His Help (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3

Picture of Howard, played by every emo boy ever basically...

My head hurt.

Like a LOT of hurting was happening inside my head at the moment, like being trampled on by five thousand rhinos. I whined and held my hand to my head as I tried to get into comfortable position that the pain would stop in.

Someone jumped on my bed and started poking me. I opened my eyes slightly to see Caspar staring back at me intently. Was I dreaming? "You awake yet?" Not a dream!!! Abort abort abort!!!

I catapulted myself off the bed, making my head erupt in pain and suddenly my stomach churned. A bucket was shoved in my face and I quickly grabbed it, vomiting in it as Caspar put a hand on my back comfortingly.

When I was done being sick Caspar helped me downstairs into what looked like a disaster zone, cups everywhere and furniture turned over. Someone had even drawn sloppily on the wall with permanent marker. What it was a picture of I won't say... Ew.

Caspar led me to the dining table that only had three chairs out of the six supposed to be around it. Howard was sipping coffee on one side of the table while Caspar had me sit across from him. Howard looked so different without mascara that it was slightly weird... Okay really weird.

"Eat up." Caspar said placing a paper plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of me before sitting down at the other chair with his plate of food. I was still slightly dazed from what all had just happened and still couldn't exactly get my head around it.

I was sitting in Caspar's house, with a emo boy in a tornado disaster zone. I'd been woken up in Caspar's bedroom by Caspar himself staring me down and don't even get me started on last night because I have no idea what happened, just that I got blackout drunk and passed out. Good thing my mom didn't know.

My mom!

She was probably freaking out and calling the cops! I grabbed a piece of bacon and ran for the front door while Howard and Caspar looked at me in surprise

I ran for my car and thanked God my keys were still in my pocket so I could actually drive home. I'm sure I looked horrible as well, she was probably going to think I had been kidnapped or something which wasn't entirely false, I mean Caspar kind of tempted me into drinking so technically it's his fault right? I couldn't help but think she might not find that explanation logical...

I couldn't get home fast enough and anything in my way made me want to scream. Oh man I was in so much trouble, I was going to get grounded for years and years- heck I'd probably be grounded for life for getting blackout drunk at a party thrown by my said friend that my mother would probably now hate.

I pulled along the side of the road by our house before getting out and deciding knocking on the front door was the best idea. I breathed a sigh of relief considering it was Saturday and not a school day or I'd have been screwed even more, and I think if I got screwed anymore I'd be dead.

My mom opened the door and a look of relief came in her eyes as she pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "Where were you! I was worried sick all night!" She said pulling away and rage sparking in her almost always kind eyes. "I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to stay as late as I did and then I had fallen asleep." I said desperately trying to explain without the party and drinking part.

"What could you possibly have been doing all night?!" She questioned as I began to sweat, hoping my sloppy lies and my usual normal good behavior were enough to convince her. "Caspar offered to help me study and I was struggling recently so I said 'why not' and then I must've fallen asleep." I said in a sort of rush.