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Merry bloody Christmas-||Dylmas||

        By the time I showed up at Dyl's house, everyone was already drunk. Literally, piss-drunk. I guess I should get to the alcohol soon too. I walked around, knowing my way through his house having been there MULTIPLE times, to find the bar table set up with every bottle of alcohol I know, I know a lot of them too, sometimes I end up drinking one-too-many drinks and slowly walk my wasted ass to the apartment I had to buy in the U.S to be able to make it to "work" everyday. By work, I mean playing Newt in The Maze Runner, which is a lot less work and a lot more fun. I picked up a bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey and just walked away with the large bottle grasped in my hand. I saw Dyl and a bunch of his Teen Wolf  buddies in the corner with the beer keg. Dylan was upside down, beer sliding down his chin, and everyone around him was chanting "Chug, Chug, Chug, Chug" and Dyl just kept drinking. He ended up NOT throwing up which is pretty impressive but I knew he'd feel like shit tomorrow when I wake him up. MOST LIKELY, with my mood, I might have to crash at his house so I don't end up dying on my way "home" tonight. He opened his eyes, which were cloudy, and smirked at me. He got up, and randomly started to dance with the Christmas Tree. He winked at me and half sprinted over to me. 

        "You dr-r-ruuunk yet, Tommy?" He drawled and I giggled.

        "Nope, but I will be," I smirked and he saw the whiskey in my hand.

        "You gonna save some for the rest of the party?" He genuinely asked and I shook my head.

        "Nope... all mine," I said as I opened the bottle and downed a little less then half of the large bottle.

        "You drank before, or can you just suck down that whiskey naturally?" He was SO bloody drunk, it was funny to see.

        "You know I've drank before, you went with me once," I laughed and my head started to spin a little bit. I haven't picked up a bottle in a while, and truthfully, I wasn't initially going to, but...Never mind, let's just not talk about that...let's just chug a bit more.

        "Oh, yeah...," He said and I took a long pull on that bottle to where it was almost completely empty. A few people clapped and I smirked again...I smirk a lot when I'm drunk...am I drunk...I don't know, uh.

        "Am I drunk...?" I asked and then realized the pull in my voice. I sure am bloody drunk.

        "Totally...," Dyl said. I suddenly heard my name being called from some distance away. I turned around to see Ki running full speed at me.

        "Yo, Thomas...you know you don't drink any-"

        "Shh...no one will know..." I slurred.

        "Tell that to the reporters outside takin' hella pictures...Yeah."

        "Oh...shi-" And then I puked...all over Dyl's rug...

        "C'mon man, I'll bring you to Dyl's bed for now..." Ki literally threw me up onto his shoulder and walked up the stairs and into Dyl's room. He placed me onto the bed and I sobbed a bit into the blanket. Ki looked at me, raised his eyebrow, and slowly sat onto the bed. "What happened...?"

         I said "nothing" but I knew he had seen what others hadn't. The bruise forming under my eye and the multiple scratches up my arms.

        "Okay, now tell me the truth Thomas. What the fuck happened?" He looked concerned and I could tell he wasn't being fake. I went to speak but all that really came out was the weakest sounding "I'm sorry" I had ever said. Then, I cried. I leaned into his shoulder and cried. He pulled me a little bit closer and wrapped his arms around my shaking frame. Then, Dylan emerged into the room and looked at me, surprise written all over his face, as well as concern. I think I may have basically sobered him.

        "What the fuck...? Who the FUCK hurt you? I swear I will-"

        "The bruise i-i-is from this oth-oth-other college st-u-udent who happened to live b-b-b-by me and knew me from s-s-s-school... let's just say we were n-n-n-not on very g-g-g-good terms with each other...," I sobbed after that last part, leaning into Ki a lot more and giving room for Dyl to move close to me.

         "I swear, what I will do-"

         "Dyl, stop...I deserved it. I-I-I, I-"

        " No...you don't deserve any of this shit, and I'm guessing those scars are-"

        "Please...don't point-t-t th-th-them out..." I had tear streaks all over my face and my bruised eye ended up swelling. Tyler must have taken control and sent everyone home because there was a lack of screaming and a gain of vacuum cleaner noise. Dyl inched closer to me, asking Ki to leave for a bit. He obliged and once the door closed, I felt a kiss lay itself onto my lips. We weren't "out of the closet" so to speak with our relationship so we were quiet as we kissed. He took my scar-littered wrist into his arms and kissed each individual cut softly. He kissed away my tears, and giggled when it made me groan a bit. He kissed my bruised eye and we laid down, saying a breathy "Merry Christmas" as we fell asleep.

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(A/N: HOLY SHIT I'M BACK!! So, yeah... I realized how I have been downgrading a bit on my stories so I gave myself a pretty long break...but I HAD to do a holiday story. If you don't celebrate Christmas, that is fine...happy whatever-the-fuck-you-celebrate HOLIDAYS!! I will be getting a lot more time to write because I AM GETTING ADOPTED MOTHA FUCKA'S!! I will be given a phone added to their phone plan so I will have interwebz access a lot more! Thank you for reading and if you liked this story, comment about it and vote it...? But, yeah..... LOVE YA'LL SO FUCKING MUCH!! See ya fuckers!)