what goes at a late night party.

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Wesley Rush's eyes snapped open.
His eyes linger around the dark room, until reaching the girl beside him, sleeping peacefully. He had realized that the girl was naked with only the thin covers to censor her private parts, and then upon realizing, he noticed that he was, too.
Wesley came to the solution that they had sex, and judging by the lack of anything looking familiar in this room, he knew that this room wasn't his.
He could hear the loud bass of the music that was playing downstairs and realized that he was at a party and that he was awfully drunk. He shuffled out of the bed, searched for his clothes which he eventually found to put on.
If he had any memory of his sexual endeavors with this girl, then he would have predicted it to be less of a experience and more of a job. He had to have sex with loads of girls, because he was a bad boy, and that's what they do, break people's hearts whilst simultaneously making people fall for him.
But the sad thing was, the person he actually wanted for them to fall for him, wasn't interested in bad boys, or boys for that matter. It was his best friend Chris Lennon, the boy-next-door kind of guy, with a type of unmasked cuteness to him and country vibe.
Wesley didn't know how he had gained this type of attraction, but he knew he didn't regret it even if he tried. He liked him. End of. And he would do anything to gain his love, even if he was an homophobic asshole.
And so, that's why sex was a job, he had to use it as something to get people distracted by. So instead of people thinking, 'oh this guy must be gay, he's in love his best friend' they would most likely be thinking, 'oh this guy could be gay, but he's a bad boy sex addict who has sex with girls on a daily'. That's what Wesley didn't want, but needed if he didn't want his best friend to hate him for it. He might want Chris to love him, but he didn't want lose a great friendship and so he decided to keep it a secret until he finally wants to admit it. Until then he was the high school's most notorious bad boy, a heart breaker and rule breaker of sorts, with perfect looks and a handsome face to fall for. He was Wesley The Bad Boy, and Wesley The Bad Boy, didn't have major crushes on boys.
He took a last glance at the girl sleeping peacefully before leaving the room. Wesley had no idea who this girl was, and why he had agreed to having sex with her, but he did, and that was the only thing to it.
For some reason, his legs seemed to not properly work, leaving him to hobble like a pirate with crack. It was probably the drink kicking in, whatever drink it might be, Wesley thought. He headed downstairs, holding the railings to stable himself in case of accidental fall.
He glanced at the many people at the party, doing all the things they would do at a party. Wesley could vividly remember that he came to the party with Chris, and so his main objective was to look for him.
For some odd reason, Wesley felt like this party had something off about it, or perhaps it was just the drink talking. Maybe he just needed to sit down and rest. Maybe that. No, bad Wesley, no, he needed to look for Chris, Chris would tell him everything and take him home in his new car, he knew it.
Wesley continued to search for Chris, until an overwhelming feeling of sickness washed down him, making him rush outside to threw up, careful not to get it anywhere on him. He felt sick and now was sick, great. His breath smelt like vomit and beer, so he had to settle with a couple of mints conveniently stashed in his jean pockets to snack on so that the stench that was his breath could deteriorate.
"Wes?" Said a wavering and uncertain voice. Wesley craned his neck to see Chris. He wiped his mouth behind his sleeve and stood up straight, trying to not look as disgusting.
"Oh hey, Chris, my savior" slurred Wesley, leaning in to pat Chris's back. Wesley's head was spiraling and his vision was slowing fading. Chris frowned.
"Wesley, you're drunk, so let me just take you home, okay?" Chris said assuringly.
Wesley shook his head in disagreement but allowed Chris to take him carefully to his car. Chris opens the door to the passenger seat, allowing Wesley to slip in, and Wesley did so with courtesy. As Chris went to go and enter the driver's seat, Wesley had time to shut the door and put on his seatbelt.
They drove back to Wesley's home in silence, with Wesley's staring out the window, slowly becoming tired by the second. Once they had arrived, and Chris had opened the door for the drunk Wesley to get out of, Wesley started to speak.
"Dude, can I tell you something?" Wesley asked, gesturing for Chris to lean in. Chris hesitated, expecting him to burp in his face of do something childish, yet leaned in. And suddenly, out of thin air, Wesley pulled Chris into a quick sloppy kiss, before Chris could pulled away.
For a mere second, Chris could see the utter regret written across Wesley's face, and then it suddenly subsided after the kiss. Wesley wiped his mouth before giggling like an idiot.
"You taste like fucking strawberries" Wesley pointed out, before eventually stepping it the car and walked up to his house to unlock the front door not even bothering to look back and notice the pure disgust on Chris's face.
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