The intoxicated blonde stumbled down the dimly lit street beside his best, sober friend. The street seemed extremely spooky to the brunette; it was like a scene from a horror movie, though for George it was more like a carnival.
They had finished their first night of The Tide's CMF Tour and as Reece, their band mate, had recently turned 18 ((I know he didn't until a couple days later, but lets just pretend)) they all went out with him to the bar.
"Hey, George? Are you sure this is a short cut to the hotel?" Blake asked the boy, slightly pissing himself walking down the road.
"I'm pretty s-sure, Blake. I mean why couldn't you trust me? Don't worry, you're not gonna die. You wuss-s," he replied, slurring the S's. The 16 year old didn't reply; he wasn't scared because of the place they were in, though it was pretty terrifying, but he was scared for him. George was only 17 and he was wasted as fuck.
The rest of the walk was just silent. An insufferable silence. Blake couldn't stand the new cocky George; that just wasn't him. George was sort of the guy who sat at the back of the room and almost always had his face stuck in his phone, ((sounds like me)) he was only ever off it if he was forced to or if he was on stage. Other than that, you would think his phone was part of him.
They had finally reached the reception of the overly snobby hotel and Blake was glad to be there. Blake happily strolled in through the mechanical doors, George, though, staying put.
Where ever their other band mate was, in The Tide's joint room or in God knows where, when he comes back to the hotel room for them to pack up, Blake knew he was going to get his own back for Reece leaving him stuck with 'Drunk George'.
Trying hard not to make a scene, Blake simply whispered, "George, get your ass in here now,"
That obviously didn't work as George still didn't move a muscle, except for when he smirked slightly.
Blake didn't have time for this shit. He just wanted to go inside the hotel room and sleep. So without a second thought, he screamed, "GEORGE! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE NOW! I SWEAR I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SHIT TONIGHT! GET INSDIE NOW!"
He had finally belted it out, and he felt great. The balloon of anger slowly deflated with each word.
George became very scared at his actions and did what the brunette said. He made his way through the mechanical doors and came up to the slightly taller male.
"Thank you. Now let's go,"
The two walked along the corridors and up the stairs, again, in silence. This time it was a more awkward silence for some strange reason. As they approached their hotel room, things took a twist.
"I'm sorry," came the words from the short blonde.
"What you on about?"
George took firm hold of Blake's cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. It took time for it to register in the brunette's mind, that is, until he found himself kissing the 17 year old back. They slowly and reluctantly pulled apart and found themselves blushing.
Blake reaches for the key card in his pocket and swipes. It unlocks and the two both go to open the door. The tension was as visible as a brick wall at this point and made the boys very uncomfortable.
Blake coughed occasionally and George just scratched the back of his neck. By now, George was almost fully sober and felt a thumping in his head. He groaned and put the hand that had previously been resting on the handle, up to his head, rubbing his temple.
"Hangover?"
"Yeah,"
"C'mon, lest go in and get you some pain killers."
The brunette opened the door and let the other walk in first. George found his way to the bed and flopped on top of it. It was if the blanket was all Blake needed for the blonde was out like a light.
He couldn't help but smile. This was the George he knew.
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Omg I'm so sorry to those of you who have been commenting on the last chapter. Idky but I just couldn't find the time and then it was my birthday on Monday and that kind of occupied my thoughts but I'm here and I'm back and for any of you who read 'when can I hold you?' I will be updating soon. Don't worry :)
