Status: Completed
We've Got a Big Mess On Our Hands
Chapter 2
GABE’S POV
The next morning I woke up with a headache and a dry throat. Must have been some party last night… Too bad I can’t remember a thing.
I felt the sheets stick to me as I shifted around. The bed was much smaller than I remember… There was hardly space for me to roll over. When I tried, I just ended up running into something… warm? I opened my eyes to see what was there and yelled in fright when I saw the small, but most definitely male, body lying next to me.
The boy (too small to be much older than 20) shot up in surprise, almost falling out of the bed. I checked under the covers quickly, groaning when I saw both our naked bodies.
“OH MY GOD, what are you doing MY bed? and why are we NAKED?!”
“Calm down, okay?” he said. “Trust me, I know how you feel. Look on the bright side, at least there’s no way you got me pregnant, right?”
“Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod.” I muttered, resting my head in my hands, my head hurting even more than it was when I woke up.
“What did we do?” I asked him.
“I’m sure you can figure that out yourself.” he said, looking worried.
That face…Last night started to come back to me in flashes. Getting a beer, seeing my ex, Vivian, going outside to get away from her, then meeting this guy (whose name escapes me), drinking some more…taking him back to my apartment.
“Oh god…I can’t believe it.” I groaned out load. “I slept with another guy. This cannot be happening…”
“What?” he said, looking worried. “You aren’t…gay, are you?”
“No. Not in the slightest.” I said, rubbing my temples to ease the pain a bit.
“Oh…” he said, looking incredibly depressed. “I guess… I should go, then.”
He got up, wincing slightly. Oh, hell no. I’m not thinking about where my dick was last night…God, I can’t believe it. I slept with a guy. A fucking GUY. Wait until my band hears about this. They’ll think it’s a riot.
They’ve always called me gay with all the time I put into my appearance. Just ‘cause I like to look good doesn’t mean I’m gay… Or maybe it does. GOD, I don’t even know any more.
“Well… I guess I’ll see you ‘round.” he said, still looking hurt, like a kicked puppy.
I gave him a glare. “Or not.” he finished.
“Yeah… just… can you, like, not mention this to anyone?” I said, fighting off my hangover with all my might. “It might ruin my reputation completely. Not to mention my band’s reputation.”
“Yeah.” he said. “It’s cool.”
He left, looking like a kid who’d dropped their favorite toy into the animal’s cage at the zoo. I’ve done that before, so I know the feeling. It sucks. The hurt in his eyes made me stop him. I’d been an asshole and the poor boy thought he’d done something wrong
“Hey, kid.” I said, sighing.
“Yeah?” he said, turning around, looking hopeful.
“Two things.” I said. “1) I’m sorry about the freak out. 2) What’s your name?”
“William Beckett.” he said, smiling lightly.
I’m not gay…So why did my heart beat faster when I heard his name and saw his smile?
The worst part was… I’m not sure I really wanted him to leave.
WILLIAM’S POV
Getting kicked out like that kind of sucks, not gonna lie. I mean, I understand how he felt, having felt it myself, but I got over it. Why can’t he? Although, would I want him to get over it? And why does it matter? Even if he did get over it, he’d still be STRAIGHT.
I knew this would happen. I tried to stop myself, but I was stupid and got drunk. I swear to god, I’m never drinking again. It just ends badly.
Anyways. The band and I go into our first recording session today… Hopefully all goes well. The guys at the label said they’re really excited to see what we have to offer…I’m just worried about whether we can live up to expectations…
The next morning I woke up with a headache and a dry throat. Must have been some party last night… Too bad I can’t remember a thing.
I felt the sheets stick to me as I shifted around. The bed was much smaller than I remember… There was hardly space for me to roll over. When I tried, I just ended up running into something… warm? I opened my eyes to see what was there and yelled in fright when I saw the small, but most definitely male, body lying next to me.
The boy (too small to be much older than 20) shot up in surprise, almost falling out of the bed. I checked under the covers quickly, groaning when I saw both our naked bodies.
“OH MY GOD, what are you doing MY bed? and why are we NAKED?!”
“Calm down, okay?” he said. “Trust me, I know how you feel. Look on the bright side, at least there’s no way you got me pregnant, right?”
“Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod.” I muttered, resting my head in my hands, my head hurting even more than it was when I woke up.
“What did we do?” I asked him.
“I’m sure you can figure that out yourself.” he said, looking worried.
That face…Last night started to come back to me in flashes. Getting a beer, seeing my ex, Vivian, going outside to get away from her, then meeting this guy (whose name escapes me), drinking some more…taking him back to my apartment.
“Oh god…I can’t believe it.” I groaned out load. “I slept with another guy. This cannot be happening…”
“What?” he said, looking worried. “You aren’t…gay, are you?”
“No. Not in the slightest.” I said, rubbing my temples to ease the pain a bit.
“Oh…” he said, looking incredibly depressed. “I guess… I should go, then.”
He got up, wincing slightly. Oh, hell no. I’m not thinking about where my dick was last night…God, I can’t believe it. I slept with a guy. A fucking GUY. Wait until my band hears about this. They’ll think it’s a riot.
They’ve always called me gay with all the time I put into my appearance. Just ‘cause I like to look good doesn’t mean I’m gay… Or maybe it does. GOD, I don’t even know any more.
“Well… I guess I’ll see you ‘round.” he said, still looking hurt, like a kicked puppy.
I gave him a glare. “Or not.” he finished.
“Yeah… just… can you, like, not mention this to anyone?” I said, fighting off my hangover with all my might. “It might ruin my reputation completely. Not to mention my band’s reputation.”
“Yeah.” he said. “It’s cool.”
He left, looking like a kid who’d dropped their favorite toy into the animal’s cage at the zoo. I’ve done that before, so I know the feeling. It sucks. The hurt in his eyes made me stop him. I’d been an asshole and the poor boy thought he’d done something wrong
“Hey, kid.” I said, sighing.
“Yeah?” he said, turning around, looking hopeful.
“Two things.” I said. “1) I’m sorry about the freak out. 2) What’s your name?”
“William Beckett.” he said, smiling lightly.
I’m not gay…So why did my heart beat faster when I heard his name and saw his smile?
The worst part was… I’m not sure I really wanted him to leave.
WILLIAM’S POV
Getting kicked out like that kind of sucks, not gonna lie. I mean, I understand how he felt, having felt it myself, but I got over it. Why can’t he? Although, would I want him to get over it? And why does it matter? Even if he did get over it, he’d still be STRAIGHT.
I knew this would happen. I tried to stop myself, but I was stupid and got drunk. I swear to god, I’m never drinking again. It just ends badly.
Anyways. The band and I go into our first recording session today… Hopefully all goes well. The guys at the label said they’re really excited to see what we have to offer…I’m just worried about whether we can live up to expectations…
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So, this one's pretty short... I have up to chapter 9 written, so I might put up the next chapter, just 'cause this one's so short...Please let me know what you think! I'd like to know what I'm doing well or not!