Yes No or Maybe

Alfie

I hear a knock on my door early this morning; at first I tell myself I'm going to ignore it. But being me, I end up getting out of bed and open the door.
It of course ends up being Joey.
Although it's a bit odd that he's awake this early.
But before I can even say anything, he pulls me close and puts his arms around me. I yelp in surprise and say, "Uh, Joey."
He doesn't say anything; instead he tightens his arms around me.
"Hug me back," he says, sounding a bit upset.
I raise a curious eyebrow and tell him, "Uh, okay," before wrapping my arms around him with a hesitant laugh.
God, it feels great to be in his arms.
If only he understood.
I feel my face heat up from his touch.
"Thanks." He says.
And he just stays that way. He doesn't pull back or anything, and now I'm quite concerned.
Also my bladder tells me that I need to release. Fuck.
"Uh... will you let me go now? I have to use the bathroom." I let out a nervous chuckle.
"Nope."
"No-seriously Joey, my bladder is going to explode." I say panicking a bit.
"I don't care," he replies, wrapping his arms around me even tighter.
"Joey, please." I say, gasping. "Seriously I need to piss. Oh my God."
Fuck.
He finally pulls back, to my dismay, and rolls his eyes. "Fine then."
I only nod before rushing off to the bathroom. From behind, I can hear Joey laughing.
That dick.
After using the bathroom, I head up to the kitchen, where Joey is making breakfast. I never knew that Joey can cook up until recently.
"Good morning," I greet him, though we've already seen each other this morning.
Joey looks a bit startled as he looks up from the sausages he's frying. "O-oh. Good morning."
I raise an eyebrow and smile teasingly. "What's going on in your mind?"
No answer.
"Uh... Things..." he finally says, his eyes back on the food he's cooking.
I furrow my eyes together in thought.
I mentally shrug before taking a seat y the kitchen counter. "What's for breakfast?" I ask, my eyes are slipping low...err than it should.
He just has a really nice ass.
This is a nice view. Ha.
"Sausages, eggs and stuff," he answers, shrugging a shoulder.
I can smell the food already. Mm.
"And stuff. Very informative," I tease, letting out a chuckle.
"Shut up," I hear him jokingly say.
I smile a bit.
If we could go back to the way we used to be, I'd be very glad.
Later that morning, I decide to edit some videos for my gaming channel, and a video for my main channel.
God, it's so much work, but I enjoy it as well, believe it or not.
I like making these content for my viewers, so a little hard work is nothing.
Most of the day is just spent on editing. I take a few breaks in-between to shower, piss and eat, but nothing other than that, it's all about the editing.
I'll admit it gets boring but hey, work is supposed to be boring.
I find myself yawn a bit as I check the time. The clock read 6:53.
Holy shit.
Is it already this late?
What the fuck?
I let out a sigh, more in relief than anything. At least I got the editing out of the way, which I'm more than happy about.
Less work for me.
I pull out my phone and open twitter, smiling a bit as I tweet, new gaming video uploading! Should be up in 30 minutes. :D
I send out the tweet and then shove the phone back into my pocket.
Not even a minute later I hear yelling from upstairs.
"NO. I don't care about what you want. I'm sorry but that's just it. I don't feel that way anymore. I did back then, but you decided to break of again, didn't you?" I hear Joey say.
I don't know who he's talking too, but he seems angry and annoyed.
I gulp a bit before leaving the room.
I slowly walk up the stairs, just standing on the steps, not wanting to be seen.
I'm totally not listening in on the conversation.
Joey's voice gets louder as I approach the steps.
I glance over out of the curiosity and see that he's on his phone. He's pacing around our living room, seeming quiet and enraged.
"I TOLD YOU," he yells, "I don't feel the same way anymore! What don't you understand? I don't give two flying fucks about you! Just leave me the fuck alone. Jesus. You're the one who wanted to break it off when I loved you! So don't come crawling back to me you slag just because you want a shag. GOODBYE ELLIE."
