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Post by tatiana1 on Jul 22, 2009 2:54:16 GMT -4
- - mixed drinks, mixed feelings of elation *I SHOULD'VE KNOWN IT WAS A WORN OUT INVITATION !- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There were some things that were unavoidable to kids in high school. Everyone had to break out of their shell at some point in time, and there were times when students would be in a situation where their morals would be compromised, and tonight was the night for “the gang.” They didn’t really have a group name, like The Plastics on Mean Girls or The Trio in Harry Potter. But they were their own little clique no matter what anyone else said, and they did nearly everything together. And yeah, they had all indulged in illegal substances before, and Travis and Ethan were notoriously known for getting high in Travis’s basement and then breaking things (bones included), but they didn’t get drunk together and party it up usually. Tonight was definitely a special night; Travis’s mom was out on a date, a night that meant she’d be out til at least midnight; Ethan was spending the night at Travis’s as usual for a Friday night, and he had heard the conversation of the dinner plans with a late movie afterwards. Travis and Ethan gave each other that look, that one glance that made each aware of the other’s thoughts; can you say party, anyone? And since Ethan’s older cousin from Wisconsin had been over the weekend before, and had brought with him a bottle of vodka as a sixteenth birthday present - - great family, right? Who cared if it was a few months late… it was still alcohol, and Ethan and Travis had planned a few hour long “party” for their closest friends while his mom was out having a good time. Of course it would be in Travis’s basement - - where else did things like that happen? After Travis’s mom left for her date, Ethan and Travis ran to the kitchen to pull out all of the junk food, grabbed orange juice from the fridge (good planning much?) and their small stock of red bull, and headed down the stairs to throw it all on the table in the middle of the room.
Only minutes after the adult left, Emily, Lindsey, Ace, and Levi showed up, sporting giant smiles and excited attitudes. Once down in the basement, they started their little fiesta with screwdrivers and loud music, although that quickly came down to the six of them sitting around on the couch, sprawled out over each other, playing truth or dare like all drunken teens do. The challenges got more and more crazy, ranging from Ethan asking Ace how often he masturbated and Ace daring Ethan and Travis to make out in front of everyone. That was really strange, considering they had been best friends since forever and a day, and kissing was just weird. But strangely not weird, if that made any sense. They knew each other well enough that it wasn’t strange to be kissing him, what with their long history and all. And hey, Ethan never backed down on a dare or on a truth, and completed every outrageous task that was asked of him. He even had to run upstairs and put one of Travis’s mom’s bras on his head… thanks guys. Of course, Emily and Ethan eventually got really cuddly and just handsy enough (they never did anything that sexual when they had friends around, they weren’t that tacky - - yet) but of course just before they were tempted to head back to Ethan’s house for a little bit… it was time for everyone to leave. As midnight rolled around and everyone but Ethan and Travis stumbled out of the house to make their way back home, the two boys collapsed back downstairs, taking a second break before running around the house to clean up any mess they had left. The cleaning definitely sobered them up, and hearing the garage door open made Ethan’s heart drop as if he was caught then and there. However, Mel went straight to bed after briefly poking her head down in the basement to say goodnight, where Ethan and Travis were playing Halo for the billionth time that year. That’s how their sleepovers always went - - playing video games until three AM, passing out at four, and not waking up until two PM the next day. They were predicable, yes, but that’s just how Travis and Ethan were.
A few minutes after Mel was upstairs and Ethan was sure she was asleep, Ethan leaned back on the couch, stretching his arms above his head in an accomplished manner. They had just successfully completed their first drunken get together, and he was damn proud. “So honey bunches, that was fucking exciting.” Ethan grinned, letting his Halo controller buzz on his lap as he brutally destroyed Travis, a strange turn of events from their normal video game nights. He shoved the plastic off his lap and onto the ground, a yawn coming over him. He turned to look at Travis and then laid his head in his lap, looking up at him as he wiggled his head a little to get comfortable. His skunk bangs covered his face, and he blew his breath at them, giggling as they flew backwards and rested in quite a ridiculous looking fashion. “Travis, you’re my best friend.” He sang, picking his controller up from off the carpet and pulling it into his hands, hoping to somewhat get back into the game. He couldn’t focus, however, because Travis didn’t seem to be as doing well as he was used to and it just wasn’t worth the fight. “Dude what the fuck why aren’t you focused?!” He asked rather loudly, knowing that the basement was soundproofed enough so that they couldn’t wake up Mel, unless they started screaming or throwing glass against the wall or something. That’s how they got away with sneaking out so often - - it was nearly impossible to hear the basement window slam shut, even if you were standing in the kitchen. Yet another reason the basement was their hang out zone, the one place that they all met up nearly every day.
