Michael stared at the shelf, tears pouring from his eyes.
He looked at the five different bottle, deciding which one would help him the most.
Recently, Michael's aunt passed away, and he was taking it really hard.
He grabbed a tall, clear bottle, and slid it onto the counter.
He went and got a cup that was probably bigger than he needed, and started pouring the whiskey into it.
He sat down and held the cup in his hand, but before he could take a sip, he was interrupted.
"Mikey?" A small voice asked, but he didn't turn to look.
"Please don't drink tonight." Luke whispered, still standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
Michael has gotten drunk at home every night for the past four days and always crashes on the couch. That leaves an empty spot beside Luke in the bed, and he doesn't like it.
"Luke, please just go.." Michael whispered.
"Michael, I don't want you to get drunk again." Luke whispered, walking over to sit beside Michael.
"This isn't about what you want." Michael told him, and Luke sat on the stool beside Michael.
He pulled over a glass, and poured some for himself.
"You're right.." He whispered, pushing the cup between his two hands.
Michael watched as Luke stared at the alcohol, before getting up, and grabbing a bottle of vodka.
"Luke, what are you doing?" Michael asked, watching Luke pour himself three shots.
He sat back down, and Michael kept his eyes on Luke.
Michael doesn't realize how he's been treating Luke recently. He has ignored him, gotten snappy with him, yelled at him, and completely neglected him. Even though Michael's grieving, he doesn't know how much it's affecting Luke too. Luke just wants to help, but every time he tries, he gets yelled at.
Luke threw his head back, pouring the first shot down his throat.
"If you're gonna get drunk again, I'm gonna get drunk too." He said.
"Why?" He asked as Luke drank the second one.
"I hate feeling lonely. If I get drunk enough, I won't remember how it felt in the morning." Luke said, but before he could take the third one, Michael held his arm down.
"Luke, you understand I can't put all of my attention on you right now, right? This isn't about you." He said, and Luke nodded.
"I know that.." Luke whispered, drinking the third one.
"Than why are you doing this?" Michael asked, and Luke looked over at him, his eyes starting to look lost and glossy.
"You yell a lot. I know you might not remember it in the morning, but when you drink a lot, you yell when I try to help you. You tell me I'll never be able to help you. I'm not good enough to. Sometimes I get scared when you yell at me. You haven't told me you love me in a week, and you haven't held me. You haven't kissed me and talked to me until I fell asleep. I know you're hurting, but I am too. I just want both of us to feel better." Luke said, taking a big sip of whiskey.
Michael frowned as he looked at Luke. The younger boy was completely consumed with the alcohol, looking for a sense of comfort out of it.
"Cmon, Mikey... Drink that before I do it for you." Luke said, his words slurring a little bit.
"I'll be right back." Michael whispered, and got up.
He sighed, realizing that Luke needed someone just as much as he did.
He made their bed before walking back down to see Luke taking sips from Michael's cup.
"Come here, baby.." Michael whispered, setting the cup down, and picking up Luke's unsteady body.
He carried him up to their room, and Luke got down, trying to walk from the room.
"Babe, stop. Let's get you to bed." He said, and Luke looked up at him.
"You have to promise to stay." Luke said, and Michael hugged him tightly.
Michael was in so much pain with his recent loss, but he has a responsibility as Luke's boyfriend to make him feel loved, and he hasn't been doing a good job recently. Luke understood why Michael was so distant at first, but always being by himself just got to be a little too much.
Michael didn't realize how much just laying down with Luke really does help.
"You know.... I love you a lot.." Luke said, poking Michael's chest.
Luke laid on top of Michael, their chests together as the blonde boy leaned down, kissing Michael's nose once.
"I love you too, baby." Michael said, rubbing Luke's back up and down.
Michael held his drunken boyfriend, making sure he feels cared for, regardless of wether he will remember it in the morning.
Making Luke feel better, makes Michael feel better. That's just how it was.