He must have hung up on Ellie.
From what I heard, it sounded like he was talking to Ellie, his ex.
"Fuck!" I hear him yell.
I take a peek at him. He looks like he's about to throw something across the room, damn he looks so sexy.
I gulp again, felling my heart ache.
I don't want to see him this way.
I don't know if I should go comfort him or leave him alone. Honestly, I'm scared.
I take a deep breath before doing what I think is right. I walk up the rest of the stairs and approach him.
He's sitting on our sofa, fuming.
I walk over to him, slowly – a step at a time, and plop down next to Him. "Hey man," I say, my voice soft and quiet. "You okay?"
Joey doesn't speak for the next minute. He just buries his face in his hands.
I feel my stomach churn.
All I want to do is wrap my arms around him and kiss him, comfort him. But I cannot do those things.
I wish I could.
"I... That was Ellie," he finally says, his voice cracking up. "Sh-she called me."
Is he crying?
God, I just want to pull him closer and do anything and everything in my power to make him feel good.
Instead, I just gulp and ask, "What'd she said?"
There's another silence before he answers me. "She... she said she wanted to get back together."
At this point I literally feel my heart shatter at the sound of that.
"And..." I say, hoping he gets the message to continue.
He does.
"I told her no. I didn't want to get back together with her. I don't love her anymore. I..." his voice rises before it calms down into a raspy soft one.
"I don't know what to do, Alfie."
Joey scoots closer to me and buries his face into my shoulder. He sniffles and I feel his shoulders shake when he cries, wetting my shoulder.
Oh God, he's crying.
I don't usually see Joey this emotional.
I don't know what to do.
So I do the only thing I can think of.
I wrap m shaky arms around him and pull him closer, letting him cry on me. With one hand, I stroke his back, whispering comforting things to him.
"It's okay, man. Cry it out. It's fine. Everything will be okay."
That only makes him cry harder.
Fuck.
"You... You don't understand. Alfie, I... I just... I don't know what to do... I... I have fucking feeling's for someone I shouldn't... I..." He says while stampering, sniffling and hiccupping in between.
I know I shouldn't be feeling jealous at the fact that he has feelings for someone, but I do. I can't help it.
So many questions pop up in my mind. Who is she? What's she like? Is she better than me? Can I compete against her?
Shit!
"It's okay man..." I say again, though I know it won't make a change.
I feel my own eyes sting with tears.
Not now Alfie Jenkins.
I close my eyes, trying to stop the tears. "It'll be okay," I say with my voice cracking.
We stay like that for the next minute, Joey still crying into my shoulder and I'm still trying to stop the tears.
Finally Joey pulls back, looking away as he wipes his tears away. "Uh. Man. Ugh, I really need to hit a club," he says, laughing a bit.
"Joey, you're 20," I point out.
"I'll be 21 in a few weeks, so it's no biggie."
"You shouldn't be drinking..." I try to protest. I really don't want to get him into a habit of under aged drinking, or a habit of drinking in general.
"You're not the boss of me, Alfie! You can't tell me what to do!" His voice is suddenly loud and rough, making me flinch a bit.
He must have noticed me flinch because his face softens and his voice becomes quiet as he says, "I'm so sorry Alfie... I... I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just really upset right now... sorry."
"N-no, you're right. I... don't have the right to tell you what to do..." I say hesitantly, felling my heart ache.
I think he hates me now.
Shit.
"Seriously, I'm sorry-"Joey begins.
But I cut him off.
"Let's go to the club," I say, getting off our couch. "Let's go."
I think he's too tired and upset to protest.
"Well, if things do get out of hand, I got you," he softly says, smiling a bit. "You can bring my ass back home." He smirks.
I can't help but chuckle at that. "Deal."
It's dark at the club, a million different coloured lights flashing all over as people struggle to get through the crowd- as people dance on the crowded dance floor.
I wouldn't really call it dancing- more like... grinding against each other.