Ethan lifted his head up and leaned back on the couch again, giving Travis that, “what the fuck” look that he was so famous for giving his friends when they were acting crazy. “No seriously. What’s on your mind. Tell me.” He was hoping it wouldn’t be something bad, like that he was going to break up with Lindsey or that he accidentally killed another one of Ethan’s gold fish. That would be horrible. He stared at Travis longer, looking at the worry lines on his face. Or maybe that was just a shadow. Or some hair. He wasn’t sure, it was pretty dark down here with only one lamp turned on. Ethan sighed and propped his feet up on the table that was in front of him, that had previously been home to the alcohol and the bags of chips that had spilled and had been pushed under the very black couch that they were lounging about on. “Tell me tell me tell me.”
NOTES , AHH. WORDS , 1181. TAGGED , AVA.
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Post by ava1 on Jul 22, 2009 23:27:48 GMT -4
POUR ME ANOTHER DRINK, I'LL COMMIT MYSELF TO ITand lose track of reason to believe in nothing.I KNOW THIS IS RIDICULOUS- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Every weekend was pretty much a party for 'the gang' -- in Newark, Travis Covington and his group of friends were pretty much notorious for their loud-mouth antics and crazy attitudes, of course with the exceptions to the rule being the girls that they dated. 'Cause really, girls never really went all out like the guys did, and it was just fact that no girl, no matter how hard they tried, could get anywhere close to the craziness that was Travis and Ethan. The weekends usually went like this: Friday nights usually consisted of stupid stuff, whether it be hanging out at the bowling alley or some diner or even a party held at another friend's house; either way, Travis and Ethan usually came back really drunk or really high (but we'll get into that later) and collapsed in Travis' basement, Saturdays were usually the day set aside for band practice and even more shenanigans, and Sundays were the days of rest and unwillingly doing homework that was left to the last minute. As it was the summer, there was nothing that needed to be done now, and because of that, the group's Friday nights were upgraded to constant sleepovers and secret parties. This particular weekend was already off to a good start; Travis didn't have to work at CVS tonight, which meant he wouldn't have to see Ethan coming in randomly to check out different condoms and ask him VERY LOUDLY which ones he thought were the best. Plus his mom was going out on a date with Jake, a guy that she had recently taken to liking even if they had known each other for years now. Travis didn't mind him really, he was a nice guy, except for the fact that more importantly, it was his mom that he was dating; but eventually he'd get over it. Besides, his mom going out on dates meant that she would be gone for the majority of the night and then really tired when she got back, seeing as she worked for most of the day anyway. Travis really wasn't a bad son, he wouldn't go around his mother's back doing illegal things...well, not while she was around anyway. But while he was a rather good boy as well as a good student, curiousity and vice was out there and of course teenagers would be teenagers, and he and his friends were definitely no exception.
Once his mom had left, of course he and Ethan bolted upstairs from their positions on his couch and then up to his room and the kitchen, grabbing the hidden alcohol and any other things they could think of needing for later that night. With a stupid grin, Travis was already starting to pre-game the arrival of his girlfriend and the rest of their friends, having himself a very strong rum and coke with the half-empty bottle of Captain Morgan that he had paid some hobo off to buy for him a few weeks ago. Once the rest of the group arrived -- Emily, Ace, Levi, and of course Lindsey -- the events really began, with shot for shot contests between the guys and the two ladies. Travis couldn't help but stay giggly the whole time, even as he kept his arm around his girlfriend's waist and tried pulling her onto his lap with one hand; they were all basically pathetic drunks, their tolerances still in the process of being built up. He wasn't even sure how much he had to drink now, having finished that rum and coke from the beginning and who knew how many shots of straight vodka he took in addition to the pansy screwdrivers that he hated to admit were very good. It was pretty safe to say that by the time someone had suggested to play drunken truth or dare that he was pretty drunk, and being in that state, of course he would agree to doing anything crazy. It wasn't any surprise that he'd end up picking dare almost every time, doing anything imaginable such as stripping down to his boxers or shooting 4 shots one after the other, or even worse, if his friends could even think of anything actually worse while in an inebriated state. Truths here and there included the cliche questions of masturbation, where you've had sex and with whom (though it was pretty obvious whom any of them would've been having sex with, if your names were Ethan and Travis especially) and the like -- and then somehow, Travis found himself staring at Ace a little dumbfounded as he dared him and Ethan to make out with each other. In front of everyone.
