I'm Confused (A Cute Yaoi story)

Day 1 (Part 2)

"I found the drinks!" Lee yelled as he walked around the corner with bottles of alcohol in hand. An itch began to spread in my palm as the drinks were passed and everyone began laughing and chugging. You'd think the kid would be trying to stop this but he just smiled awkwardly and took a long swig out of a tequila bottle.

Chugging games started and some of the guys started jumping up onto the tables. God my heart was beating fast. I could feel the burn from the whiskey going down the throat of Jamison, the sweet after taste on Johns tongue from his Cosmopolitan, the hot feeling spreading in Lyson's stomach from the beer. Watching these people just let go seemed to tug my legs forward.

But, I'd done good for so long; no going back now. The hand I had unconsciously lifted slightly fell back down to my side. I turned and went back to the game. Tyler and Andy were both still playing since their parents were strict and expecting them back sooner rather than later.

Plopping myself down beside the shaggy blonde, Tyler, I grabbed a controller and began battling the aliens coming for us. While behind us it seems that the kid was spitting up the hard liquor he had chugged all the while the rest cheered him on and chugged their own drinks. Why's the kid going along with this, shouldn't he be worried about his place? Not my problem I guess.

"Damn!" I let out a loud curse when a stupid robot snuck up behind me and killed me while I was preoccupied with the enemy in front of me.

A snicker sounded from Tyler and Andy as they moved on while I re-spawned.

I swear some people never care for their teammates. Well this was how it went for the next half hour or so, the three of us gaming while the rest played drinking games and contemplated the strangest things in their state of drunkenness, which included the life cycle of frogs and why they start out as "fish-like creatures" and turn into "amphibians". Keep in mind most of these people want to become zoologists.

Then their was a scream. A terrified one at that. In a fluid motion I was on my feet and I was making my way over their in case someone was hurt. My heart beat way to fast and my mind ran with the possibilities of what happened. Someone fell of the table and hit their head, someone got into a fight and it didn't end good, and lastly, I wouldn't put it past these guys to go after another, especially if their all drunk.

But sadly none of those were right. It seemed that the kid had vomited all over his table and onto some of the guys who in turn shrieked at their sudden disgust. I think I've mentally face-palmed way to many times in such a short amount of time. The kid heaved onto his wooden table while the others jumped off to probably take of their puke covered clothes.

The ones who weren't puked on followed but still seemed to chug whatever it was in their hand. When the kid fell into his own vomit face-first I quickly made my way over and helped him to his room (Which apparently had a bathroom in it) He sort of whispered that that was where he wanted to go and so I had to oblige.

The kid had his arm wrapped around my neck while I held him up by the waist. His head occasionally lolled onto my shoulder and then back and around. I'm pretty sure he was trying to figure out where he was.

I led him into his bathroom and leaned him against the sink while I turned on the hot water for him.

"So, I'm sure you don't want me to undress you, so I'll go clean up the mess while you clean up." He needed to sober up and calm down, this was probably his first drink seeing how he reacted and so he needed to clean himself up and let the hangover pass.

He would definitely needed some coconut water and fresh watermelon. I'll have to look in the fridge for some for when he gets out of the shower. As I turn to leave a hand grips my shirt. The kid trembled and looked down so his rustic, brown hair hung over his face.