Victor’s POV

It had been about a week or so since Will came home drunk and distant. He keeps looking at me when he thinks that I’m not paying attention. I wonder what could have happened to him… But no use, I could never get through to him even if I tried. We were sitting around in the living room. He sat on the chair across and diagonal from the couch that I was lounging on, reading Alternative Press. He was watching me intently. I knew this, because I looked up at him once from my book and he looked away. When I had returned to my book, I could feel his cold bronze hues on me. I turned the page and I heard him move, seemingly becoming tense. What was wrong with him??

I had had enough of it. I put my book down and looked at him. “Is there something you want to talk about?” I asked sharply. His cold bronze hues locked onto my amethyst ones.

“What do you think of me?” He asked finally.

I felt puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly that.”

“Well… I think you’re a different person.”

“How so?” He pressed.

“You seem to be less caring than most… It’s almost like… You’re a snake or something. Seductive and cold. Sadistic and hateful… But you charm your prey so easily.” I said finally. Was I really saying this? Had he charmed me over like so many? No! I like women!! I don’t care if he’s godly… And… Amazing… Oh damn.

“Charming, eh?” He said with a smirk. “Sadistic? How so?” He grinned.

“You just seem to be the type to be a little… sadistic.” I said, trailing off. He walked over to me, still grinning.

“Wanna test that theory?” He purred, his face getting closer to mine. He was so…

“N-No…” I stuttered. Oh no, was I going to end up being his bitch? No way in Hell!!!

He seemed to pout. “Wanna try something else?” His face got closer to mine. His breath laced with whiskey… He was drunk?! He pushed me back against the back of the couch and crashed his warm, soft lips into mine. Was I dreaming? Was I horny? What the hell was going on?

He pressed himself against me and moaned into my mouth. I felt myself enjoying the kiss. He broke the kiss and began to kiss my neck. “Will…” I mumbled, feeling very content.

“Hm…” he said as he kissed my neck in passion.

“Please… Stop…” I pleaded. This only made him continue, rougher, with more passion. His hand slid down my stomach and to the waist of my pants. Someone was getting a little too frisky. I didn’t wanna get screwed by a guy!! He’d over-power me for sure and take what he wants! I’m so screwed!! “Will…” I pleaded again.

“Yes?” He cooed seductively into my ear. I leaned back against the couch and found myself helpless to his advances.

I managed to push him away. “Stop!!”

He looked at me, bronze orbs icy and spiteful. He towered over me. “Why won’t you accept me…?” he asked weakly, the whiskey in his breath still lingering. “It’s not like… You’re not accepted by me already… Why not return the favor—“ He collapsed onto me, out cold. I picked him up and put him on his bed and paused, with him still in my arms.

“People say and do the strangest things when drunk…” I muttered quietly, tucking him in. I put the Advil and a glass of water on his nightstand. I watched him a while, then walked out into the living room to watch TV.

Minutes later, my cell phone rang; it was Michael.

“What’s up?” I asked, smiling.

“Nothing much. How’s life with my cousin?” He asked. I could picture Michael grinning on the other end. I shifted slightly.

“It’s alright. How’s the new house?” I asked curiously.

“Ah, It’s alright,” he said. “There’s this really beautiful woman living next door, I think you’d like her, Victor.”

“Sounds interesting,” I chuckled.

“You should come over.”

“I should.” I replied. “How about tomorrow? We’ll hang out all day and… Eat junk food!”

He laughed. “That sounds good, Victor. See you tomorrow, then.”

“See You.” Click. I hung up. Michael seemed calmer on the phone than in real life, maybe it was because he was mostly alone when he was on the phone… He had no real reason to be hyped up if he was alone.

An hour or so later, Will awoke, grumbling. I walked to the doorway and watched him.

“The Advil’s on the nightstand.” I said flatly, watching. He looked at me, confused, obviously not quite recalling his actions. William popped two or three Advil in his mouth and washed them down with the water.

“I guess I had too much whiskey, huh?” He asked, laughing a bit.

“Yeah. You went a little coo-coo, then collapsed, so I put you to bed.” I replied. I didn’t go into details, and he didn’t ask for them. He got up out of bed and brushed past me to go into the kitchen. “I’m going to Michael’s for the day tomorrow, so if you wake up late and I’m not here, that’s where I’ll be. I’ll leave a note anyway in case you forget.”

“Mhmm…” He said, rummaging around for the tea bags in the kitchen. “Where in the hell is my teabag box?”

“Second cabinet to the right, Will.”

“Oh.” He pulled the box from the cabinet. “Indeed, here they are… Did you organize the kitchen or something?”

