Painfully Evicted (boy x boy)

4.) Party

Jasper's POV

"I'm not gonna go to a damn party." Milo sighs. "you know I hate them." He stands up from the couch and looks at me. "I'm not you. I can't walk into a party and get some ass." he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"Milo, please just-" he cuts me off quickly, uncrossing his arms and pointing at me.

"I'm gay! You know that right?! Parties just consist of you ditching me to fuck some drunk slut, and me getting stared at!" he yells before turning on his heel and into his room, slamming the door.

With a clenched jaw, I shake my head. He had no right to yell at me. It was just a suggestion! And to slam that door? I don't have to let him live here. He knows that.

Whatever. He doesn't have to come. I have some other friends that will go with me.

I stand up, rushing angrily into the kitchen and grabbing my keys that I had set on the counter at some point and out the door, slamming it in the same way Milo did.

I knew that we would probably have some fights, considering we didn't usually spend more than two or three nights at each others house before going home, and that was only on extended weekends and breaks. But we are only 4 days in. Are these fights really gonna be this frequent?

I sigh and shake my head as I start up the car, grabbing the cheap aux cord and plugging it into my phone before opening up Spotify and shuffling a random playlist.

I drive off, recognizing the intro tune to "Sweater Weather". I laugh as I remember the multiple times Milo as called this song "the gay anthem".

I hum along to the tune, and since the house wasn't too far away, I approach it as the song ends.

I turn the radio off, pausing the song and unplugging my phone, stepping out of the car.

The loud modern rap pulses through my body, the bass shaking the floor more the closer I walked.

I walk in and I'm immediately greeted with one of my party friends. (they only seem to have any interest in communicating at parties.)

"Hey! Jasper!" he calls over. I smile his way and walk over. "shots?" I usually don't get insanely drunk at parties, only having a beer or two but this time I wanted to go all out.

"you know it." I laugh and grab a shot, downing it and grabbing a couple more. When I look down I realize 5 were gone.

I'm gonna be drunkenly making out with some girl in about 30 minutes.

I smile and wave at the "party friend", deciding to take advantage of my soon to be drunkenness before I wake up tomorrow morning with a pounding headache.

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Ah! Shit!

My head pounds and throne so hard, I can literally hear it. Maybe that shouldn't be the most of my concerns though.

I'm in a room, that for sure isn't mine.

I groan I probably hooked up with some chick last night. I look to my side to see if I recognize her. Just in case I did badly and she decides to tell everyone my dick is small or something. My fragile masculinity couldn't handle that. But um... One problem.

It's not a girl.

Fuuuuck.

I pat my thigh to check for underwear, but none are found.

Yup. Definitely had gay sex last night.

Ugh oh my GOD. This is unreal.

Am I gay? Maybe bi? I don't fucking know but right now I just need to figure out where I am.

I quickly stand up and find my clothing, stepping into my underwear and pants and then pulling my shirt over my head.

I grab my phone which I found on the nightstand and turn it on, multiple notifications on my screen.

Milo: Where are you?

Milo: Jasper its a little late.

Milo: I'm sorry.

Milo: it's like 4 am. Where are you?

Milo: If you're dead I'm gonna be so mad

I'm such a dick. He shouldn't be worrying over me right now.

I push my temple, still trying to ignore my migraine. I walk out of the room, immediately recognizing the hallway as the one from the party the night before.

I quickly run downstairs, ignoring the mess of this poor guys house and running outside to my car. Starting it, I drive home as soon as I could.

I lock the car and open the door with my key, and looking around to see Milo asleep on the couch. My phone rings as I walk past the couch and it wakes him up. I pull my phone out of my pocket and decline, texting the caller "hold on." it was the friend before hopefully, he could provide answers.

His eyes open and he immediately stands up, throwing his arms around me and lets out a breath of relief.

He pulls out and hits my shoulder.

"damnit Jaz! You scared me!" I laugh and shake my head.

"I'm sorry. I got really drunk and had a kinda weird hookup." I laugh and rub my neck, averting my eyes.

"gross. I don't wanna hear about your hetero sex details."

Mmhmm. Completely hetero.

" I gotta take a call." I let out an awkward chuckle and he nods and follows me into the hallway to sleep in his own bed.

I enter my room and hit the call button.

"duude. What the hell happened last night?" I sit down in my bed.

"i dont know! You tell me!"

"well..." he sighs. "about 15 minutes after those shots, you went up to some clearly gay guy and started making out with him. About 30 minutes later, you guys went up to a room."

"well that explains why I woke up next to a guy..." I say, looking at the ground.

"i wouldn't care if you were gay man. Just tell me."

"i don't know!" I flop backwards, laying on the bed. My friend sighs.

"well..." he pauses. "If you need help, I'm here."

"okay well...im gonna go take a nap to get over this headache. I'll talk to you later."

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I can't wait to see your guys reaction to this chapter lmao.

I had to set my phone down and fanboy so I'm excited to see what y'all did haha.

Anyways...

I wanna sleep but if I fall asleep I won't be able to fuck around with my friend and watch her probably scream while she gets her nose pierced.

I swear I'm not messed up. I'm getting a septum and we gave each other permission to laugh lmao.

I'm gonna go lol

Bye

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