No Homo Tho <3 || [Bronnie]

58.5

RV: happy birthday

BF: well ur a liltel late

BF: little late*

RV: i sang happy birthday 2 u like 3 secs ago

BF: it tok us 3 sekonds to get this drunk

RV: yeh

BF: is it weird we re in the sam room 2gether??

RV: no

RV: is weird we're on the same couch tho

Brandon crawled over to Ronnie and rested his chin on his shoulder, letting out a very drunk low-giggle.

"You're such a lightweight, Brandon," Ronnie hiccuped.

"Am not," Brandon argued, eyes closed, definitely a lightweight.

"You've had four glasses of champagne and now you're drunk texting me--while we're in the same room!"

"You always do it to me! Now it's my turn!" Brandon flopped back onto the couch and managed to dig his phone out of his pocket.

BF: how u doin ;)

RV: lookin at ur double chin

BF: wht?

RV: when u lay down u got 2 chins

Brandon looked up at Ronnie and glared. He adjusted his chin doing nothing to the folds under it. He was really going to let Ronnie have it now -- he began texting furiously.

BF: . . .

RV: old man how it feel to be almost 40

BF: u R 40

RV: shu up ol man

BF: i feel young

RV: gud 4 u

RV: u look yung

BF: aw bbyyy

RV: u also look drunk hee hee

They looked up at each other, both in the double chin position. Without warning, Brandon threw himself onto Ronnie--not in a heat of passion, but rather in the heat of confused frustration. "I wanna--I wanna fuckin' fight you sometimes, you know?"

"Then we should fucking fight!" Ronnie barked.

Neither of them moved, much less fight. In fact, they didn't move for hours -- Brandon eventually feel asleep on Ronnie, who was too drunk to realize Brandon was anymore than just a heavy blanket. He too, would fall asleep.