Mending A Broken Heart (bxb)

Chapter 6

The party scene at Melisa's was nothing Dylan had pictured. He had imagined a small gathering with a few bottles lying around. Instead, Melisa's house was filled with teenagers and red solo cups were scattered everywhere. The music that the group of friends could hear from a block away was now blasting their eardrums.

Looking at his group of friends, none of them seemed to have the same reaction as him. Jeremy and Cara were already a bit tipsy from drinking a couple of shots before arriving at Melisa's and they couldn't contain their excitement.

"Let's party!" Cara screamed.

Jordan, although excited to party, he was still worried about Dylan. In order to calm Dylan's anxiety, Jordan wrapped his hand with his and they entered the party together. The couple went over to the table with the drinks first hoping that a little intoxication would ease Dylan's anxiety. Dylan took a couple of shots and when he had gulped them down fast enough, he dragged his boyfriend to the dance floor.

Before coming to the party, Dylan had told himself that he wasn't holding back anymore. He didn't want his past to ruin the night for himself or for Jordan. On the dance floor, the couple had let loose as they danced to the music. It wasn't the music they had blasted on the radio during their car date, but it was still loud enough to block Dylan from having any kind of harmful thoughts.

For the past hour, the couple had enjoyed themselves on the dance floor and had decided to take a break on one of the couches Melisa had moved to the corner. With the alcoholic drink finally settling in, the now overheating couple were a bit tipsy.

They giggled as they slumped on the couch, "That was amazing," Dylan let out.

Jordan stared at Dylan's eyes. He wanted to make sure he was okay, but seeing his boyfriend's carefree attitude confirmed his intuition. "Have I ever told you, you have really pretty eyes."

Dylan let out a chuckle, "Only like every day."

Jordan rolled his eyes, "It's true, and you also have a really pretty nose," Jordan reached over and flicked his boyfriend's nose.

Dylan rolled his eyes but blushed, "Babe, stop it," He wondered where all these flirtatious compliments were coming from.

"And you also have really pretty lips," Jordan said as he leaned in closer. When he was close enough he closed the distance between. Jordan deepened the kiss as he climbed on top of his boyfriend and straddled his hips. Dylan let out a soft moan at the pressing weight on his lower area. Jordan slipped his hand under his boyfriend's shirt and maneuvered his hand softly around his chest, "Is this okay?" he asked.

Dylan nodded, but he came to a realization that they were taking this too far. The sound of the music and the sound of the people around him just took him back to the night he didn't want to remember, "Babe, I think we should stop."

Jordan pulled away, "Is everything alright?"

Dylan nodded, "Yeah, it's just... I don't know. I'm going to go to the bathroom for a second. I promise I'm fine."

Dylan stood up from the couch and clumsily walked over to the bathroom through the clustered dance floor and the ample amounts of red solo cups. When he reached the bathroom, he began by splashing his face with water. He wiped the water away from his face and he stared at the person in front of the mirror.

He couldn't help but hate the person he was looking at. He questioned why he couldn't just have a normal night with his boyfriend without feeling like a burden. He wanted to be normal so badly.

He felt completely out of his body at the moment, like he was watching himself from the outside. He ran his hands through his hair and tried to focus on a certain object to calm himself down. Even when he concentrated on the sound of the music in the background he couldn't stop the thoughts that were making themselves evident in his head.

Suddenly, the door handle to the bathroom turned and an overly drunk teenage boy had stumbled in. Dylan didn't have enough time to figure out who the boy was as he hovered over the sink and had spewed up all the alcohol he had consumed over the night.

"Woah, Carlson, are you okay?"

As Dylan wiped off the surrounding saliva around his mouth, he instantly recognized the voice. "I'm fine. Have you ever heard of knocking?"

Calum frowned and completely disregarded his comment, "Dylan really, are you okay?"

"Yes, I told you I was fine."

Calum inched closer and held Dylan by his elbows. "If you need anything, I can help you."

Dylan backed away and shook his head, "No, I just... I need space."

Calum looked at Dylan skeptically, but he didn't have enough time to say anything because Jordan had swarmed into the bathroom frantically worrying about his boyfriend. Jordan gave Calum a dirty look, "I can handle it from here."

Calum sighed, "I didn't do anything."

"Whatever, just leave," Jordan spat.

Calum hesitated, "I'll leave but be careful with him."

Jordan scoffed, "You don't know anything about him," he pinched the area between his eyebrows, "Calum, just leave."

Once Calum had left, Jordan geared his focus onto his physically drained boyfriend, "Here," he grabbed a towel and drained it underwater before dabbing it on Dylan's overheating face.

Dylan couldn't have felt more defeated that night. He had tried to step out of his comfort zone, he had tried to forget about his problems, he had tried to block out his destructive thoughts for the night, but he just felt like a failure when Jordan had carried him to the car and drove him home.

Jordan removed his boyfriend's clothes and had cleaned him up that night, while Dylan played with his fingers, "Jordan?"

He looked up, "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry I ruined the night."

Jordan scoffed, "You didn't ruin the night, Dylan. I had fun tonight, did you?"

Dylan smiled, "I did... for the most part."

Jordan hesitated, "Why was Calum in the bathroom with you?"

Dylan scoffed, "I don't even know. He came in and I threw up right after. Don't worry about him, babe."

Jordan sneered, "Whenever he's around, I can't help but feel worried." He had moved from cleaning the sweat from his boyfriend to clothing him with some of the old T-shirts he had left behind.

Dylan furrowed his eyebrows and turned his boyfriend's head so they were facing each other, "Don't ever think I would choose Calum over you. When I tell you you have nothing to worry about, I mean it."

Jordan smiled, "Okay, but I don't want you to think I'm jealous or anything."

Dylan chuckled and ruffled his boyfriend's hair, "Of course not."