Heartache in the Bath House

Chapter 6- u cant catch me gay thoughts

Julius awoke to the sound of a car honking outside his window. He turned over to look at the clock which read 12:46AM. He must have decided to go ahead and go to bed after realizing he couldn't make it to the party due to his own mistake of not asking the address. He shot up out of bed when he heard the honk again. What lowlife would be out in the middle of the street honking their horn in the middle of the night? Julius peered through his curtains and out in the middle of the road was Brutus. He was propped up on the car seat slamming the horn. He stopped once he noticed Julius and waved. Julius stared back at him before closing the curtains tight. What is that idiot doing here? Julius panicked. More importantly how does he know my address??

Brutus waited patiently as Julius threw on some clothes and rushed out to the road.

"What do you think you're doing?" Julius hissed. "Do you know what time it is?" Brutus just smirked.

"Hop in or we'll be late."

They drove in silence for most of the way. Brutus had the top of his convertible down, granting the cold late night breeze access to nip at Julius' skin. They mostly chatted about books and music and normal things. It allowed Julius to get to know more about Brutus, who ended up having a lot more in common with him than he thought he would. They laughed a bunch and before he knew it they were pulling into the driveway of a mansion sized house. Music boomed, toilet paper littered the trees while SOLO cups and beer cans littered the ground. Julius was careful not to step on anything and inched his way towards the front door step by step, dreading what was to come.

Brutus put his hand on Julius' shoulder. "Don't worry, it'll be fine." He smiled. "Is this your first party?"

Julius nodded. "Well just stick with me and you'll be fine."

Julius swallowed hard and stepped inside.

Julius lost sight of Brutus shortly after arriving. People paid little mind to him, though occasionally a drunken teenager would stumble over to him and offer him a drink which Julius would refuse. What am I even doing here? These are the sort of people I hate. Me and him aren't even friends so why did I even tag along? Julius looked down at the floor.

Suddenly another drunk threw their arm over his shoulders. His eyes shot up only to be met with a pair of silver ones. Brutus could hardly even stand and Julius was basically holding him up.

"Brutus what in the world...-"Julius started but was immediately cut off by Brutus laughing hysterically.

"Relaaax, have a drink and loosen up." His words were sloppy and slurred. Julius answered by taking the cup out of his hand and setting it down on the coffee table next to them. He then grabbed Brutus' other arm and wrapped it around his neck so he could carry him easier.

"We need to get you home." Julius stated, slightly annoyed that he'd have to be the one to do it.

"To my house or yours?" ,':) Brutus asked with half-lidded eyes.

Julius snapped his eyes away, his face turning bright red.

"To your house obviously, idiot" he said flustered.

When Julius finally got them both to the car he practically threw Brutus in the backseat and drove out of the driveway as quickly as possible, tires squealing.

It was quite a challenge to try and get a drunk to direct him to his house but they finally made it there in under an hour. After Brutus pestered him about coming inside, and Julius getting flustered for reasons unknown to him at the time, he finally got away and started his long walk home.

(PS: I'd like to dedicate this piece of literature to Olivia and Coleman, my biggest supporters and fans lmao I'm making this up as I go guys but this is all for you so you better appreciate it.)