Falsettos Oneshots

Jason?? Doing drugs?? It's more likely than you think!!//Homosexuals+Jason

Jason sat against the shut door in his room, a can of beer in his hand. He had no clue why he was doing this, or what would happen afterward, but all he knew was that it looked fun. He was a kid, after all, and wasn't that what kids were supposed to do? Have fun? With one last shaking hands, he cracked open the can, sniffing the opening. He cringed, squeezing his eyes shut. He knew that it would taste awful, he'd heard that from a lot of people, but whatever was going to come after was most definitely worth it. He'd seen his father and Whizzer in the kitchen several times, laughing and joking around together as they drank booze. They looked happy. Jason was excited to feel happy.

With one huge breath, he tipped his head back, chugging the liquid down to the last few drops. At first, he felt nothing. He just sat there, waiting patiently for something to happen. Five minutes had gone by, and still, nothing.

That was, until the moment he stood up. The world was seemingly spinning, and he stumbled out of his room, cackling loudly, not worried at all that his father would come home any time soon. In a not so graceful attempt to walked into the living room, Jason tripped over his own feet, falling onto the ground. It hurt like hell, but at the same time, the entire situation was the funniest thing in the world to him. He laughed so hard that tears began to fall from his eyes, and he tried to stand up, but immediately fell back to the ground.

"Jason? Is everything okay?" Jason looked up. He had no clue that Whizzer was home, and although this was very misfortunate on his behalf, he laughed even harder, wheezing loudly.

"Whizzer!" Jason yelled, in between laughs. "I didn't know you were here!" Whizzer raises his eyebrows, walking over to Jason and pulling him up. Jason giggled, hugging him loosely. "Dang, you're soft. I know why dad loves you and not mom. Mom's no fun to hug~" Jason slurred, laughing.

"Walk in a straight line." Whizzer said, crossing his arms and spinning Jason around. Jason snorted, taking only one step forward before tipping over like a house of cards. Whizzer quickly caught him, setting him down on the couch and pulling out his phone to call Marvin.

Riiiinnggggg.

Riiiinnggggg.

"Hello?"

"Marvin, you need to come home." Whizzer said, rather awkwardly, chewing on his lip as he eyed Jason, who was burying his face in a big pillow and laughing loudly.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"I don't know exactly what happened or when or whatever, but our kid is definitely drunk."

"Awwww, I'm your kid!" Jason shouted from the background. Whizzer sighed.

"Jason?" Marvin asked, shocked. Whizzer hummed. "I'll be home in ten." Marvin said, before hanging up.

"Hey Whiiiizzer~"

"Yeah, bud?" Whizzer asked, sitting next to Jason on the couch.

"If I'm your kid, do I get to call you dad?" Jason slurred, grinning like a madman.

"Maybe."

"I did something bad, huh?" Jason chuckled.

"Yeah, kid. I'm not going to disagree with you on that one." He paused. "Don't worry about it, Jason. Everybody makes mistakes. I'm not going to let your dad get you into too much trouble."

"Please don't tell my mom."

"I'll see what I can do." Whizzer says. Jason nods, leaning his head on Whizzer's shoulder and shutting his eyes. Whizzer wrapped an arm around him, running a hand through the small boy's hair. Soon, the door opened to reveal Marvin. Whizzer looked up at him, jerking his head towards Jason. "He's out."

Jason shifted, giggling.

"No I'm nooooot~"

"Jason, what the hell?" Marvin asked. Jason leaned into Whizzer, who sighed, scooping him up into his arms and standing up. He planted a small kiss on Marvin's cheek.

"I'm going to get him up to bed." Marvin nodded, sitting on the couch with a huff.

Whizzer carried Jason into his room, tucking the boy into bed. He only had to look around the room for a second before finding the empty beer can on the ground. Whizzer bent over to pick the can up. Whizzer chuckled, walking back into the living room and plopping down next to Marvin on the couch.

"He drank this like a champ," Whizzer notes. "It's empty."

"He's twelve, Whizzer! Who cares how much he drank, that only makes it worse!" Marvin half yelled, running his hands through his hair. Whizzer sighed, burying his face into Marvin's neck.

"C'mon, Marvin. It was bound to happen at some point. Don't act like you've never stolen beer from your parents."

"I wasn't twelve! What the hell is Trina going to say? And you were here, why weren't you watching him?"

"I didn't think he was guzzling down alcohol! I was reading!" Whizzer shouts. "And I don't think we should tell Trina. I say we just ground him for a couple of weekends." Marvin sighs, nodding.

"You're right. Trina would freak out."

"Mhm." Whizzer smiles, leaning down to pull Marvin into a sweet kiss. He smiles.

"I hate you."

"Love you too."