Ugh. Disgusting.
Joey and I are those people who are having a hard time getting through the crowd.
I don't even know why the club is so crowded. What the hell? It's usually not this busy.
Once we do make it to the bar, Joey immediately plops down onto a stool and starts ordering shots.
Mother of hell.
I sit down next to him in time to hear him order types of tequila, vodka, something called jack Daniels and a fucking list of other shit I've never heard of.
What the fuck?
He's not even legal age and he knows way more brands than me. Fuck.
Maybe that's because I don't really drink...
"Uh, Joey, I think you should slow down." I try to say, but the music probably dies down my voice because he seems to ignore me.
The bartender mixes him his drinks and when he's done, he places eight cups in front of Joey. Then he glances over at me. "Need anything sir?" he asks nearly purring.
Okay, I don't know why but it makes me feel really uncomfortable. He gives me this really weird look and looks at me like he's undressing me with is eyes.
I just quickly shake my head, declining. If I get drunk, then we'll die on the way home.
I glance over at Joey in time to see him down the forth cup. "Shit Joey-Joey," I begin, taking the glass from him. "Stop drinking them so quickly. You'll get sick, or worse, drunk."
"It-its... fine," he says, shaking his head a bit quickly, as if to clear his mind. He giggles a second later, reaching over for another shot. "It's alright, Alfie-"He downs a glass of tequila before I can stop him. "I'm fine!"
He raises his hands in the air, causing the glass from his hand to drop and fall and break with a crash.
"Oooops..." He giggles again. "Didn't mean to do that!" his word's begins to slur and I know he's probably drunk, or at least a little bit tipsy.
"Fuck, Joey, we need to get you back home- this is bad," I start to say, but Joey just gets up stumbling off.
"Wait, where are you going?" I call after him, grabbing his hand accidently.
He looks over his shoulder and at me before staring at the hand that held his. His eyes meet mine again.
I fell my face burn up in embarrassment and I quickly let go of is hand. "S-sorry," I stammer.
I hear him snort as he staggers away off to the dance floor.
I'm torn by wanting to pull him back to me and following him to dance. I can actually pull off the dancing part; he's drunk he won't remember.
But I also don't think it's a good idea.
My eyes search the crowd for Joey, and when I finally find him he's talking to a girl.
A redhead.
She's wearing a really short dress that's barley covering anything and her bust is practically out. She has a shitload of make up on and she's trotting around in high heels. Fucking hell. She looks like she belongs in the circus, not to be rude.
I watch as she approaches Joey, her hands on his chest, her face leaning over to his as she whispers something to him.
I wish I knew what he was saying.
Joey seems to play along as his arm wraps around his waist.
NONONONONONO. Joey, you mustn't touch barn animals like that.
And then they begin to dance. They start to fucking dance together on that dance floor and I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy shoot through me.
They sway to the sides, and just slowly dance to the music. Though, Joey stumbles a bit trying to follow her lead.
I watch a bit before looking away, pained. I just can't watch that.
I notice the leftover shots had left behind and I can't help but wander.
Would it matter if I just took one?
I'm sure we can still make it home without crashing.
With shaky hands, I reach over and grab a glass, examining it hesitantly. I rethink it.
Are we going to make it home okay?
Aw, fuck it. I down the shot, though I have no idea what it is and immediately regret it.
It tasted disgusting.
Oh God.
How can anyone even drink that shit?
I cough out some as I place the glass down. Damn.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the sudden dizziness.
It was only one shot.
Thankfully I'm not buzzed.
I turn over to watch the ever so lovely couple- Joey and the barn animal-dance.
Oh, God, swaying turned into grinding. She's fucking grinding against him, and he looks like he's somewhat enjoying it.
Nooooo. That's my job.
Oh, wait.
Fuck, Joey I think, suddenly letting out a giggle. I'm so stupid. Joey will never let me grind against him. Fuck.
I sigh at the thought.
Why do I always end up making myself feel like shit?
