waste||moba

three||grey goose

"who's jaden?" joba asked once everybody left.

"his boyfriend," matt scoffed, "who's apparently so much more important than all of us."

"he's happy," romil sighed, "let him be."

"isn't he just so lucky?" the greasy boy grimaced.

joba looked matt up and down. he sat cross-legged across from the lanky blond and his face rested in a scowl. romil spoke quietly to him about how he shouldn't sweat ian's early departures and that the excitement of their new relationship will blow over in a month or so.

"how long have you been with your girlfriend?" the words spilled out of joba's mouth before he could consider what he was saying.

"almost a year." matt said. "don't date girls, joba. they suck."

joba winced at the way he spoke of his girlfriend. he wanted to ask why he was still with her if he wasn't happy but decided that he didn't want to screw up a friendship before it could even happen. "what's wrong with her?" joba said hesitantly.

"god, she's such a control freak," matt complained, "granted, i'm kind of a shitty boyfriend, but i don't know why she hasn't just broken up with me yet."

"oh." joba said quietly. he didn't even want to know why matt was a 'bad boyfriend'. however, joba knew for a fact that if he had a girlfriend he'd invest every drop of his love into her and cherish her with every fiber of his being. with that thought, the girlfriend-shaped hole in his heart swelled; he wished that he could be holding someone right now and telling her how much he loved her as they shared a blunt.

"do you have any alcohol?" matt asked, standing up and looking down at romil.

"if i tell you yes will you consume it?" romil asked with a cocked brow.

"duh," matt scoffed.

"if you can find it you can have it. you're limited to one bottle that you have to share." romil said. joba rolled his eyes at the irresponsibility of matt. sure, joba drank and smoked on occasion, but never at the same time.

"of beer?" matt gasped.

"liquor, dumbass." romil sighed.

"i'll be right back!" matt grinned as he strode down the hall. joba averted his gaze to romil. "what do you think?" he asked.

"about matt?" the blond replied. romil nodded. "he's... overwhelming.. but i don't hate it." joba continued.

"he's fun." the curly-headed boy said. "are you drinking?"

"i guess," joba shrugged. "don't let me do anything dumb."

"no promises, bud. i wanna get shitfaced." romil laughed. just as he finished his sentence matt paraded in with a full bottle of grey goose and a stupid grin. "who wants to take the first sip?" he shouted as he kicked the door closed.

"me!" romil barked as he took the vodka from matt and placed the nozzle to his lips. he took a sip and hissed after swallowing. "joba?" he choked, holding the bottle out for his blond friend. joba gulped down a swig of vodka and winced at the burn. matt snatched the bottle from joba and attempted to chug but failed after his second swallow, "fuck!" he belched. joba took the bottle again, determined to take down more than 2 sips in one go. he tilted the bottle back and closed his eyes as he took 4 gulps of the stinging liquid. "joba!!!" the boys cheered as he basically threw the bottle to romil.

"fuu-u-uck!" joba laughed. he doubled over and as he came up a bubbly dizziness overtook him, "fuck," he repeated. he looked up at romil who was grimacing at the flavor and placing the half-empty bottle down on the nightstand behind him. joba's gaze drifted to matt, who placed himself down on the futon. his greasy black locks were pushed back and somehow he looked so much more attractive like that, but that thought was just the alcohol thinking.