Bed Sheets II

36. Both of You

"This was how you were raised, to throw up on people's carpets?"

Draven snapped as he attempted to hand Kyle a glass of water. Eric was cleaning the vomit since Draven refused, and they had been arguing back and forth ever since the car ride. Kyle was belligerently drunk, all his responses were barely understandable since he slurred his words together. Even worse, Draven threw at him every single insult his mind found.

And that was why Kyle folded his arms, refusing the glass of water, "I'm sorry, I'm fucking drunk!"

"Drink the water."

"Not from you," he mumbled slobbery.

"I said drink it."

"No, get away from me."

An irritated Draven with the cup shaking from his tight grip, was moments from exploding. Without hesitation, he reached over Kyle's head, and turned the cup over, dumping the water onto him. It almost seemed as if Kyle was sober for a split second, storming to his feet from the couch and wiping his face aggressively. When he opened his eyes, the smirk playing on Draven's lips made him attempt to lunge forward, but Eric who had been nearby, stepped in front of him.

"Kyle, lay down."

They had returned to Draven's home after half an hour of continuous bitching back and forth between Draven and Kyle. Kyle had his own share of insults which caused Draven to stop the vehicle a few times and fully rotate to curse at him, to which Kyle laughed hysterically in a condescending manner. Eric was left in the middle, tapping Draven's shoulder in attempt to calm him down, but he could practically feel the heat evaporate from him due to his rage.

When they arrived, Eric was left to carry Kyle into the home even though Draven had continuously protested that they both sleep in the cars—to which he thought was generous. Eric eventually succeeded and bringing the fuming Kyle, who was also sending jabs at Draven, onto the couch, to which he mumbled curses under his breath.

Unfortunately, Kyle had puked on the carpet from the movement Eric put him through, and as Eric cleaned the vomit, he asked Draven to bring Kyle some water. And that was how the whole situation of Draven dumping water on Kyle's head occurred.

"Kyle," Eric insisted much more sternly, "I said lay down."

"Now my fucking hair's all wet," he complained, shaking his head and droplet of water falling all over the couch.

Draven set the cup on the living room table, "That's barely anything considering how much you've done to me."

"What exactly did I do to you?"

"You lied about me on the news," Draven exclaimed, widening his arms. He was livid, wanting to beat Kyle's jaw out of place but resisting the urge since a fight against a drunk person was never fair.

Kyle shrugged his shoulders, "You had sex with my fiancé!"

"He came to me and had sex with me!"

"It takes two to tangle, idiot," Kyle spat, furrowing his brows and pointing to Eric. "He was vulnerable."

"You could have handled it maturely," Draven hissed, "I never once said anything negative about you to the press because I respect you. Eric, how many times did I tell you to go be with him?"

"That doesn't matter, you're still pursuing him."

"I'm not pursuing him! I told him to stay away from me!" Draven exclaimed in disbelief. "Even after you went to the media and he agreed with you, he came and cried to me that he was sorry and said he loved me."

Kyle's head violently turned to Eric, "Tell me he's lying."

"Why would I lie to you about that? I never had a problem with you until you showed your face at more door threatening me, until you said lies in the press and until you put your hands on Eric."

"I was drunk and out-of-control—he's a guy though, don't act like it was anything serious."

"You choked him out!"

"I didn't mean to, Eric you know that," Kyle sounded apologetic, "I overreact when I'm drunk and the way you had been acting the whole time, I was angry."

"You were angry because I was being dry with you since I found a girl's thong in our bathroom?" Eric scoffed.

"I don't like Rebecca like that though, we're just friends that were hooking up occasionally; you went and cheated on me with your ex."

"It doesn't make it okay!" he screamed.

This whole circle caused Draven's head to begin pounding, and he intervened immediately. "I'm not here to listen to whatever problems you two have, that's not my objective."

"Then what is your objective?"

"I want you gone, out of my life for good and the only reason you're still here is because Eric keeps you bonded to me. On that note," Draven raised his hands in defeat, shaking his head, "I'm done fighting with you over someone that's playing the both of us. So let's decide now. Eric," he said, placing his palms on his hips, "who do you want to be with, say it now?"

Eric choked again, turning away to cough as his face flared red. He had no idea he was going to be placed in such dilemma at this hour, and neither of them seemed to want to intervene to prevent him for needing to respond. He scratched the side of his head, having just returned from throwing his gloves on the garbage and eyed both men he had once loved and had strong feelings towards.

Which was why he shook his head, "I can't answer that."

"You can't answer that?" Draven was taken aback, remembering that Eric had practically told him a minute ago that he wanted to gain his loyalty and trust back. "You just said..." Draven trailed off, blinking in hopes that he was hallucinating—there was no way he was speaking to the same person.

Kyle scoffed, "What do you mean you can't answer that?"

"I don't want to...start problems—"

"You're the one that started the problems ever since I moved out here!" Kyle stood to his feet ragingly, "I even asked you if you'd be alright, living in the same town as your ex and you said yes. Come to find out, you've seen him often as hell."

"You know what?" Draven shook his head. "I'm done, I'm over this. Eric, I love you, but I'm done. I don't want you anymore, I don't want to see you, I thought it could work out but I guess it can't. I'll pick for you—go with him, both of you leave my house and enjoy your life."

"Draven, hold on—"

"No, no, Eric stop. I'm sick of believing you and trusting you." When Eric's lips clamped shut, Draven pointed to Kyle, "Tell him what the fuck you told me! That you'd never leave me, that you love me! Tell him that!"

"He's been saying that to you?" Kyle asked in shock.

Draven nodded his head vigorously, "Yes, he has."

"Eric, are you serious right now?"

Eric sighed, "You knew I was still in love with him when we—"

"No, I did not. You told me you were completely over him and I believed you." Eric fell quiet, and Kyle inhaled a sharp breath. "Oh my god, this whole time I thought it was Draven sucking you in but it's you going to Draven and getting him to be with you."

They were both turning against him, and Eric felt cornered. "That's not what I meant for to happen."

"But it fucking happened," Draven shrugged his shoulders. "And it's funny since yesterday you were upset because the others were against you, and now that Kyle's here, your entire story changed. All of a sudden, you don't know which one you want to be with now."

When Eric remained quiet, his lips tightly closing against one another, Draven shouted, "Say something!" It caused both of them to flinch, and Kyle glanced towards Draven before turning back to Eric.

He sighed, scratching the side of his head before finally saying, "I love the both of you."