Unexpected (boyxboy)

Drunk

Taylor's POV

Everyone is in my house. All my friends, my amazing boyfriend, and even my brother. Kyle and the girls are trying to find a movie so I take it as my chance.
"Hey Chris, can I talk to you?" I ask nervously.
"Yea sure man." Chris has been my best friend since diaper days. We've done everything together and we tell each other everything. We've cried in front of each other, pranked each other with our ongoing prank war, and even vandalized things together.

I walk into the hallway with him by the door.
"What's up man?" He asks casually leaning on the wall.
"Parker came back." I say to him nervously.
Any joking manner in his eyes is gone.
"Tell. Me everything." I quickly explain to him what happened.
"T-then he was a-about to shoot me, a-and Kyle jumped in the way. And he got shot." My breath is shaky now.

"Where is Parker now?" Chris asks me. His puppy dog hazel eyes look at me worriedly.
"Jail."
"Then don't get upset. It's over now." Chris says softly then hugs me. He's a little taller then me, but he holds me none the less.

No. I don't like Chris like that in the least, but he's always been there for me. I'm comfortable with him.

I didn't hear any footsteps. I just heard a gasp.
We broke apart and standing there was Kyle.
"Erm, we picked a movie." He says awkwardly and walks back in.
"I didn't fuck anything up did I?" Chris asks worriedly and I shake my head.
"I guess he was just surprised. I'll talk to him don't worry." He nods and we walk back in.

I walk over to Kyle; who's sitting on the loveseat and wrap my arm over his shoulder. He cuddles into me and I note the glare he's sending Chris. I chuckle and he looks up at me.
"What?" He says sharply.
"Chris is like my other brother you don't have to keep trying to kill him with your eyes." He wraps his arms around my waist.
"Mine." He mumbles. My face heats up a bit and I kiss his hair.

We ended up watching home alone and home alone 2 before Mike had an idea.
"Dude. We brought booze and I don't feel like going sober." Mike says.
"As long as we stay in the house we should be fine. And don't break anything." I add.
"Fuck yea!" Chris and Mike run into the kitchen and come out with 3 coolers.
"Jeez bow much did you guys bring?" I ask.
"A lot." Allie shrugs.
"Are you gonna drink?" I ask, looking down at Kyle. He shakes his head.
"I don't like the side effects. You have fun though, this is your present. I'll make sure you don't do anything stupid." He says.
"You sure?" I ask.
"Yes. Now go." I chuckle and stand up.

I walk over and grab a drink.

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"One more come on!" Mike, Chris, and Alan cheer. Ella downs another shot.

Good Christ she at like 7 I think? How many have I had? How many have they had? Where'd Kyle go? I miss Kyle. Maybe he's in the kitchen.

I stumble into the kitchen and knock over a chair.
"Sorry." I mutter and pick it up. I pat the top of it.
"There there. It's only a bruise you'll be fine." I walk back out as Ella downs another one. Damn she can drink a lot. She's gonna have to pee really bad. I think I have to pee. I don't know I can't really feel anything. I should go just in case.

I crawl up the stairs and make it to the bathroom. I use the bathroom and then I feel tired.
"Bed. Bed where is you?" I wander the top floor. Which door was mine again? Nope that's the closet. That's the spare. That's my dad's. That's the bathroom again. Where'd it go? I pout and sit down on the floor.

"Bed where is you?" I yell.
"Taylor?" I hear a voice.
"Bed?" I question.
"No. Kyle. And you're drunk. Let's get you to your room." Kyle comes into view of my blurry haze.
"You're re-reallyyyyy pale." I drawl out as we stumble to my room.
"I know." He chuckles.