𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒; 𝘑𝘠𝘈𝘛𝘛

ch. 9

-a few hours later-

"finn!" jaeden slurred, walking over to the curly-haired boy. finn spun around and his eyes widened, "oh my god, jaeden! i told you not to do anything stupid!"

"i'm batman, bitch," jaeden giggled.

"um, okay," finn said slowly. he's never been in a situation like this, he didn't know what to do. "do you wanna go home?"

"what the fuck, finn! i'm not a b-baby! i can go home by myself!" jaeden crosses his arms, glaring. finn was baffled, "what?"

"i wanna go home."

"okay," finn was confused as ever. "i'll take you home then."

"no."

"oh my god, jaeden. do you want to go home or not?"

"yes."

"then—wha—" he cut himself off and stared at jaeden.

"i want wyatt to take me home."

"wyatt isn't here, jae."

"then i'm going home on my own."

"um, no you're not."

"um, yes i am."

"you are not in the condition to go home alone."

"why?"

"you're drunk, and drunk you is careless. i've seen it happen with you before. you'll jump in front of a car screaming 'i love jesus' or some shit."

"is wyatt jesus?"

"what?"

"i'm gay."

"jaeden, just let me take you home."

"no."

finn exhaled deeply, "i swear to god, i'm gonna flip."

"please don't. i don't like it when people get angry."

finn sighed, "call me when you get home."

"okay. i'll see you tomorrow, robin," jaeden smiled and left finn's house. he was drunk, but he wasn't drunk enough to hurt someone or start crying. that's what he usually did when he got wasted. "jumping in front of a car sure sounds nice," he thought. "hopefully jesus will save me." when he was drunk, he thought of the weirdest things. and sometimes said them, too. he pulled his phone out of his pocket and went to him and wyatt's conversation.

jaeden: hi

wyatt: hey

jaeden: i'm gay

wyatt: what?

jaeden: i like sadie

wyatt: sadie's a girl

jaeden: yeah

wyatt: and you're a boy