I laugh at myself. Oh yeah, I am shit.
I feel something pull the strings attached to my heart.
Wait, is that even a thing?
Fuck it. I don't know.
I can't even think correctly.
Seriously, what the fuck did I just drink? It was only one shot.
I frown a bit as I'm dragged into reality by the disgusting image of the red head still grinding against Joey.
Can you leave him the fuck alone?
That's what I want to tell her.
And I think that's what I'll do.
I turn over to pay for the drinks, Joey ordered lots of expensive ones- and then I decide to confront those two.
I get of the stool, sudden dizziness hitting me for a second, before approaching the prom king and queen.
Oh my God.
She's like dry humping him and he's moaning. Ewe, gross.
No. His moaning is hot. But the fact she's making him moan is not.
I cringe before separating the two forcefully. I receive a glare from the barn animal and Joey just looked confused.
"Fuck off," I tell her.
She raises an eyebrow and looks at me like I'm crazy. "Excuse me? Who are you?" she nearly growls.
I scoff before linking my arm with Joey's. "I'm his boyfriend," I say without any hesitation. Wow. Confidence.
She stares at me before bursting into laughter.
"He's gay? And you're a faggot too? EW!" she looks at Joey and then at me. "I can't believe I was getting it on with a homo. Ugh," she says with disgust as she turns to walk away.
"At least my clothes cover my ass," I mumble, more to myself than anyone.
I hear Joey laughing beside me.
"Was that an angel?" his words still slur.
I shake my head. "No, Joey that was a slut."
I look down to notice our arms are still linked. Shit.
"Were going home," I tell him.
"OKEI DOKI!"
I giggle a bit at his cuteness as we struggle to get past the crowd of horny people once again.
Once we do get past them, we exit the club, a staggering Joey hanging on to me tightly.
I kind of feel happy thinking about tomorrow because Joey is really going to regret drinking- but at the same time I'll feel sorry for my poor baby.
My poor baby.
What the fuck, Alfie?
I burst out laughing accidently.
"What-"he says.
"Nothing," I say waving it off.
We walk over to my car, which is parked nearby, and I open the passenger door for Joey. I carefully place him inside, strapping his seatbelt for him.
Don't want anyone to die on the way.
I close the door before making my way to the driver's side. I slip into my seat, and strap the seatbelt over me.
Don't want to die either.
I fell tired, and I don't know why.
My vision is just a bit blurry, but hopefully we make it home safely. It's not even that far away, which is good.
I glance over at Joey, who just looks like he's on the verge of throwing up or crying or falling asleep. Fuck, I hope he doesn't do any of those.
"Din' like 'er one bit. She was rudeeee an' ev'n 'er grindin' suckd," Joey suddenly says giggling after his words. "she was jus' ewwie, an' she judged me fer' bein' gay."
"She can't judge you for being gay, because you're not the gay one here." I tell him, chuckling. "But okay, if you didn't like her, then why the fuck were you moaning? You seemed to be enjoying it." Pain shoots through me as I utter out those words. Jealousy.
Joey snorts. "O' dat." He starts to laugh loudly. "Was 'cuz I was think'n Offa guy'm in luv if."
Then it hits me.
Guy. Guy.
"...Guy?" I blurt out.
"Guy."
"Guy?"
"Guy."
"Guy?"
Joey nods rapidly. "He's r'lly r'lly r'lly hawt an' jus' awsuum! I luv 'im sosososo much. Mm makes me r'lly hard think'n 'bout 'em..."
"I don't need to know that!" I yell, feeling jealous and upset and disgusted all at once.
That guy that isn't me.
The thought upsets me. Dammit.
"Buh it true! He duz! I jus'- God. Jus' luv 'im so much- buh he 'as a boooifrandddd! I wan' kill 'im. Wan' kill 'is man- I JUS' WAN' 'IM TO BE MINE!"
And I just want to cry.
Joey is going on and on about this guy he loves and it just hurts me.