“A little. They were so messy and you had so much extra cabinet space, so I spread things out a bit.” I replied.

“A little.” He repeated. I grinned slightly.

“Maybe I should start on your clothes next, Will.”

“No!!”

“Why not? You don’t want me to color-code your boxers and fold all of your shirts in triangles and somehow manage to put all of your pants in one drawer??” His jaw seemed to drop in horror. I smirked. “Just kidding.”

“Bastard…” He grumbled, getting the tea ready in the kettle.
I chuckled. “I was just having some fun, chill out.” I mock-grumbled, poking his shoulder. “Will, you have such cold feet!”

“I’m wearing socks.”

“Not literally, you dumb-ass.”

“Thanks. So now I’m a dumb-ass.”

“Yup. The honorary dumb-ass of the year.” I teased.

“Go to hell, pansy.”

“Right back at you, dumb-ass.” I countered. We both grinned.

“I hate you, you know that?” He teased.

“Oh, I’m hurt now. Don’t you love me?!” I whined, acting obviously. He smiled.

“Not quite.” He said, turning from me when the kettle started whistling, pouring the hot water into the cup with the teabag and the sugar, stirring them, then tossing the tea-bag into the trash and setting the spoon in the sink and sipping on the hot liquid. I had wondered what he meant by that, but brushed it off.

The next morning, I awoke around 7 AM to the touch of a hand on my shoulder. Michael was waking me up so we could leave. I got out of bed silently and got on my clothes for the day while Michael waited outside the bathroom. I came out wearing a black wife beater and blue jeans and black vans. I wrote my note to Will, figuring that he would have already forgotten. We headed over to Michael’s house and hung around for the day, talking and joking around and playing Play Station. He smiled at me when I lost again at the volleyball game we were playing with girls in bikinis. Not like it really interested either of us. Michael liked volleyball, and I couldn’t care less about animated people.  

“Wanna see if we can see the pretty lady next door?” He asked cheerfully. I shrugged.

“Alright, I guess.” I said as we walked to the window, and, low and behold—there she was. A black-haired beauty with bright blue eyes and sun-kissed skin. She was truly beautiful, but not for me. “Do you like her?”

“Nah, I just think she’s nice to look at.” He said, laughing. “She’s fun to paint too. I painted her 3 times since I moved here.” He added.

“Interesting. She is quite pretty. But she’s not for me.”

“Aw, why not?” He asked, whining again.

“Dunno. She’s just not.” I replied. Maybe it’s because I didn’t know what I liked at that point.

“Oh. Okay… Hey, what time is it…” He looked at the clock. “Dude!!! It’s like 5 PM!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Damn, the time sure as hell does fly.” I said, laughing.

“Yeah. Want a ride home?”

“Yes, please.” I replied. And so, I slipped on my shoes and my jacket and he did the same and we got on his new motorcycle and drove to my and Will’s house. He dropped me off at the front door of the apartment building and sped off. I walked into the building and into the elevator, up to our apartment.

“I’m home…” I muttered as I walked in the door. I walked into the living room after shutting the door and saw the TV still on, so I walked into the bedroom to see Will sitting there.

“Hey.” He said with a smile.

“Hey.” I replied… Somehow, I felt that I shouldn’t have sat next to him at that point, but I did.

“What did I do while I was drunk?” He asked after a few moments of silence. I paused with uncertainty. “Please, tell me. I need to know the truth.” He asked gently, his bronze orbs setting on my form, then on my face, locking onto my eyes. He could see through me. I had no way to evade it.

“Well… You got a little…Friendly… With me.” I said. His eyes widened. “But you were drunk, so I’m sure you didn’t mean it…”

He paused.

“You didn’t mean it, right Will?”

Silence.

“W—“ He pinned me to the bed and pressed his lips to mine. His breath didn’t smell of whiskey, it only smelled of mint—like it usually did. I relaxed under his touch as his body pressed against mine. What was this feeling? What was this? Oh hell no. He was not making me lust like this! No! His hand roamed down my sides and to my hips. He broke the kiss.

“I meant it… I’m sorry.” He whispered. I couldn’t speak. “Yeah. I figured you’d be freaked.” He muttered.

“I…I don’t know what to say…”

He looked down at me. “Please, give me a chance.”

I didn’t know how to respond. This was all so fast and awkward… Life is a picnic; try all of the pie—right? I guess I could give it a shot. “Alright…” I said quietly. A beautiful, brilliant smile came across his face. He was godly… I think he’d have more than just a chance.

William turned the lights off.