Painfully Evicted (boy x boy)

7.) Screwdrivers

Milos POV

"This music sucks." I mutter to myself as some shitty SoundCloud rap plays. Probably guys at the party requesting their own music to get it heard of.

I bite my lip as I look around. I thought at least one person I knew would be here, but I was wrong.

No one but Jasper at least.

I look over and see him talking to someone in the couch while a girl cuddles up on his arm. I sigh and look down at the table next to me. I guess I did have feelings for him.

I smile lightly, reminding myself that I had finally admitted that fact to myself before looking back over and seeing jasper eating that chicks face.

Looking back down at the table I quickly grab a generic blue solo cup and pour the strongest smelling drink into it.

I take a large gulp and wince as the orange tasting alcohol stings as it travels down my throat.

***

I dizzily walk around, now on my third drink before I hear my name.

"Milo!" Someone yells and I quickly turn in my heel, stumbling as I squint.

"Jaaaaaspeer..." I say drunkenly and laugh laugh lightly. "W-waaaant some?" I say, holding up my cup with only one gulp left in the bottom.

"Miles, how many of those have you had?" He questions with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Liiiike...three?" I slur, holding up four fingers.

"Milo! Those are screwdrivers!" He exclaims, his eyes wide.

"Whaaaaat. I thought they were drinks..." I trail off.

"Milo. Those are like half vodka. Tomorrow morning is gonna suck for you." He says and bites the inner lining of his cheek before throwing my arm over his shoulder.

"Eeeeeeh." I wave off.

"Let's get you to bed."

***

Jaspers POV

This dude is wasted.

Like...bad.

I sigh and I rest my hand on his back, dragging him towards the stairs.

"Ooooooh. The faggot is drunk as fuck!" A high pitched voice yells from the back of the room.

Milo, to drink to notice, obviously can't defend himself, but I can.

"Look! So is the slut!" I yell back, earning a few laughs before a deeper voice chimes in.

"Why are you defending a gay?!" He yells and I quickly turn on my heel, sitting Milo down.

"Because maybe someone I love is gay. Maybe I'm even gay!" As I'm about to continue, I hear Milo mutter a bit.

"Wh-what?" I bite my lip and crouch down.

"You won't remember this in the morning. Don't worry." I stand back up whirling around.

"But guess what asswipes? You don't have to be gay to realize that it's not a personality trait!" I yell loudly. "And you don't have to be gay to realize that everyone is human."

My fist clench as I take a deep breath.

"So shut the fuck up!" I yell loudly, grabbing Milo and walking him upstairs at his slow pace. People were still staring at us, but I didn't care. I had made my point.

As I ignore all of the mutters and confusion as to if we were dating, we finally reach the room and I walk in, setting Milo down lightly in the bed. I walk back to the door and close it, locking it to prevent some drunk couple from walking in and fucking on top of us.

I walk back to Milo and he looks a bit startled. I have to remember that he may be drunk but he's still alive.

"That was loud." He says, laughing awkwardly and I shake my head a bit.

"I know, but it's over now, okay?" He nods and I pull down the thick blanket and have him lay down, pulling the blanket over him. "Sleep. You'll feel like shit tomorrow but hopefully you'll forget what just happened." He nods and rolls over.

I stand up, turning off the light and laying next to him, on my back and closing my eyes.

I feel an arm rest on my stomach and a head on my chest and I smile lightly before dozing off.

***

I wake up to sun shining through the blinds and I stand up as lightly as possible but I feel Milo stirring.

"Ooh god." I hear him mumble and I laugh.

"I'll go get you some ibeprofen and food. You stay here." I quickly run downstairs and see the owner of the house cleaning up.

"Monday is gonna suck for you man." He points out as I walk to the kitchen counter.

"I know, I know. But I don't thing Milo remembers so at least I can tell him on my own." I nod and he nods with me as I grab two ibeprofen pulls and a bottle of water.

"Get him something with lots of sugar." He says, continuing to clean and I laugh.

"You think this is my first rodeo, huh?" And he laughs before I grab a bagel and cream cheese.

I walk back to the stairs and smile lightly at him.

"Thanks for not caring about me blowing up." I mumble and he nods before I walk upstairs.

I grab the door handle and open it up.

"Hey Milo, I-" I pause as I hear his phone playing a video.

"Because maybe someone I love is gay! Maybe I'm gay!" His phone echoes and he looks up at me.

"Where you gonna tell me? Or just announce it to an entire party while I was shitfaced because of YOU?" He says, sitting up.

"Me? I didn't down 3 screwdrivers!" I yell back.

"I wouldn't have done that if you hadn't have been sucking face with that half naked slut!" I pause with a shocked face.

"Wh-what?" He shakes his head and stands up, grabbing his phone and charger and running down stairs. "Milo! What did you just say!"

"Thanks for letting me stay." He cheers and runs out of the door quickly, and I watch out the window as he runs in the direction of his house.

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O h s h i t

Y'all are gonna kill me

p l e a s e s p a r e m e I h a v e a k i d

-Symon