Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

3. Drunker

"The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for."

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"Do it." Grace smirked as we drew closer to the convenient store, crossing her arms. "You said you could do it easily. Now put your money where your mouth is, babe."

An excited sigh left my mouth, but I was unable to help the smile that was creeping along my face. I had never done anything like this at all in my life, and never thought I was going to do something like it. Throwing up the hood of my hoodie, I took yet another deep breath and walked inside as Grace waited outside. My heart raced like it was the engine of a sports car while I passed the cashier and went for the back of the store.

Through the aisle and down the drinks, I finally hit the back corner. There lied all of the alcohol, from cans to six-packs, and all the way up to bottles. As though it were my last breath, I picked up two of the six-packs and began the treacherous journey back to where I had come from - the doors. Before reaching the aisle I first went down when I came in, I stopped at the one before it and slowed down, making it look like I was searching for something specific. Yeah, because I totally needed over-the-counter Viagra.

The end of the aisle was coming into sight and I had reached it within that same minute. With the squeaking of my planted shoe, I had taken off like a rocket for space and was out of the doors as quick as I could have possibly been. Running out of the doors, I saw Grace standing a few feet ahead waving just as the cashier gave chase. I was able to catch up soon enough and passed on one of the boxes to her.

A bit of running away took us to a park that was built a good distance from that store, and it looked like we had lost him some time ago. Not only did he look exhausted, he was out of breath, too. What was even worse about him was that he was barely older than us and he couldn't keep up? Must've smoked too much, because there was no other reason for it. Not that it mattered a whole lot.

"I can't believe you took two, you idiot." she laughed, watching as I stuck legs straight out. "Hopefully we can finish it all."

"If we don't, then some homeless people got themselves an early birthday present or something." I looked at the cold, glass bottle. "It's not like we paid for it, so it really doesn't matter, right?"

Grace followed what I had done and stuck her legs out, resting them right over mine. "Sure, I guess. I do want to see what you're like drunk, though."

Holding up the cold beer, I studied what I could see inside of the brown bottle - which, needless to say, was brown. Besides more brown and the various signs of carbonation, it hadn't looked like much more than water in a glass bottle. I no idea why I was nervous over drinking a beer. I mean, it was my first time, but it couldn't have been that bad. It wasn't cocaine or even cigarettes.

I unscrewed the cap and took in the scent of this entirely new liquid. The smell came off as slightly bitter, but smoothed itself out in the same way an aftertaste would. I threw my hand up with a careless motion and decided to just take the drink. Initially, the taste was just as bitter as the smell, but the aftertaste wasn't that bad. It hadn't been great, but it wasn't bad. It was just good, and good enough to keep drinking with her.

All of this started because Grace had said I was too conservative, scared of doing every little thing. That wasn't true, at all. I was the one dating her, and I was the one sneaking out to come see her near nightly, or so it had seemed as of late. She wouldn't let the idea go, and told me to prove her wrong. That was how we ended up here, stealing the beer and drinking it at the park.

"Was your heart going absolutely nuts while you did it?" she had the feeling pegged, smiling like she was possessed. "I take it back, babe. I was wrong."