Missing Screws (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 2

I wake up in an unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar bed. Praying to whatever gods there may be, I slowly sit up and look around. Please god tell me I didn't sleep with anyone. I think to myself. My friends already think I'm enough of a whore.

The room is a fairly decent size. There's a desk in the corner with a MacBook on it and an spinning chair that I've seen before at IKEA. Two of the walls are white, one is red, and the fourth is a chalkboard wall. The whole room seems to have a pretty consistent black, red, and white theme.

I look down on the floor for my shirt but it's no were to be seen. Well, it's ok. That shirt got a stain on it anyways and it probably wasn't coming out. But I'm still not shirtless, just wearing a mysterious unbuttoned flannel. It smelt of lavender and the seaside, two fairly different scents yet they work quite well together.

"I see you've finally woken up." I whip my head around to see none other than Mallon leaning in the doorway. His facial express is quite blank. No smirk, no smile, nothing.

"Page, you better tell me why I'm in your bed right now or I'm actually gonna beat the shit out of you." I threaten.

"Well, after four bottle of beer and a countless amount of shots," He starts, "you passed out on the floor and sense I had nowhere else to put you, I dragged you to my bedroom, practically through you on my bed, and then left."

"Why didn't you just put me on the couch?" I ask.

"Cause your dumb blonde friend was got there first." He responds. "And even before he passed out, he had puked all over it."

I make a face signaling disgust and continue asking questions. "Is he still here?"

"Nope." He hums, "He left at about one in the morning and drove home."

"Wait, Lucas doesn't have a car." I bring up.

"Oh," He bites his lip. "Shit."

I groan, "Well he probably took my car!" Mallon snickers and I shoot him a certain look, sort of like the one you give your friends when they causally swear in front of your parents. "It's not funny ya shit."

"Actually it really is." And there it is, the smirk. This kid must think he's hilarious. He stops laughing, "Can I have my shirt back now?"

Memories from last night come back to me. Mallon spilling his drink on me and him giving me his flannel. I shudder and throw it at him. He scoffs, "What was that? You're acting like I just told you its been doused in marijuana."

"Just shut your face and tell me were my shirt is so I can go home." I snap.

"Um..." He hums, "I don't know were that is actually, some time during the night you ripped it off and even if I did find it, the thing would be destroyed."

"Thanks for absolutely nothing asshole." I grunt, flipping him off for no valid reason.

He does the same to me. "I got one of those too." He slowly walks over to the bed and plops down on it. He leans in and whispers into my ear, "Now we're not getting anywhere hmm?" I feel the urge to jerk away but for some reason I don't, almost like I'm paralyzed.

Mallon springs up and walks out, "C'mon!" He yells.

"Pfft, why should I follow you?" I ask.

He pops his head back in, "I'm giving you a ride home."

I scoff, "I think I'll walk." I get up and mindlessly shuffle into the hall.

The brunette turns on his heels and scans me up and down with his eyes. "Shirtless?" He smirks. "That's one obvious walk of shame."