twink x twunk ((a cheorge fanfiction))

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// this was was intentionally written to sound like god's mistake, because that's what it is//

maybe charlie was looking in the wrong places. maybe he was trying so hard to have something, anything, that it left him with nothing at all. as hard as he tried and as much as he hoped, it was common knowledge that charlie would never have the romance he so desired. the reason why? because charlie was a bender who kept falling for straight guys.

if it was something he could control, then he'd surely be in a happy relationship with some twink from brighton by now. but he could never be satisfied with that. only a high class member of lads zone international could make charlie feel proper attraction, but as soon as they spoke it was obvious they were straight, and immensely unappealing nonetheless.

but george was different.

he was the type of mad lad to ACTUALLY make a slice of toast if you dared him, and that excited charlie. he was the type of mad lad that was strangely enticing for the slightest of reasons. most LZI youngers would flinch at the thought of a homosexual. a fair amount of bruises and lasting external damage were just some of the gifts he'd receive.

so when george gave him no hurt, charlie was more than surprised. "if you don't want to be around me anymore i understand," he would say after informing george of his sexuality, expecting the worst outcome possible. to that, george would just laugh and kindly imply that he was a knacker. and as charlie let himself fall in love with george, he knew the previous statement was true.

now, i know what you're thinking. jesus christ, that's fucking gay. and you know what? you're completely right. because that's what charlie was thinking too. despite meeting many homosexual heterosexuals in his days, every time george talked to charlie he could feel himself becoming a complete and utter disaster gay. he became such a disaster that he was beginning to become deluded.

maybe things could work. maybe george was down to engage in a romantic relationship that filtered itself under the guise of a platonic one. charlie knew the answers were negative, but he wanted nothing more than to have one most lad seeming people turn out to interested in guys. mentally, things were actually turning out fine for a bit. until george got a girlfriend.

he had absolutely nothing against her. charlie didn't know her name as he would do out of his way to forget it, but he was happy for her. he wished her the best in all she did. it wasn't the girl he was upset with, rather, charlie decided to direct any unwarranted anger and sadness to george. it was george who led him on and pretended that something between them could matter, not his girlfriend.

so charlie drank another pint and proceeded to laugh with him. it was pointless yelling, trying to argue over something so utterly obscene that it would be better to just let his thoughts drift softly out of his mind. the thot who had ruined his homosexual tension was out of sight and, at least for now, out of mind. it had been a few days since charlie had last heard word of her and he wasn't in the mood to have that streak broken.

if this conversation was had about a month earlier, they would no longer be speaking to each other because charlie would've been completely unable to prevent himself from telling george how he felt. but over the course of his friend's fresh new relationship charlie had learned how to better hold his booze. he had to, otherwise george would know that he couldn't bare to be sober around him.

i was going to make a funny and quirky comment about how sad his life had become solely because george's feelings for him were so utterly elusive that they appeared to be nonexistent. then i remembered i was dedicating my time to writing a gay fanfiction, so my life is far sadder in comparison which leaves me in no place to judge.

anyways, as the pair became more and more intoxicated, charlie came to the realization that george was a different type of drunk to the last time they'd had drinks together. as previously stated, george used to be the type of Mad Fucking Lad who would GENUINELY lie on the ground if you told him to to, but something had changed. the spazmoid that george once was had crumbled into a freshly depressed bloke who planned on spending the night complaining.

so when george began ranting about his relationship being rocky for a solid forty five minutes, charlie was less than comfortable. the alcohol had removed some of the immense awkwardness from the situation, but he was still sober enough to take in every word george was saying until he finally ended it with a disgruntled "-and then she broke up with me!"

"oh, sorry about that mate," charlie replied simply, a false emphatic tone to his voice as george groaned and leaned forward, resting his near empty bottle on the coffee table next to him. a slight joyless laugh came from george's mouth when he quirked his eyes up to look at the attractive twink sitting across from him, idly flicking the glass bottle halfway down the table.

"it's fine, i wasn't much into her anyway." although it made him instantly feel like a spanner, hearing the words come out of george's mouth made charlie genuinely gasp. of course, george just laughed at this before enquiring about why he was so shocked. "well, i'd assumed that you liked her. why were you even dating her if you didn't?"

as he watched george sink back into his armchair, charlie instantly knew something was wrong. the two second long out bursts of laughter george kept producing were becoming mildly unnerving, not just because of the fact nothing humorous was being said - in charlie's mind, it seemed more sad than anything else. "of course you assumed, that doesn't automatically mean you're right!"

although said with tones of amusement it was clear george was quite annoyed. his statement came out as a yell, causing charlie to flinch the slightest bit. instant regret flooded into george's mind when he saw the look of sheer confusion on charlie's face. all george could do was sigh, apologise briefly but, and sigh again. "you're acting well strange mate, are you okay?"

george reached across the table to take one final swig of his drink before slamming it down on the table and hastily standing up, swaying from side to side as he lost his balance momentarily. by the look in his eyes charlie could tell george had gone into full mad lad mode. with the power of both god and anime on his side, george stumbled over to charlie and sat down beside him.

it might've just been the alcohol influencing him, but as george clumsily took both of charlie's hands into his own, charlie could only hope that he was sober enough to process the situation. otherwise, this gay little moment they were sharing would be no more than a memory charlie would have to keep quiet in the back of his mind.

"not emotionally," george finally answered, a one sided grin spread across his face as he watched the Gay Male turn a dark shade of red. his eyes idly searched around the room before eventually fixating on his friend's face. the pair of homosexuals could do nothing but stare at each other as everything around them seemed to simply disappear.

so george leaned in, and charlie followed suite. neither one had a clue what they were doing, but it was still quite pleasant on both ends to finally cut apart the homosexual tension and actually close the lingering gap between them. despite passing the boundaries of being merely tipsy long ago, they still weren't entirely numb yet. meaning they could feel just enough.

just enough to enjoy themselves before george was waking up in the middle of the day with no recollection of the night before. upon seeing their lack of clothing, though, he was able to figure out pretty fast. with charlie's head against his chest, george simply smiled at the bender before letting himself fall peacefully back to sleep.

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// this took me like three fucking weeks i know the meme is dead this is disgraceful hope u like it //