Lane Boy

Chapter One:

Tyler:

I woke up with this pounding sensation in my head, and this severe pain in my stomach. Basically my whole body ached.

After five minutes of just laying there with my eyes closed because it hurt to open them I finally manned up and sat up, looking around the room.

I looked around for anything I recognized, my clothes on the floor-by somebody else's... Wait... Holy shit that's another guy's clothes.

I looked beside me to find Josh sleeping.

Naked.

"Shit,"I muttered quietly."Shit, shit, shit. This isn't good-what am I-what should I do?"

I started to panic, I then realized that I should probably get at least my boxers on before Josh wakes up.

"Ugh, what the fuck are you on about?" He said, rubbing his eyes and then wincing and putting his hand against his forehead.

"Shit. I must've went overboard," He sighed. "I can't remember a damn thing."

I looked at him. "Y-yeah, me neither... But... I think.. we may have had sex." I said, whispering the last part.

"What? Speak up, dude." He said, looking at me, putting his arms underneath his head.

"I said," I cleared my throat. "We  might  have  had  sex  last  night."

"Oh," he said, then his eyes widened slightly, "Wait what?"

He lifted the covers up and slammed them back down again, blushing furiously and making this "I'm constipated" face.

"Um... What should we do about this?" I asked, ignoring the pounding in my head.

"Well first we should get some meds to get rid of our hangovers or at least try to help it. Second we should have a rational conversation about this.. sound good?"

I nodded, blushing slightly before gesturing at our clothes. "Should I get dressed first or?" I trailed off.

"Yeah, I won't look. And while you're at it try and find some medicine too." He smiled slightly.

I nodded, getting up and pulling on my boxers and pants, too focused on finding something to make my huge migraine to go away, to care if he looked at me or not.

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I opened the cabinet. "Ah, there you are." Grabbing the bottle of pills and setting it on the counter, I then grabbed the Tums bottle and got out two tums, placing it beside the tiny pill bottle.(Tums have always helped me when my stomach hurt, so I'm going with them for this one)

I turned on the faucet, making sure it was getting cold before grabbing two glasses and filling them.

I grabbed the pills and went upstairs.
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Josh:

I lay there in the bed, thinking about what had happened last night, trying to put pieces together.

I was snapped out of my train of thought when a hand appeared in front of me, I looked up and smiled faintly at Tyler, taking the pills out of his hand and putting them in my mouth, taking them along with some water.

"Okay, are you ready to talk about this?"

I nodded. "I think so, all I remember is this: You were really drunk-and so was I,"I might have been just a little tipsy and acted it out, but he doesn't need to know that."And you told me to come closer to you so I did-thinking you were going to tell me something. You started grinding against me-and I will admit, I started grinding against you too because I was drunk." I might like you too, but you don't need to know that. After all, who cares how many years I've secretly been head over heels for you.

"And next thing you know you lead us into a bedroom upstairs and we start making out..." I said and took a breath,"That's all I remember anyways."

And when I finished talking he looked so guilty, and full of so much regret, I could tell there was a little bit of hurt in his eyes too, it almost made me feel bad about what I had done, in some way this could actually qualify as rape.

Oh shit, I actually raped my best friend. I took advantage of him, I hurt him. God, I'm so stupid. Why did I let my hormones get in the way of this friendship. I've ruined everything!

"We have to tell Jenna about this." And here is where I knew I was ultimately screwed.

"Tyler we can't!"

"Why not?" He said, his voice getting loud."She deserves to know that I am a lying, cheating whore!"

"I-I...."What could I have said? He was right, she deserved to know. But I should tell her it's all my fault. It might make life a little worse for me but I don't want to hurt Tyler anymore than I already have.

I needed to fix this.

And fast.

Second chapter in and I just found out this book is pretty much screwed.
I just found out that Tyler's a Christian, meaning he probably wouldn't drink, oh well, it's too late now. As for him being gay he wouldn't be able to help that, if he was.
I feel like asking for 100 likes it too much, but I wouldn't know, can we at least try and make it to a little over fifty?
Thanks for reading! =3
-L