If only he understood how I feel.
"Alfie, 'm sowwy! Ye look s'sad! Alfie!" Joey suddenly says, reaching over and shaking me. "'m s'sowwy!"
He leans over and puckers his lips.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask pushing his face away.
"I wan' kiss alfie's boo-boo 'way!"
"You don't have to!" I say struggling to push Joey away. "Seriously- Joey stop!"
Suddenly he does. He stops trying to kiss me and leans back into his seat.
"It 'cuzza Lucas, isn't it? 'Cuzza yer boooooyyyfrennnddd!" Joey giggles loudly. "I 'ate 'im. Dun like 'im one bit," he says, shaking his said.
I feel offended and I don't know why.
It's not like I'm actually dating Lucas.
But he's my friend.
"What did Lucas do?" I ask, suddenly feeling defensive.
"He's doin' da do wif youuu!"
It takes me a second to realize what he's saying, and I can't help fell disgusted.
"Were not sleeping together," I state firmly, irritation boiling inside me.
"Buh he's yer man!"
"Not everybody is a slut like you, joey!"
I regret it as soon as it comes out of my mouth. It's a harsh thing to say, and I really didn't mean to say it. It just came out.
Fuck.
"I-I didn't mean that-"I try to say, but Joey cuts me off with a loud laugh.
He doesn't say anything; instead he just continues to laugh.
I'm confused but I decide not to question him. Instead I begin to drive.
The sooner we get home, the better.
I stop in front of our apartment building, and find a nearby place to park my car. After doing so, I get out and head over to the passenger side, quickly enough so that Joey can't wander out on his own.
Once we make it to our door, I rummage through my jeans pocket for my keys. I take them out with one hand, my other arm holding Joey up, and then open the door.
I close the door behind us and immediately head downstairs.
My first plan is to put Joey to sleep before he tries anything stupid.
When were at the bottom step, he announces, "Gutta pee."
I let out a groan but take him to his bathroom.
When we make it inside, I turn around to leave, but I feel a hand grab mine.
"Stay please," he slurs, though now he doesn't sound as drunk as before.
I feel my face burn up at his request, but do as he says.
His hand still holds mine as I stand there.
I hear him undo the zipper and can't help feel tingly inside. I gulp and mentally shake my head.
Get your head out of the gutter, Alfie.
A second later I hear him pee.
Any other person would think that this is weird, but Joey and I are like this anyway.
Once hes done, he flushes the toilet and does his zipper.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and turn to face him.
He looks at me as I'm looking at him and it's just like that until he decides to look away first. He washes his hand and then yawns.
"M tir'd, Alfie." He mumbles
I smile at how cute he sounds and just nod. "Let's go," I tell him, pulling him out of the bathroom.
I take him to his bedroom and place him on his bed, laying him down. I'm about to let go of him when he grabs my arms again.
"Wait!" he says.
I look at him in surprise.
"What?"
He looks at me in the eyes seriously, not moving nor speaking. Until finally, he pulls himself up. "gimme a guh-night kiss!" he closes his eyes and puckers his lips as he pulls me dwn to him.
I yelp in surprise and push his face away. "No. No kiss for you. Ugh. Joey-stop!" I try to say, struggling to get way.
"Kisssssss meeeee!" he whines, making sobbing sounds.
"NO," I firmly tell him. "You're drunk."
"Wha If 'm not?"
I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Joey smirks.
"No, you're definitely drunk," I state pushing him down onto the bed. "Now go to sleep!"
"Nit 'till I git my kiss!" he replies, pouting.
I sigh loudly. I think for a moment before saying. "Fine..." I roll my eyes before leaning down to peck his cheek. "Is that good enough?" I feel myself blush.
Joey nods quickly, smiling widely. "Yesh!"
I chuckle a bit as I watch him close his eyes, and he almost immediately falls asleep. Damn, he must've been tired.
He stayed awake just for a kiss?
What the fuck?
God, he's just so confusing.