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Original - Misc › Drugs and Alcohol
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
28
Views:
1,797
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is an original work of fiction. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This work belongs to me, and plagirism and redistrubution without my consent is strictly prohibited.
Chapter 6
The rest of the party paled in comparison to the short and sweet conversation Matthew and I had shared in the kitchen. I searched for him for the rest of the party, but I couldn't find him. Time seemed to drag on and on, and by the end of the party I was truly relieved.
Chris and I began fixing the damage the guests had done to his house. I was picking up beer bottles from the living room while Chris fetched the garbage can when he began to speak.
"Al?"
I stood up, looking at him. "What is it?"
"Did you have fun?"
"Yes," I lied, smiling at him warmly. Relief washed over his face. "Thanks so much for doing this for me."
I walked over to him to give him a big hug when he moved and his lips landed on mine. I stood frozen in shock as he kissed me, before I moved backwards, away from him. He opened his eyes and looked at me, miserably.
"Chris," I pleaded to explain, but he just turned away from me and walked towards the kitchen. "Chris, you're my one and only friend! My best friend, and I don't want to lose your friendship." I stopped myself to find the way to word what I was about to say next. "But that's all I want from you, friendship. I'd be so lucky, but I don't want to lead you on because I don't feel for you in that way."
"Get out," he said, his voice laced with venom.
"But Chris, it's two o' clock in the morning. Where am I supposed to go?" I had never seen him this angry before, and it terrified me.
"I don't give a shit where you go! Just leave!" He was screaming at the top of his lungs. I could hardly believe this was happening. I stood there, shocked, until he came and pushed me, hard.
I wasn't expecting it, and I fell, hitting my head roughly against the floor. I wasn't about to let him see me cry, so I got up, dusting myself off, and nodded. "Fine." He turned around and focused on the dishes.
I went up into the extra bedroom Chris always kept for me, grabbed my overnight bed, walked back into the living room, and slammed the door on my way out.
I could have just gone home, but my parents would have been upset if they caught me sneaking back into the house at 3 AM. And if they realized that it was because I'd gotten into a fight with the only friend I had, they'd be even more concerned about how lonely I would be. And the last thing I wanted from them was sympathy. It was freezing outside, and I began to shiver.
I had no place to go.
Chris and I began fixing the damage the guests had done to his house. I was picking up beer bottles from the living room while Chris fetched the garbage can when he began to speak.
"Al?"
I stood up, looking at him. "What is it?"
"Did you have fun?"
"Yes," I lied, smiling at him warmly. Relief washed over his face. "Thanks so much for doing this for me."
I walked over to him to give him a big hug when he moved and his lips landed on mine. I stood frozen in shock as he kissed me, before I moved backwards, away from him. He opened his eyes and looked at me, miserably.
"Chris," I pleaded to explain, but he just turned away from me and walked towards the kitchen. "Chris, you're my one and only friend! My best friend, and I don't want to lose your friendship." I stopped myself to find the way to word what I was about to say next. "But that's all I want from you, friendship. I'd be so lucky, but I don't want to lead you on because I don't feel for you in that way."
"Get out," he said, his voice laced with venom.
"But Chris, it's two o' clock in the morning. Where am I supposed to go?" I had never seen him this angry before, and it terrified me.
"I don't give a shit where you go! Just leave!" He was screaming at the top of his lungs. I could hardly believe this was happening. I stood there, shocked, until he came and pushed me, hard.
I wasn't expecting it, and I fell, hitting my head roughly against the floor. I wasn't about to let him see me cry, so I got up, dusting myself off, and nodded. "Fine." He turned around and focused on the dishes.
I went up into the extra bedroom Chris always kept for me, grabbed my overnight bed, walked back into the living room, and slammed the door on my way out.
I could have just gone home, but my parents would have been upset if they caught me sneaking back into the house at 3 AM. And if they realized that it was because I'd gotten into a fight with the only friend I had, they'd be even more concerned about how lonely I would be. And the last thing I wanted from them was sympathy. It was freezing outside, and I began to shiver.
I had no place to go.