forum Guess who is completely out of steam?! (0/0 GAY and CLOSED)

Started January 09, 2020 by Deleted user

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"Yes I am~ I'm cute and sweet and nice when I'm drunk and you're just a whiny bitch." He murmured with a giggle, closing his eyes and pressing closer to Kyle.

"That was a little mean…" Kyle answered back. "I know I'm not a good drunk, but jeez, don't you think that was a little too much…"

"You begged me to let you fuck me like four times. I thought you were going to rape me or something. It was scary." He muttered, not very aware of what he was saying. "S' fine now but having your best friend drunkenly confess and then force you to make out with him was kinda weird…little uncomfortable."

"I would never rape you. I'm sorry I come off as a sex addict lr someone who would rape you. I know I'm not perfect. Yeah, I get drunk, yeah I do things I regret but not on purpose. Out of all the things you said tonight that was the one thing I never wanted you to say about me. I'm not a stone hearted bitch. I have heart and you know what? I might as well say it. I have been jealous all night, but you know what I'm finally over it and I actually kind of like him. I lied because I didn't want to hurt you. So forgive me that I'm not the person you want as a boyfriend." Kyle moved away from Payton and walked out to the porch.

"I know, I know. Don't say sorry.." Payton murmured. "It was weird, that night, but it was nice to know someone cared about me." He laughed a little. "Like..you're a bitch sometimes but in a good way and I love it. And when you complain about wanting to kiss me and stuff..It's annoying sometimes..but it's nice cause I know that even if everyone else hated me…you would still want me and be there for me. I would never hate you.." Payton trailed off, eyes still closed.

Kyle stopped. "At this point I don't care if you're mad at me. Why would you ever in a million years think I would rape you? The fact that, that ran through your head as a possibility makes me wonder what you think of me. Better go have fun with Rowan…at least he can't rape you. You also better sober up because I am not the designated driver tonight…" Kyle grabbed a bottle of whiskey at the table and took it outside with him.

Payton stumbled back slightly, watching him leave in a slight daze. He blinked a couple times, frowning at his back. Using the wall every so often as support, he followed Kyle outside until a crowd separated them and he was alone again. "Kyle?" He asked quietly, looking around and accidentally bumping into a couple people. "I didn't mean it..I was scared.." He felt his eyes stinging, tears blurring his vision as he continued to search the crowds for Kyle.

Kyle's tears fell to the wood that he was sitting on. He shook his head and drank from his bottle. It didn't help, instead it make him cry more. He whipped them away vigorously, but nothing worked, so he drank and drank and drank.

Payton gave up on searching for him outside and stumbled back into the house, finding a bathroom. He stuck his head under the faucet and started gulping down water, wanting to get the taste of alcohol out of his mouth.

Rowan noticed Kyle begin drinking out of the corner of his eye from where he was sitting. He turned and watched him for a minute, frowning. Before he realized what he was doing, he walked over and sat down next to Kyle, poking his arm. "What happened to you? Where's Payton?" He asked curiously.

“He’s somewhere. Sit stay a while. You know what he thought I would do to him?” Kyle’s voice was soft.

Rowan tilted his head, resting his chin on his knee. "Do tell." He said, wondering what on earth could've happened in the last ten minutes that would make Kyle break down like this.

"When I first kissed him….I was drunk. He took my home and he told me that I wanted to kiss him… a lot." Kyle drank from the bottle. "Anyway, he had to drug me for me to fall asleep. I must have been violent because he called me a whining bitch and believed that I would…rape him. I wonder if that's what he thinks of me. Sure I fucked everyone in the school, but not him because I don't want to mess it up. Turns out I already did." Kyle drank from the bottle once more.

"Oh..that. He gets really paranoid, y'know, about a lot of things. It's hard to notice cause he hides it really well but you can tell, if you look for it. He called me that night after he got home just crying and telling me what happened. He really depends on you, Kyle. You were acting like a complete stranger and it really scared him. How was he supposed to know what you were going to do it he refused to kiss you?" Rowan explained, reaching over and taking the bottle away from Kyle.

"I get that. Anyone would be scared. But why am I always the villain? Why am I the one who always has to apologize? He's always the victim. I always hurt him in some way and then he holds it against me and then he says things that make me feel like I shouldn't even be in his life. Though I should right, just forgive and forget. Then joke about it so I go and get hurt again."

“That’s fair. You can feel however you want. Why do you feel like he holds it against you? What did he do that makes you think he’s holding it against you?” Rowan asked, enjoying playing the therapist, especially since he was still buzzed.

"It's the little things. Always teases me about it. Then when I was dancing with him, he just randomly brought it up how I'm bad drunk. Give me my bottle back!" Kyle snatched his bottle back and drank from it. "He tells me he's over it, then five months later he tells me oh by the way I'm still scared of you."

"He doesn't act like he's scared of you. Maybe he doesn't know he's doing things that hurt you. Why don't you just tell him instead of running away and moping around out here. If you don't find him, I will." Rowan snatched the bottle back and emptied it onto the grass beside them.

"I did tell him. Give me the cup!" Reached for the cup, but he missed and fell on Rowan. "Give it!" Kyle couldn't reach it. "Why did you put it so far away.

"Clearly you didn't do a very good job." Rowan rolled his eyes, getting to his feet and taking Kyle by the shoulders, gazing sternly at him. "Go back inside and tell him everything. If you don't I will pick you up and bring you to him."

"I'm not apologizing, he should be the one doing that." Kyle glared at Rowan. "Thank you for being my therapist though. You are very helpful."

"I didn't tell you to apologize. I meant go and tell him why you're mad!" Rowan huffed. "Maybe he's not out here because he has no fucking clue where you are?" He added, getting impatient with Kyle.

"I scared him, Rowan! What am I going to do walk up to him and say 'hey, I'm mad at you because you tease me about me hurting you and then take it a step further and end up saying things that make me want to die you I realize how bad of a person I am and it makes me feel like shit because I'm not doing enough?!'"

"Yes! And then tell him exactly what he said and how it makes you feel! Go! Now!" Rowan yelled back, shaking his shoulders a little and pointing back into the house.

"I'm sitting back at the table, I'm not desperate to make things right. This relationship is me being desperate for forgiveness." Kyle got up and took a bottle off of someone's table and started to drink in as he walked back to the table.

Rowan stared at him in disbelief and shook his head. "I'm done." He walked off back towards the house.

Payton sent another text to Kyle, joining the other fifteen unread. He considered calling him again as he paced back and forth in the corner. He decided to look around for him one more time and rushed outside, glancing around hurriedly, his back facing the table Kyle was sitting at.