Justice League: The Teenage Years{Book 1: Complete}

Episode Eight: My Mistake

Hal's pov

      If I was to say anything to past my self, anything at all, it would be to not grab the bottle of liquor from the fridge. I wish that I did not drink all the alcohol in the house and did not get ridiculously drunk. I didn't remember much of that night but I remembered  the most crucial.

  I had come home from a long day of school, feeling miserable and tired. I had just enough of the pity and insults I was receiving from most kids in my school. I walked into the house and slammed the door, I ignored my little brother's calls and walked into the kitchen. "Where the fuck are the drinks.." I growled  as I frantically opened  every cabinet in the  kitchen. I had this strong feeling to just  forget everything  with the sweet bitterness  of liquor.

"What are you  doing?" I heard my older brother walk into the  room and glare at me. "You know  you're too young to drink and you  should  be  doing  your homework." I screamed  in frustration  and  stomped over to Jack. I had enough  of  his attitude  and  his authority over me. He wasn't better than  me and I wasn't a dissapointment.

"Fuck you! You  fucking  asshole!" I growled. "I can do whatever I want and  you  can't do  anything  about  it!" I didn't  realize  the tears streaming  down  my face but my brother  did. Jack's face softened  and  placed a hand  on  my shoulder. "Hal...why do you  want alcohol  anyways?"

"No reason!" I yelled and opened the  fridge. "Finally..." I spotted a bottle  of  scotch and  consumed it immediately. I started to feel  woozy and warm but better. I smiled slightly at my brother, before grabbing a few more bottles and walking  upstairs.

"Adults are right." I chuckled. "Drinking makes everything  better, I feel so jumpy and happy, no problems can hurt me." I laughed hysterically  as I walked into my room. "No fucking  assholes, no guy that I'm desperately  in love with, just a world where I can feel happy no matter  what happens." I sat on my bed and  looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes, attempting  to  sleep, I couldn't.

  The only thing  on my mind was Barry. His blonde hair and blue eyes, sweet through  my head  like the wind outside. It made me feel scared, just being away from him. I felt like I needed to see Barry right at that moment or I'd be doomed. "Barry..." I mumbled sitting up and jugging  down another of scotch. "Barry..." I stood up and opened my room door, only thinking about getting to my best  friend's house.

  How I got to Barry's house, was a mystery  to  me. I had consumed so much alcohol, that nothing  was really  registering into my mind besides  the  fact I needed to  see Barry. I knocked on his door and  leaned against  the  doorway. I had no idea  of what I was going  to  say or do, that didn't matter. I just knocked 8 the door until someone  answered the door.

"Alright, alright I'm here." Barry  said  opening  the  door with an polite smile. "Hello, can I....Hal? What are you okay?" Barry's expression changed to concern at the  sight of my drunk appearance. "You smell like urinated whisky..."

  I wasn't paying  attention  to  what he was saying and just moved my attention  to Barry's lips. They looked so sweet and beautiful, I neededto  taste them. I drunkenly walked into Barry's  home, slowly  going closer to him. Barry blushed but kept his smile, trying  to  be polite as he usually  was.

  "You know Bear Bear..." I slurred. "You are so cute..." I slowly  placed my hand on his right cheek, loving  how red he was getting.

"Yup your little teddy bear..." Barry chuckled  nervously. "You've told me that loads of times..."

"Y-yeah." I hicupped. "But that's not what I mean this time, I mean you're hot and just so....You mean so much  to me, I love you Barry.."

Barry looked as if I just gave him a million  dollars, his face lit up and he became redder than a tomato. "I love you  too Hal, I loved you for so long....oh my God I can't believe  you actually  confessed to me I..." I interuppted  his little ramble, by capturing his lips with my own, the rest of the  night was a blur.

  I woke up the next morning, with a huge headache and in a bed, that clearly wasn't mine. I moved my head slightly and saw that it was just a few hours after dawn. I groaned and placed a hand over my eyes, praying that my headache wouldn't last long, for it was killing  me.

  "I'm not drinking again." I said as I finally obtained the energy to sit up. "It never helps anything....I feel like I'm going to puke and shit at the same time..." I looked down and realized  the only thing I was wearing was a blanket. "Why am I naked....why am I naked?" I started to feel more frantic and nervous by the second, different situations flowing through my mind. Did I go into a random bar and let creepy middle aged men, have their way with me? Did I strip down and run through the streets, just to have myself pass out in a random hotel? I felt myself start to go into a small panic attack, moving my hands and trying  to  find any evidence of  what happened, until I felt....skin.

  "Wait...what...?" I turned my head and my heart dropped. Barry Allen  was naked and sleeping  besides me. Everything was starting to make sense and I couldn't be more scared. "No...No...no I didn't, I couldn't  have...."

  I quickly got out of the bed and frantically grabbed my clothes. I got dressed and slapped my hands over my eyes, this couldn't be happening. I knew everyone at school was going  to  think I was gay, that Barry and I were a thing. If  they found out about this...however the question  was if. If my friends found out about this, there would  be trouble.

  "I just need to make sure that nobody will ever know." I said as I walked out of  Barry's  home. "Nobody will ever know and this never ever happened."