A Secret

Hell

Michael was rich. And I mean RICH. His house was huge, no, not a house...a mansion. Axel, Ross, and I would always joke about him being on his private yacht whenever he would miss school.

This party was a full blast party, I could feel the vibrations of the music from miles away. Axels mom was kind enough to loan us a ride since Axel and I both didn't have cars yet.

We got dropped off and the house was so crowded that the people started spilling out into the backyard.

"Did Mikey invite the whole damn school?" Axel breathed.

"Knowing the money attracted assholes, probably some even invited themselves," I groaned.

We then walked straight into hell.

                                  *****

"Well blimey, all these people are bladdered!" Exclaimed Loui.

"Thank you kind lad," Axel says smirking.

Loui had recently moved from London and was currently living with Michael because Michael's parents somehow knew them...in a very confusing way. Loui's parents were still living in London, but we weren't sure if he was going to move back or they were coming over. Loui will definitely be enjoying the American experience with Mike.

A guy staggered by holding a half full glass with a stupid grin on his face. He looked around 22 and I started wondering what kind of people had come to this party.

He had joined our friend group but was more on the quiet side and enjoyed observing whatever we did or said. He had been our friend for around a month and was learning well. He had an accent though, most people would ask him random things just to here is voice.

Not going to lie, British accents are the hottest.

The drunk guy grabbed onto Axel's shoulder and started to giggle uncontrollably.

"Well hello there, pretty lady would you like to dance?" The guy slurred.

Axel's face turned tomato-red and I all but fell on the floor laughing. I looked up to see Axel getting dragged away by the guy to the dance floor.

"I told Axel he needed to get a haircut," I say between gasps of laughter.

Not too long passed when Axel finally returned his face still bright red.

"Well shit, Axel your looking awfully pretty today maybe you'll catch another guy," I say in between laughs.

"Took me a while to shake him off, he was pretty strong for a drunk," Axel sighs.

"So much for the Axe," I say, throwing myself into another fit of laughter.

Loui was grinning from ear to ear, now that I think of it I've never heard him laugh, I wonder how it sounds like....

"Well blow me!" Loui says grinning.

"Loui, what did I say about using your British slang, I've told you some things mean something else over here," Axel says wrapping an arm around his shoulders, snickering.

"I'm sure someone here would blow you anytime, Loui," Mike says coming up from behind them.

"AYE! Mike my man, how are you!?" Axel says grinning.

I glance over at Loui who seems confused, until Axel leans over and whispers in his ear. His whole face changes and I almost laugh as I know what's happening.

"Bloody hell, I didn't know it meant to...do that to your willie!?" Loui exclaimed.

We all couldn't help but crack up at that.

                                      *******

I wander around, somewhere through the evening I lose Mike, Loui, and Axel in the crowd. The crowd was becoming was too suffocating and just overall annoying, I had to get some fresh air.

I sit down by the huge pool. Did I mention they had a pool the size of a lake? Well yeah that's what rich people can do.

I was tired, the lack of sleep was finally hitting me hard. I would go home but I would probably have to walk for hours before I finally got home.

"James?" I hear a voice behind me.

I nearly fell face first into the pool, ahem or lake, and I twist around to see Loui looking sheepishly at me.

"Shit Loui, you scared the crap out of me, I'm surprised I'm not shaking water out of my shoes right now," I say laughing.

He looks at me but his usually sparkling green-blue eyes are slightly unfocused.

"Hey Loui, you alright," I ask suddenly worried.

"Yes...no...I'm not positive, people kept handing me drinks and I didn't want to be rude..." he says trailing off.

"Gosh Loui, doesn't Mike teach you," I say exasperated,"I don't know back in England but, here pretty much everyone is an asshole."

"Michael has taught me a lot," he says, his chest swelling with pride.

"Here, since you live with Mike, I'll help you get to your room. Make sure to keep it closed and locked so no one accidentally gets in," I say.

I wrap his arm around my shoulder and help him walk through the crowd. We eventually get to his room , which might I add, is huge and it's just a guest room.

"Damn Loui, I'm jealous," I say laughing.

He smiles at me, probably not even registering what I just said. I help him into his bed because he can barely tell his left from right now. 'Wonder what was in those drinks,' I think silently.

I try laying him down gently but he has a strong grip on me and I end up toppling over onto the bed. I stare up at the ceiling finally registering what's happening and I glance over at Loui who is curled up next to me, fast asleep.

My breath stops, I don't want to move so I don't disturb his sleep. I can't help but stare at him, his features soft and relaxed in his sleep. His pale lips were slightly parted, his breath light and his golden hair glowed in the lamplight. His eyelashes flutter in his sleep as I can only wonder what he's dreaming. I was only about two inches away from him and he was practically curled up against me.

His hair smelt nice, it was probably soft as silk too.

My breath hitches, I reach out a hand to touch his hair...

Wait what the hell was I thinking about..? I stare at Loui sleeping peacefully, millions of questions running through my mind. As quick as I can, I roll off the bed and run out of the room not looking back to see if I woke him.

What the Hell just happened?