Glass Half Full (A Mavin Fanfic)

Chapter One

We all stood around the table as Geoff placed the cake littered with candles in front of him. The whole room erupted into song as we all sang 'Happy birthday' to Gavin. He was twenty five today, and we all knew that he wasn't going to live it down; there'd be drink involved tonight for sure. The song ended and we all applauded (I still never knew why people did that).

As he blew out the candles, Ray asked "Did you make a wish?"

Gavin laughed and shook his head. "Why would I make a wish you donut, I'm not ten!" 

Ray shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "Just thought it was tradition, sue me!"

Gavin started pulling the candles out of the cake, sighing. "You really had to put twenty five in there, didn't you?" He asked, looking over at Geoff as he did so. 

Geoff nodded and ran to the kitchen to grab some plates for us. As he did, Gavin's eyes averted from Geoff's to mine, and I wandered over, taking a seat beside him. "There's my little Michael," Gavin muttered, pulling the last of the candles out. 

I smiled. "You're little boy," I said, nudging him with my shoulder. He laughed. 

Geoff returned with the plates and a large knife which he handed to Gavin. "Shall I just tease it in?" he asked, eyeing up the cake as he rested the knife in different angles to get the cut perfect. There were only six of us so far; Gavin, Geoff, Griffon, Millie, Ray and myself; this was just the pre-party. Everyone was coming later on, and I knew Gavin was not planning on staying sober at all. This party was going to be fun; I had been waiting for it all week. Whenever Gavin's drunk, is when he's at his funniest and Gavin was definitely going to be funny tonight.

"Did you want any, Ray?" Gavin asked, sizing up a slice and putting it on a plate. 

Ray crossed his arms and laughed. "Fuck no," he stated, before looking over to Geoff and apologised for swearing in front of Millie.

Gavin laughed before placing the final slice on the plate and holding it up. He winked, before gesturing the 'cheers' signal with his plate and placed the slice in his mouth. Finishing the final bite he looked over to me and smiled. "Where are the drinks then?" he smirked, one corner of his mouth lifting slightly more than the other. 

"That's my Gavin," I said, before standing and taking one of the many bottles of whiskey and vodka from the table and pouring out a shot for myself and Gavin. "Cheers!" we spoke together, before downing our first drink.

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It was eleven o'clock now; things were no longer quiet. Everyone, and everyone being everyone, was drunk beyond repair, apart from Ray. Ray spent a lot of the night looking after everyone in the house; the people throwing up in the bathroom; the people getting loud. He, however, was not on 'Gavin duty'. No-one liked having to take of Gavin when he was drunk. Even if he was fun, he was annoying, and out of control. 

"Michael," he slurred, walking up to me in the kitchen, "Michael, drink up!" He thrust a glass of clear liquid in my face, but unsure of what it was, I turned it down. 

"No thanks, bud!" I said, taking the glass from his hand and placing it gently on the counter beside me. I was drunk, but I wasn't Gavin drunk; I was sober enough to understand what I was doing. 

"Just drink you dumb idiot," Gavin barely spoke; his tongue kept getting in the way of every syllable. I smiled sympathetically at him before taking the glass in my hand and smelling it; it was straight vodka. 

"Gavin, this is a pint of vodka?!" I shouted. I felt my eyebrows sync in worry, and I placed the glass back on the counter and pushed it out of sight of his drunk, tired eyes.

"Might explain why I have a headache," he laughed, palming his head and wiping the beads of sweat away as he did it. 

I sighed and patted his shoulder as his body began to fall forward slightly. He fell heavily against my chest and I pushed him up, struggling as he laughed. 

"I'm not heavy am I?" he asked, his eyebrows down in confusion. His feet got away from him and he staggered forward into the other side of the kitchen counter. 

"Gavin!" I shouted as the glass of vodka smashed onto the floor. Gavin brought his hand up to his mouth and squealed, clearly finding the whole thing funny, but it wasn't. "Gavin, I think you need to stop," I said, moving his alcohol filled body away from the shattered glass. 

"Nah," he screeched, but I knew it was time for him to stop. He grabbed his head again and moaned about the pain as I walked him to his room. As we walked in, I closed the door behind us and rested him on his bed. There was a pile of coats at the foot of the bed, but Gavin pushed them off forcefully with his foot and continued to grip his head. 

"Fuck me," he moaned, rolling in his bed, grabbing his head. I was starting to get concerned but I figured it was just drink related. 

"You'll be fine in the morning, Gav, just get some sleep," I whispered, pulling the duvet over Gavin's body and pulling his hand away from his forehead. In an almost immediate response, Gavin's eyes slowly closed and his body lay still with his mouth agape. 

I stroked his forehead and smiled. "Sleep well, you fucking idiot."