Walking Sins (BoyxBoy)

Pretend

This chapter was probably one of the longest, so i have split it. The other half of it should be out soon too
Erik^^

Erik's phone call was alarming to say the least. Not only was he quite obviously distressed, but he was clearly very drunk. My need to make sure he was okay was unfortunately stronger than the need to stay in bed and wilt away.

Looking up at Dave's house, I let out a sigh. It had been almost two years since I had last been here. Truthfully, I hadn't thought I'd return ever.

Fucking Erik...

I was partially annoyed myself, yet also glad that I had dragged myself out of bed - and for this of all things. I was conflicted between being happy that Erik had drunkingly called me - it always meant somethig meaningful in movies - and angry for getting up and coming when I shouldn't be giving him the time of day.

Really, I should have just stayed at home, told Erik to fuck off and ignored him for the rest of high school. Maybe ceasing communication with him would be a tad too much, but as much as I hated to say it, Erik had hurt me.

So, in spite of this fact, here I was, staring at my enemies house and about to venture inside because I was hopelessly in love with a certain boy hidden behind the walls.

The music was loud even outside, not loud enough that the neighbors would be too annoyed but were probably getting tired of it very quickly. There were a few people on the front lawn, not too many, and they all seemed relatively sober.

I made my way through the main part of the house, hating muself every step I took. I glanced in every corner, looking for Erik. Honestly, I thought it would be been easy to find a loud mouth blond, but, once again, I was proven wrong. I had a few hands grab at me, one girl tried to get me to dance with her - which resulted in a narrow escape on my part when I spun her into an oncoming person.

This is why you don't go to parties.

I asked several people along the way, all of which pointed to the kitchen. Getting there was rather difficult; I had to dodge a table, a group of stoners - pot was natural and therefore was fine to smoke in their book - and a couple heavily making out in the doorway.

I could practically smell the pheromones.

When I did finally reach the kitchen, I had to pause. Then blink. Then re-assess.

There Erik was, standing in front of the kitchen island, six shots lined up in front of him, and chucking them back like they were his life line. I felt my eyes widen in horror.

Dear Lord he's gonna fucking kill himself...

Moving hastily around the kitchen bench, I was able to stop him from having his forth shot with a quick grab of his arm. Erik paused, frowning at his hand and then moving his eyes slowly to me.

Lighting up like a church on Christmas, Erik grinned, throwing his arms around me in an instant. Stumbling back, I managed to pull him off me and looked into his eyes.

"Hi Jay!" He laughed, it was a much higher pitch then I was used to from the blond. "I'm gonna call you Jay now,"

I nodded, holding down everything I was feeling. In actuality, I was feeling a lot and my face couldn't figure out which emotion was most predominant.

Just stay level headed, Justin.

"Alright, that's fine but we need to get you home."

As if personally killing off whatever high he had built up, Erik tried getting away. "No - I waannnna stay!"

His attempt wasn't very successful given that he had the speed of a snail. I sighed, reaching an arm around his waist, pulling him away from the counter where his arms stretched out to hold on to.