Change - (boyxboy)

Chapter 18 - Bad Decisions

"So things with Oliver went well?" Liv asked Will for about the eighth time, trying to get the story straight. 

"No."

But Will wasn't being helpful. At all. He was currently more interested in the bottle of vodka in his hand that he was sipping from like a baby with its bottle.

"So things didn't go well with Oliver then?" Liv tried to clarify, growing annoyed with Will's behaviour. She was supposed to be on a date now with her boyfriend, and yet, she was here, attending to her best friend duties with Will's drunk ass, yet again. She didn't even get a response from Will for her question, just a shake of his head as he chugged from the bottle. 

She took that as a no.

"So what the damn hell happened then?" she snapped, her frustration getting too much for her to contain. She'd been here for at least an hour, watching Will drown his sorrows in a way that she was most certain wasn't healthy, and she was sick of it. She wanted the whole story, and she wanted it now.

But Will gave her nothing, more focused on trying to figure out how fermented potatoes made something so glorious as vodka. It wasn't even any good, a cheap bottle that he nicked from his mother's alcohol cupboard, though he knew she wouldn't mind either way. It felt like shotting rubbing alcohol but it did the job and that's all that mattered to him.

"Ergh, you're being such a goddamn pain, Will, seriously," Liv groaned, manoeuvring around so that she could stand up from their seated position on the carpet of Will's lounge room floor. "I'm going to the bathroom," she grumbled, heading off down the hall and leaving Will on his own.

Will watched as she left, feeling bad for how shitty he was acting. He knew he was being difficult, but he didn't have it in him right now to talk about what had happened with him and Oliver. It was too painful for him to bear and discussing it now would destroy any emotional control he had on himself.

Ok, so he might be getting a bit dramatic, but he really didn't want to deal with it now.

Luckily, he didn't need to, as his phone buzzed on the coffee table. Will, intrigued by who might be contacting him, picked it up to see a message from Dale:

"Yo Willy, up to much? Going to queer party tonight, come celebrate your last day of HS dude - im at the shop"

Not needing any more reasons to head off, Will dashed into his room and changed into the best outfit he could come up with while drunk and in a hurry. He wanted to be out of there before Liv finished in the bathroom, knowing that she'd stop him having any fun tonight and just pester him about Oliver.

Fuck that.

Once he'd shimmied into a pair of jeans, pulled on a random t-shirt, and slipped on some shoes, he rushed off, writing a quick message for Liv that he put on the coffee table before heading out the front door and sprinting to the bus stop to get the bus on time.

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"Shit," Liv cursed, regretting taking one and leaving Will on his own, as she read the note that he'd left her. 

Soz Liv, gone out, was all it said and Liv was fuming. She'd come here to do the right thing and help him, and this was the crap he was pulling? If he wasn't her best friend, Liv would've let him go cause havoc and not cared, like water off a duck's back. But he was her best friend and she was a good person, so she begrudgingly went out to look for him, still bitter about the other things she'd rather be doing.

As she walked towards the train station, she opened the group chat she'd just had open with the other girls, typing, "change of plans, don't come to Will's."