Exposed // scorbus

chapter three ♔ drunk

Scorpius, Albus, Addison, and a few other 15-17 year old Slytherins sat in a circle, mostly everyone was drinking Fire-Whiskey a seventh year snuck from Hogsmeade.

Anna Parkinson, a 6th year, randomly yelled out "Lets play spin the bottle!"

Mostly everyone agreed, and got into a circle. Anna placed a bottle into the middle of the circle.

"Al, I don't think we should stay for this." Scorpius says nervously to Albus. He was never one for these types of games.

"Awe, come on Scorrrr! Don't be such a pussy!" A clearly drunk Addison says, sluring on her words.

"Fine. But just one round." Scorpius reluctantly says. Scorpius was pretty positive that he was the only sober one in the whole circle.

One by one, everyone spun the bottle, kissing whomever it landed on.

Scorpius' turn was nearing. He nervously downed a shot, gagging at the disgusting taste. He didn't want to have to kiss some random whore. He only wanted to Kiss Al-
Addison. He corrected himself. He definitely didn't want to kiss Albus.

When Addison spun it, it landed on some cute 6th year that Scorpius didn't know, but Addison did know. Both of them just looked each other in the eye, and then kissed for about 15 seconds. It was very heated, to say the least. Afterwards, they both went into a closet, and didn't come out for awhile. Scorpius was not bothered by this.

    Now, it was Albus' turn. He drunkenly spun the bottle. Of course, it landed on Scorpius.

    Albus came over and sat on his best friends lap, trying to act seductive, and failing miserably, because he was drunk as hell, and because he's a 15 year old virgin.

    "Soo..... Scorpiusss....... wanna *hiccup* make out???" Albus asks, attempting a lap dance.

   Scorpius downs a second shot, and then Addison and the boy come out of the closet with messy hair and rumpled clothing, hand in hand, going over and sitting down.

   Albus sloppily puts his lips onto Scorpius, not kissing as well as he usually would. Scorpius knew this Albus wasn't in his normal state of mind. He would never do this sober. Even though, it wasn't their first time kissing each other....

flashback to their third year
Christmas, Albus' house.

Scorpius and Albus find themselves under some mistletoe.
     "Scorpius, what are you-" Albus is stopped by his best mates lips crashing onto his. Albus kisses back, but doesn't say anything after.

   "Let's pretend that never happened." They say in unison, trying to avoid the awkwardness.

back to the present

       Scorpius is the one to pull away, staring at Albus.

    "Scorrrrppiiusssss, letss do itt againnnn! I luhhhhhhh *hiccup* you Scorp, yoouuu areee sooooooooososoooososososososoosososos hooot!" Albus says, slurring every word, Scorpius thinks he's literally about to pass out from too much alcohol.

    "Okay, uh Al, let's go back to our room. I think you and I both have had enough for the night." Scorpius says, wrapping his arm around Albus, practically dragging him back to the dorm. Scorpius was a little tipsy, but not nearly as drunk as Albus. Everyone in the room is giggling.
      Addison, being the cheeky little shit she is, yelled out "Get some, Scorp!" making everyone laugh harder, and Scorpius choke.
"I never liked her, Addison. *hiccup* I think shee has a crush on youuu, and I don't *hiccup* like that verrry muuch. Not to be maninipulatveity, (he's drunk, remember? He meant manipulative.) but you should stop talking *hiccup* to her." Albus mumbles drunkenly, Scorpius hears it, but chooses to ignore it.

Scorpius doesn't know how he's feeling right now. Albus, acting vulnerable like this - he kinda liked it. Now, Scorpius definitely isn't gay, right? He liked Addison. Then he remembered how Addison made out with the boy. He remembered that both of them looked like they had been waiting for that kiss forever.
Maybe she likes him ...
Maybe she does,  but that doesn't change anything, fucking idiot.
But Albus is so pretty, and nice... you get butterflies around him...
okay, im very fucking gay.

--
They make it back to the dorm, and before Scorpius could even close the door, Albus tries to make a move.
   "Scorp-piussss, will y-youuuu fuuck *hiccup* mee? Pre-pre-pretttty pleaseeeeeee?" Albus bluntly asks, barely realizing what he's saying.

   Scorpius turns beet red, having no idea what to do. No, he's drunk. He doesn't actually want to. You're not manipulating your best friend.

    "Maybe some other night." Scorpius says softly, trying to cover the fact he was uncomfortable as hell.

     "Aweeeeeeeee, you're no funnnnnn! Party Pooper!" C-can wee cuddle? I loveeee youuu!" Albus says, sounding the tiniest bit less drunk.

     "I guess so." Scorpius says, laying down on his bed. Albus flops down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around his best friend. He asks sleepily "Will you be my *hiccup* boyfriennnnd?" he sounds a little less drunk, but far from sober.

Scorpius didn't answer, Albus started crying, getting out of the bed.

"Y-you don't love me! Why don't you looooove meeee? I looove youuu!" Albus quietly whines.

    "Alb- I lo- you're dr- I do love you, Albus. Let's talk about this in the morning, okay?"
"Okaaaaayyyy." Albus says, drunken and defeated. He gets back into the bed, Scorpius wraps his arms around Albus.
Albus fell asleep almost instantly after that.

    Scorpius on the other hand could not sleep. He kept looking over at Albus, watching him sleep. He knew Albus was gonna want a lazy day the next day, for he was most certainly gonna be hungover.

    Eventually, Scorpius grew tired. Right before he drifted off, he muttered,

   "I love you too, Al."

--
Albus wake up in Scorpius's arms.

What the fuck happened last night?

Suddenly, Albus remembers, and cringes.

bloody hell. Albus whispers to himself. Suddenly, he feels sick. He rushes to the toilet, and makes it just in time. He vomits profusely.

He realizes, he's gonna have a lot of explaining to do to Scorpius. As he's thinking, he realizes his last memory is of Scorpius saying something to him.

"I love you too, Al."