Since you amazingly sick fuckers liked the last one so much, here's another one this fine Sunday or Saturday night... whenever I post this, I dunno...
Fuck off, I'm bored and waiting for my boyfriend to text me
So lemme fill your brains will gay ships
Steve's POV
"Mm..." It was warm. Way too warm. Not only that, I felt heavy.
"Ugh...My head..." I groaned, covering my eyes from my sun kissed room. It was too bright in here. I gave a small stretch only to find myself confined to one space and froze as I looked to the problem.
Herobrine was snoring lightly, he was wrapped around me like a duvet sheet. Both of us, I noticed, were shirtless. And that could only mean one thing.
"Y-You!" I angrily yelled pushing him off of me, he rolled and hit the floor with a thud, taking the covers with him while I covered myself with a pillow.
"What the...Steve?" Herobrine yawned at me and looked down towards himself, with wide eyes he stood up, picking the covers up and looking at me while tears pricked my eyes.
"Steve! I-I can explain, I swear!" He was frantic but I didn't listen to a word he said. Instead I threw my second pillow at him. I felt so used.
"You?! How could you?!" I screamed at him.
"Steve listen to me! You told me to-" I cut him off and glared at him. Angry tears running down my face.
"I was drunk! How are you going to listen to a drunk person?!" I screamed at him. Herobrine hit his head and groaned.
"I know I know...I couldn't...I gave in...you wouldn't let me leave if I didn't..." He said. I wanted nothing more than to punch him in his face.
"YOU'RE A GOD! YOU COULD'VE PUT ME IN MY ROOM AND TELEPORTED!" I yelled at him standing before him now. Herobrine closed his eyes, looking broken. But I didn't care.
"I...I don't know why I stayed...I shouldn't have let you talk me into it...But...when would I get that chance again?" He whispered, opening his eyes and looking at me, almost pleading.
"You were sober no?! That was my first time drinking! I wasn't thinking straight!" I yelled at him. Pushing him and going into my bathroom.
"Steve please..Listen to me! I don't care if you yell at me! But please try to understand....I want you, last night for a split second I thought drunk Steve was telling the truth when you said you wanted me...I know I was stupid for believing it but it's true! You have every right to be mad at me. But please...don't shut me out" The more he spoke the angrier I got. I was angry at him for fucking me. Angry at myself for letting him. I was just angry.
"Get out" I shakily whispered, opening the door with a towel around my waist.
"Steve no..." Was the only broken whisper he gave. I looked away from him.
"Talk to me please...be angry but Steve let me explain every bit I can...just please...I....You're my dream come true" I softened just a bit at his words. Nearly breaking down.
"When I get out of the shower, I expect you to be gone..." His face bore no emotion and I didn't even turn back as I closed the door yet again to the bathroom. When I turned on the water and allowed the hot water to rain on me, I let the tears flow.
Oh....what am I to do?
As I came out of the bathroom I frowned at him as he sat dressed on my bed. At first I ignored him and he stayed silent. But as I got dressed myself my anger resurfaced.
