Baby steps ∽『boy ✮ boy -EDITED

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"Drink it, drink it, drink it!" The football team cheered as I tilted my head backwards and swallowed the throat burning alcohol. Then I smashed the cup on the counter, looking at the boys with a dizzied smirk.

"For the team and for our future matches, let's win them all and become better with each passing year!"

Glasses clinked against each other, mouths slurping loudly the colorful liquids with such relish they seemed almost famished. And once again I took possession over an overflowing cup, emptying it faster than it had been filled. I was getting drowsy, but the ecstasy of our victory-along with the bitterness of knowing it was Rider and not me who brought us here- made my hand move from the table to my mouth almost like a conveyor belt.

"Carter!" I heard someone call after me and soon, two slim arms sneaked around my waist and a thin frame pressed against my back.

I turned around and looked down at my boyfriend. He was 5'5, having blond, curly hair and dark blue eyes which made his pupils look like two black holes swallowed by waves of water whilst the light mirroring into his irises was exactly like the foam of the sea. His body was frail and his face always wore this sickish look on it as if tiredness was always pulling at his features.

"Hey, beautiful!" I whispered as I slid Simon's fringes aside, placing a kiss on his forehead and then another onto his plump, cherry lips.

Simon responded with a boyish grin, his pupils looking alarmingly bigger when he looked up at me. Before I was able to inquire about it though, he snatched my cup and gulped the last drops of alcohol in it, making my eyeballs almost pop out of my head. Simon hated alcohol and as if on cue, his entire face wrinkled in displeasure as I assume his taste buds registered the bitter flavor of the spirit.

"I don't understand how you can drink this-"He hiccupped. slamming the cup on the table "-but assuming you'll be my ride tonight, I believe you shouldn't be drinking at all."

"Ohh, bet Imma be your ride. In more than one way." I wiggled my brows playfully, receiving a punch on my shoulder as response.

"St-uh-op!" Simon muttered between yawns, making my hand slide on the side of his face and cares his temple softly.

"Tired?"

"Mhm."

"Come on, I will give you a lift then come back to the party."

"But you drank."

I rolled my eyes, securing Simon's chin between my index and thumb before placing a mere peck on his lips.

"I don't feel drunk yet. Plus, I will drive slowly and carefully. No police, no accident, ok?"

The tiny boy between my arms nodded reluctantly, sliding his palm into my own and tugging me towards the exit.

Once outside, the cold air of the night hit my face... at the same time a husky but all so familiar voice rang against my eardrums.

"I am ninety-nine percent sure I'm not a milestone, nor a travel guide so why are you asking me where the nearest market is, I have no idea."

I turned my head towards the direction of the noises, seeing two boys at the other end of the parking lot. One of them I recognized as being Ryder Morris, our star defensive tackle, whilst the other seemed familiar, but not enough to recall his name. Ryder was leaning against his car, a burning cigarette flaming between his lips while the other boy seemed to fidget a few seconds on the spot before deciding Ryder was dangerous field and left.