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vikram barn

WEAK - VIKRAM BARN

"I'm weak, and what's wrong with that? Boy o boy I love it when I fall for that."

Vik stumbles around the party, his little frame getting lost in the crowded environment, groups of people talking and dancing and drinking, the alcohol in their systems intoxicating their thoughts making them loosen up as the people around him fling themselves on strangers and participate in things out of their usual comfort zone.

Vik knew this from experience, he always so weak after the alcohol touches his lips, he falls into the spell, doing things he regrets when he wakes up the next morning with a banging headache and a scared nerve of what went down last night, cringing when the pictures are either put up online or sent to him.

He got into the kitchen, resting his back up against the countertop as he lets out a sigh, he couldn't find his friend Tobi, he had somehow vanished in the mix of people, and he didn't know where to look, this house was huge, bigger than what he thought it would be, he wondered how much it was worth, and the lucky guy who's fortunate enough to have rich parents.

A few guys come into the kitchen laughing, he looks over to the group of three, one boy was shorter, more muscular, he wore a SnapBack on his head with the word 'rap' spelt vertically. his long t shirt with three layers and his baggy sweatpants, his complexion was darker to the other guys standing next to him. He laughed loudly, he had brown eyes and was looking at the guy on his left.

The boy on his left had dark brunette with a beard. He looked older than the other two he was surrounded by, and he didn't look like he was in high school, which is the whole reason for this party. This guy looked like he could be married with kids by now, instead he was stood in a millionaire kitchen with booze in his hand.

The third guy made Vik lift his head, he was incredibly tall and slim. His hair was a dirty blonde styled up and he had beautiful blue eyes, he had a dimple on the right side of his face, the boys left of you were looking at life in his perspective.

The three stopped laughing as they looked to the guy observing their features, the looked around weirdly at each other, wondering what to do. "Hello," the tall one says. "Umm... Hey," Vik replies unsure whether he should be talking to these guys or not, he should really be on a mission to find Tobi.

"I'm Simon, this is Josh," he points to the bearded guy. "Hello," says Josh. "And this is Jide, commonly known as JJ." He points to the boy wearing the rap SnapBack hat. "What's up," he says, sounding stoned. "I'm Vik." He replies. "This is a sick house, I wonder who gets to live here."

"I do." Says Simon, Vik's eyes widen, he couldn't believe he had just met the guy who lived here. "Really?" He squeals, his voice cracking causing JJ to chuckle. "Sorry, voice goes like that sometimes." He apologises. "That's fine," Simon says as he opens the fridge and grabs a big bottle of Jack Daniels. He grabs out a glass and pours some, handing it over to his friends and then Vik.

"I'm not sure if I drink it, I always end up weak and doing stupid things." He says. "Drink it, nothing wrong with a few stupid mistakes now and again." Simon winks, Vik takes the cup, swigging down the drink. The others look at him perplexed. "For someone bad at drinking, you got it down pretty quickly," Josh smiles.

Vik was hooked on the taste, even if it did make him feel different to his usual persona.

A few hours pass by and Vik is absolutely wasted, his brain couldn't think properly as he held onto the wall to keep himself up straight. He feels hands wrap round his waist, turning his head he sees the blurry picture, but he couldn't make out that it was Simon, he let go of the wall, melting into Simons arms as Simon scooped up his legs and carried him like a bride up the spiral staircase.

He walks up into a big bedroom, the walls were plain white, the room had a large over the top chandelier in the middle, the corners of the room had beautiful architecture, curves and patterns and lines. The ceilings were high, Simon was a tall guy, and it would probably take two and a half Simons before you could even touch the roof.

The bed was a King sized bed, the bed had thin sheets over it, making it a canopy bed. Simon puts down Vik and Vik grabs the blankets and wraps himself around in it, his eyes drooped as he was tired. "Goodnight Vik," Simon says, walking towards the door.

"Don't leave me," Vik whines like a little child, Simon turns off the light near the door. Tempted wether to stay with the boy he met just a few hours earlier or go to his room. "Please," Vik adds, leading Simon to cave in as he walks over to the bed and sits down next to him, Vik rolls over, the blankets twisted around his small body as he looks at Simon. "You should get to sleep, your really intoxicated right now." Simon says.

"Stay with me then," Vik says, he rubs his eyes as he looks at Simon and sticks out his lip. Simon lays down next to him, grabbing some of the blanket and putting it on him. "This better?" He asks. "No." He replies. "Then wha." Simon was cut off by Vik's lips on his, Vik kicks the blankets off of him and he cups Simon cheeks and prolongs the kiss.

Simon was startled to say the least, he knew that it was the alcohol talking chard of the situation, but he didn't want to stop kissing Vik, so he let it happen. Vik crawls onto Simons lap as he wraps his hands around his neck. Simon putting his hands on his waist. The events continue, the two waking up in the morning tangled up together.

Vik was always weak when it came to alcohol, but that night he didn't regret.