Bi-Curious (BoyxBoy)

♥︎ Chapter 4 • One Blue Fish ♥︎

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There once was a fish,
Forever alone and blue—
And then there were two

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Bi-Curious
Chapter 4:
"One Blue Fish"

Charlie

        "You look like you need a drink," I comment as Ethan sits down, bags under his eyes and his hair looking like he'd just got out of bed and hadn't bothered to even brush it. He's tense too; usually he's way too relaxed about everything, but right now he looks ready to leap out of his chair and run home.

        "Yeah," he grumbles. "I do. Wanna buy me one?"

        "Sure." I shrug. "We'd have to go to my house though. I'm kinda underage if you didn't remember."

        "Oh, right." He nods. "Are you inviting me over?"

        "Yeah."

        His lips quirk. "Okay."

        "It's the end of my school week. I don't know about you," I smile, "but I'm pretty ready to get fucked up."

        "Me too." He smirks. "Wanna skip?"

        "Skip what? The rest of our classes?" I ask for clarification. "Sure."

        "Hell yeah."

        I grin. "Sounds like a plan."

        Ethan winks then turns his attention back to nothing. The class (like always) takes way longer than necessary before it's time to leave. I gather my belongings and wait for Ethan. "Did you drive here?"

        "Nah, I rode." He points out a shiny black motorcycle.

        "Okay. That means that you'll have to follow me and hand me your keys when we get to the flat." I look the ride over. "It's a nice motorcycle."

        "Thanks. And why do I gotta hand over my keys? You gonna steal her while I'm drunk?" He laughs.

        "Because I'm somewhat responsible and don't want you involved in drunk driving." I roll my eyes and hop into my truck. Xander is supposed to drive my car up and exchange it for my truck once it gets out of the shop. "You ready?"

        "Yeah." Ethan puts his helmet on and mounts the bike. "Lead on."

        The drive to my flat isn't too long and we park before I grab Ethan's keys from him and pocket them. I lead him to my flat, unlocking the door and walking in. "Welcome to my humble abode."

        "This is fucking awesome!" Ethan says, looking everywhere. "How'd you afford this? Work your fifteen year old ass to death?"

        "I'm a spoiled rich kid who also works as a freelance editor for independent writers." I sigh. "My mom picked this place out. Thought I was gonna have a roommate."

        "Rich, huh?" Ethan scrunches up his nose.

        "Yup. Parents are both lawyers and fund the college we attend." I sigh, unhappy with his reaction.

        "That's lucky." He heads into the kitchen. "So where's your stash? Or do you need me to buy you some?" He smirks.

        I open two cabinets full of liquor, syrups, club soda, and other things to mix. Grabbing two glasses, I set them down on the counter. "No. I'm an alcoholic."