V (boyxboy short stories)

Vs that never made it.

This might be long. I'm basically putting up every short story I've started but abandoned from lack of potential. Most aren't finished, but some are, it's bound to be a fun read I suppose.

 (neither of them is edited)

-Vodka

     Vodka was one interesting individual.

     No, his name wasn't Vodka, of course, it was just his nickname given by the students of the Information Technology University. The reason he was known as that was, well... kind of easy to deduce, especially as one would see him wobbling along the hallways, interacting with everyone and everyone interacting with him.

     You'd think he'd get in trouble for drunkenly attending classes (whenever he bothered to) and yes, he did get in trouble- that is, only when some teacher would take the time to try and have an alcohol tester shoved down his throat, because the man had such a way with words that he would often times manage to get out of unpleasant situations despite the facts against him being obvious.

     Other times, he would just get suspended for a couple days, but never would the principal intend on going as far as expelling him for good. Vodka was one of the cleverest computer experts around, as ridiculous as that might be.

     His brain found it in itself to take the industrial quantities of alcohol to its advantage and use it in order to think more open-mindedly. That was just what a computer expert had to do as they worked on, say, a program. Whereas some would grip at their hair for hours in attempt to fix the errors, Vodka's intoxicated imagination would simply put himself in the computer's 'shoes'.

     But that was just Kevin's theory, at least. Really, he couldn't imagine a better justification for Vodka's grades, now that he took the sight of the man just being himself.

     Vodka was just stumbling down the corridor with that ever lasting smile of his. It was faint and dimpled, with the lower lip bitten as if he was continuously keeping himself from laughing at whatever inside joke he was sharing with himself.

     Kevin stood on his spot next to his friend Liam, awaiting for his turn as he saw Vodka cling from person to person, as if they were lianas to his Tarzan.

     "Jackson!" the man greeted an individual, laying his entire weight on the student's side as he darted an arm around his shoulder. The guy laughed and tugged him up as he was about to fall. "How's Michael doing?" he asked, at which his friend laughed brightly, pointing to his left where another guy was grinning.

     "Michael!" Vodka greeted, jumping from the current host to the other. "How's Jackson doing?" he joked, at which both friends and a few people around laughed.

     The drunken slid off the man and moved away, barely taking a few steps before he clung to yet another person, this time a girl. "Oh, Annabelle!" he sighed, running a hand down her chubby, blushing face. "Your eyes all the secrets tell, and your hair I love to smell, from sky an angel fell, my dear, beloved Annabelle!" he chuckled, pecking her forehead and letting her go, which in turn caused him to fall back against a wall.

     The girl's friends giggled along with her and watched as the man pushed himself from the wall, trailing a hand along it while walking in order to support himself.

     Kevin laughed along, amazed at how the man managed to cheer everyone up by offering them just the right amount of attention one could ask for- despite the fact he got all of their names wrong. The first guy was named simply Jack, not Jackson, the second one was Michelle, not Michael, and the girl was named Beatrice, not nearly close Annabelle. Then again, there was only so much you could ask from a drunk guy, really.