The Price of Popularity (BoyxBoy)

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Asher woke up with a headache that felt as if a tiny hunter was shooting miniature bullets into his frontal cortex, and it wasn’t just normal miniature bullets, it was those ones that explode on impact, just to cause more damage and pain to the poor, defenceless victim.

Well, Asher wasn’t exactly defenceless and innocent, he was the one who drank enough beer to cause this to happen, but blame wasn’t going to help his head. The sunlight streaming in through the large double window was blinding and Asher threw his head under the covers in a last ditch effort to gain a few more precious hours of sleep.

Thankfully it worked and when he woke up for the second time his headache had been reduced to a dull ache, and his body felt actually rested after all those hours of sleep. He rolled around on his dark blue sheets, looking around his still painfully bright room. He had quite a simple room, a large dark framed bed in the centre with a desk along one wall and a walk in wardrobe along the other. The desk was pressed up under the large double windows and had on it only his laptop and a few pens.

Asher’s room was clean, but he feared a much darker fate awaited him once he left the safety of his untouched room. He reluctantly pulled himself from the cocoon of warmth that was his bed, and ventured into the hallway, where he could already see the damage caused by the party. A couple of beer bottles at on the ground, placed randomly, and as he looked down the hall towards the living room he could see some of the damage.

He walked almost hesitantly towards the main rooms of the house, stepping silently almost as if the damage was a real creature hiding behind furniture waiting to pounce. He wasn’t literally attacked when he reached the end of the hallway, but what he found wasn’t much better. The place was littered with beer bottles and empty cups. For some unknown reason each piece of furniture looked like it had been moved to the other side of the room than it was originally.

The only good thing was that there were no passed out party guests still on the property that he could see. He took a walk through the house, surveying the damage. It seemed that nothing was too bad, just a lot of bottles and spilt drinks, all of which he could deal with.

Asher went to the kitchen and grabbed a garbage bag and started to fill it up with the remains of the party. He had cleaned the kitchen by the time his phone rang, and he had to walk around the house for a while to find where the noise was coming from.    

He found the small silver object in between the couch cushions, and he pulled it out just after the ringing stopped. The phone had seemed to have gotten a work out that morning, as he had five missed calls and many missed texts.

The missed calls read,   

                Danny – 9:00am

                Danny – 9:40am

                Dad – 9:55am

                Danny – 11:05am      

The texts were mostly from people who came to the party, thanking him for the great time. One was from his father;

Tried calling but you didn’t answer, I hope you are having a good weekend. I will be home Monday morning. – Dad

Asher didn’t bother replying to his father, even though his dad was a good father he was always busy with work, his boss calling him away all the time.