— “oh my god,” gus groaned at the mention of food, “shut uuup.” a forlorn look was given to the door, debating whether or not it’d be worth it to attempt raiding the kitchen cabinets — definitely not. “i could so fist a jar of fluff right about now.” laughter infiltrated the tail-end of his words, the lazy slope of his smile returning as he looked at kieren again. he wished he was drunker — that there’d been jello shots or at least a keg — because even with the lukewarm buzz he’d settled into, gus was still too sober to process the suggestion that david summers might want his dick. mimicking the eyebrow raise with a slow arch, “well, he did talk me outta my shoes already… –fuck no.” he snickered & snorted at the idea, any playful consideration dashed with the decisive shake of his head. “dude’s so repressed he could probably shit diamonds.” the last thing gus wanted to do was watch someone spiral after receiving a handy in a closet somewhere. he was still shaking his head a little as he snuck another short hit, quick to brighten at kieren’s cooing, a cheesy grin sharpening his cheekbones. “i was da bell of da ball — you know, i might be tagged in some pics still…” he moved to stand, pulling himself up with his free hand braced on kieren’s knee. he exchanged the joint to dig out his phone, the screen flaring bright in his face as he continued to stand directly in front of the other ( perhaps a touch too close for comfort ). he tapped through, gnawing at the inside of his cheek before answering, “a’yep. it really wasn’t worth the time, but my mom would’ve beat me within an inch of my life if i didn’t go.” shoulder went up & down, explaining with heavy emphasis on the single word: “tradition.” gus bypassed social media platforms as he shifted off to the side and leaned down, elbows awkwardly digging into the edge of the sink while he opened a text thread with his sister. ‘take a pic of my prom photo plzzz’ and string of nonsensical emojis was sent off, knowing that the photographic evidence was still framed in the hall ( and that jaz would do his bidding if she wanted his chauffeuring services ). “no prom for you?” gus guessed as looked away from his phone, letting the device loll in his grip. he swayed in his hunkered position, arm nudging kieren’s leg, “never witnessed anyone puking from a limo?”
“ actually scratch out s’mores — fuckin’ cookie dough, man. like, a whole tray of it. ” bless ( or curse ? ) kieren’s near instant metabolism. at a certain point that hunger was supposed to be tamed, but nearly ten years since puberty and he’s still threatening to eat his parents out of house & home. being high isn’t helping much either, but he’ll sadly sober up sooner rather than later. maybe grab a six-pack from a gas station if he really wanted to sail through the night. “ y’never know. first it’s kickin’ off your shoes ‘n then suddenly you’re bendin’ over some loser. ” not sure why it was so amusing to him, but half smile went full blown. “ got no doubt that you were just a doll. how’d no one ask you t’go ? or how’d you not ask anyone ? ” he ashed the joint while gus dug for his phone, then placed it between bitten lips, leaning forward to peak at whatever was on the screen. “ ah, well tradition sucks ass. ” smoke pooled from the corner of his mouth as he attempted to decipher the messages sent between the two. but fuck, his vision ( and overall attention span ) wasn’t cooperating enough to see more than some blurred lines in chat bubbles. looked like they talked more than kieren and any of his siblings did — though, considering the last he texted wyatt was his birthday three months ago, it wasn’t much competition. even as gaze shifted from the phone to gus, didn’t plan on resuming his position against the mirror. honestly, didn’t mind the new closeness. personal space wasn’t kieren’s biggest concern right then. one more hit then he he turned the joint around, offering to gus either to grab or take a hit while kieren held it. soft laugh shook his shoulders as he shrugged, smiled down at the other, “ nah, wasn’t really into . . . school or school-related shit. but i did get asked to go by harper rossi who was probably the coolest girl i knew. she skated, was in a band, had probably ten tattoos by seventeen. super chill. me ‘n some friends hung out at the park instead. ” was rejecting her a mistake ? probably. ah, fuck . . . well, it was useless to get depressed about that sorta’ shit. “ i did witness someone throw up after goin’ down the slide while bein’ super fucked up. ”
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