room toilet.
Hearing Noah walk out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
God, I shouldn't have drank so much.
I'm so embarrassed.
(i am so sorry for this one....)
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