"What?" Travis asked, cocking one of his eyebrows as he gave a look to Ethan. Even if everyone equaled a close friend, it was still a weird thing to do -- he and Ethan were straight, not to mention that their girlfriends were right freaking there. But they did it anyway, because they were too prideful to say 'no fucking way' to a dare that really wasn't -that- big of a deal...right? They acted gay-ish together all the time, though the real gay one was Ace himself. "OF COURSE -you'd- ask that, you horny little gay boy. I loveeeee you," he said, the slur in his voice and the wobble in his step as he tried to push Lindsey off of his lap so he could go over to Ethan. Heh, way to go Travis, more or less gesturing for your girlfriend to get away so you could mack it with another dude. "Okay shit, if we're gonna do this, no pictures or whatever. 'Kay? Eth, what the fuck, come on, let's do this right now." There those giggles were again, and soon after, the two best friends were pressing their lips together, only not really. Like a hawk Ace was watching them, and of course he would whine and complain that the kiss 'wasn't real' and demanded that they do it again or he would earn the right to kiss them both -- Travis was already rolling in his laughter by then, but a shot later he was easily swayed into doing a 'real' kiss, he guessed. Tongue and all. "There, are ya happy nowwwwwwww? I KISSED ETHAN." he said, kind of triumphant but kind of not, as he immediately went back to his seat next to Lindsey and whispered in her ear. "You better have thought that was hot or else." The rest of the night seemed to go on as normal, as if nothing had happened, and before midnight the rest of the gang was set to scramble out of Travis' house, Lindsey being the last to leave after Travis coaxed her to steal a few moments to be with him in his bathroom. Fifteen minutes before midnight everyone was gone and he was left alone with his best friend, who was always around here on Fridays so it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. After shoving everything into a trash bag and cleaning up whatever messes they made -- not much, thank god -- Travis slumped back onto his basement couch and stared blankly at the wall behind the tv, propping his elbow against the back and running his hand through his brown hair as he watched Ethan miss the power button to the X-Box like three times before finally being able to turn it on.
"Night, Mom," he yelled back up to her a few minutes later when she had yelled goodnight to the two of them. His eyes were on the tv screen and Halo, but his mind really wasn't anywhere on that game and that's why he was definitely failing even more at this game than usual. Not that he did usually, but he could blame it on the fact that he was still ridiculously drunk at that moment, even if the cleaning up had helped him become a little more sober than he was earlier. "Yah, it really was," he said blankly, his eyes on the wall even as he felt Ethan placing his head in his lap and mentioned that he was his best friend. How gay of them. Oh my god, they had made out earlier and now Ethan's head was in his lap as if they were a gay couple or something. And he was his best friend. BEST. FRIEND. Sure, they may have done that before but once again, that was BEFORE they shared saliva and all that. When he was yelled at for not being focused, Travis shook his head rapidly, snapping out of it only not really. "Ummmmm, I'm....drunk, still. You knowww." Lame answer, he knew that Ethan would pick up on the fact that it wasn't just that. Ethan Mitchell knew him better than anyone else besides himself obviously. As he expected, that trademark Ethan 'what the fuck' look was being shot at him, and Travis reached for the bottle of water that he had pulled out of the fridge earlier, unscrewing the cap again and dumping a fair amount of water into his mouth to rehydrate his throat before he started talking again. "Ummm. Nothing." Again, another bad lie. His own face contorted into a...well, he didn't know what kind of face he was making at the moment, it was kind of a cross between a 'what the fuck' and an 'I really don't know what just happened tonight' kind of face, whatever that looked like. Cue the flurry of 'tell me tell me tell me' -- Ethan was so predictcable and annoying sometimes. "Um..." He nervously ran his hand through his hair again, something he always did whenever he was nervous. He opted to lie about what he was thinking about -- yes, he was overthinking the whole kiss with his best friend thing, he probably would've preferred kissing Ace instead of Ethan just because somehow he figured that wouldn't have left him feeling as weird as he was feeling right now. But he was kind of a really bad liar, and he was drunk, too. "So...about that dare earlier, man..." His brown eyes avoided Ethan's, even as he leaned back and kind of turned his head to the side. When it happened he wasn't weirded out, but now he couldn't stop thinking of Ethan and the way he kissed. He wasn't bad, either. "Are...are we like. I don't know. What the hell, was that weird for you? Cause I dunno, it wasn't for me. At least, not really or anything." He paused, biting on his lip and wishing he had more alcohol to make this easier or push him to the point of just passing out. This whole thing was just so stupid, right?
STATUS done even if it took forever TAGGING tati, lololol. WORD COUNT 1797 NOTES lmfao lmfao this is gayer better than the first time we tried
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