Oliver was a wreck and he knew it. If it weren’t for the four too many cheap beers, maybe he would’ve been okay. But the fact that his short stature had drank that much, on top of a blunt he didn’t roll in this house party containing mostly the junior class certainly took the cake. The poor young boy certainly shouldn’t be there, anymore. And the one girl, Raina, just wouldn’t leave him alone after his previous and first party. The two were hand in hand as she led them to the kitchen, Oliver stumbling and looking around like a lost puppy. He wasn’t like this an hour ago, but by 12, it had gotten bad. Beyond worse.It had taken a lot of persuasion to his drunk mind before he made one of the only good decisions of the night. “I’m leaving,” he told her promptly, the two words managing to slur, as he wrestled his hand out of his hold. He was sure he heard Raina question him with a scratchy “why?” and reach for his hand again, but he was already sifting his way through people as he dragged his feet, trying to keep his mind set bo that and nothing else while he felt like he had some control of himself. No, he had no ride besides Taylor’s ratty van, which definitely wouldn’t leave until another few hours. But he would figure it out, he assured himself, as he carefully reached to turn the door handle.
Seeing as the poor drunk boy certainly didn’t want to be dragged into a room with that sophomore again, it was clear that Oliver was leaving. Walking alone home it was, then. Another moment of imbalance and Oliver realized that the handle was taken away from his hands. He looked up in confusion, trying to settle his unsteady breath and reaching hands as he comprehended the situation. Another boy had opened the door as he tried to catch himself, leaving the party, as well, it seemed.The cool air nipped at his warm face and exposed hands, causing him to wrap his arms around himself as he hesitantly took a step down the porch stairs. Away from the wasted kids, away from the loud music. And all too dizzy. “Sorry,” he stammered, his response time slowed, as he looked over to the other boy. He hadn’t meant to get in the way, and his mind was making it a bigger deal than he would’ve considered it sober.
After a moment of looking him over, Oliver vaguely recognized him. It was the boy in his Biology class, it appeared. The kind of kid who never raised his hand and yet always managed to reply with a snarky, correct answer whenever he was called on. He looked away quickly and turned to look at his feet, focusing primarily on getting down the stupid stairs. Too many steps, all too steep. His fuzzy eyesight was causing his brain to ache and he debated if he truly had made the best decision to go home when he could’ve immersed himself in the strong smell of alcohol and the dark lights all over again, contrary to his own house. His father was finally filtering his appearances in the household, which was good, but Oliver didn’t have a preferred place to stay anymore at this point. His house made the most sense, though. He caught himself from his thoughts as he caught himself on the railing, cursing quietly under his breath and continuing to carefully walk.His breath hitched and he straightened as he felt something cool on his shoulder before realizing the hand belonged to Theo. His dark brown hair tumbled with the wind into his eyes, which Okiver’s own eyes averted to, before realizing he had gotten distracted again. After processing the question a second time, he got it. “Um, Two-Three-Eight-O. Reveille,” he slurred softly, turning back down to look at his feet that didn’t seem to be doing his bidding.
Oliver bit down hard on his lip when he heard him speak again, a bit confused at the comment. Ax-murderer? He shook his head to himself as he realized how much the alcohol was really taking a toll on his brain. Right, sarcasm existed. He mustered a small smile to reply and shook his head to himself for his stupidity. The swearing that followed also managed to put him off guard. He hadn’t meant to upset him at all, that wasn’t his intention. “Sorry,” he mumbled to him, and he meant it. Whatever he did, he didn’t mean it. He had nothing bad to say about Theo. Time passed before he heard the calm, steady voice reappear. Oliver turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes bloodshot and confused. He adamantly shook his head and looked back up at the boy, allowing his vision to clear. Though he was beyond drunk, his stomach was only bothered a bit. Hopefully, it would stay that way. “I’m not. I...I won’t. I promise,” he tried to assure him, stopping in his tracks to look up to him and smile softly. He wasn’t crazy Raina or pothead Taylor or puking Simon. But nevertheless, this walk would be long. At least half an hour from where they were, Marlowe, if one predicted his walking ability. His breathing was shaky and his eyes were blinking as if he just woke up from a nap in the middle of the night. “Thank you,” he quietly mumbled to Theo, keeping himself from looking at him so he could take another few cautious steps.
The acceptance of the apology assured Oliver more than he anticipated when he heard Theo’s voice again. The cicadas chirping and the faint sound of a bustling party was drowned out by the gentle voice. He tended again when he felt the hand on his shoulder, but soon relaxed and leaned into his touch as he walked, dragging his feet against the cement.“Guess not,” he said softly, and he managed to laugh. He encouraged himself to pick up his head and look over the boy again. Squinted eyes as he revealed his teeth in a grin. It made him happy to hear that this boy knew of him, too. While his status in school was already fairly high with the people he surrounded himself with, it seemed like more of an honor to be known by Theo. “That was the worst fucking party,” he told him and chuckled softly, meeting his brown eyes. He had only been to a couple parties, but they seemed to be getting worse as he started to build up his tolerance. He was already notorious at these dumb parties he immersed himself in by the beginning of freshman year, but he still had progress to make in the scene he was a part of.
Another step felt somewhat easier with Theo’s hand lightly and carefully placed on his shoulder, as if this were a common reoccurrence for his to assure him with a gentle hand on his skin. He kept his eyes rooted to the ground for the most part, vision becoming entranced by the small stone kicked about by Theo’s feet, like a makeshift game of soccer, he thought. But hearing Theo’s voice momentarily distracted him and fled to him looking up after catching himself in a stumble. Why he went was an understandable question, often asked by himself, too. He almost stopped walking as he thought, forgetting that he had to do so to get somewhere. Again, Theo’s hand grounded him, motivated him to keep going. “Eh, theyre okay. I dunno. Better than elsewhere,” he tried to explain, a slur stringing it into one word. His reputation was some party freak who was already beginning to sleep around at age 14, get drunk like this, etc. Party after party, week after week. “I like disappearing in them.” He probably sounded insane, trying to explain it, and decided to stop himself from doing so. His face was already flushed, so his somewhat shame for his lack of sobriety couldn’t even make him go any redder. “Why do you go?”
The crisp night bit at his exposed hands and warm face, contrary I the warm start-of-summer night the party began with. It somewhat helped knock some sense into Oliver after standing at that overheated housevif dumb high schoolers. Enough to get him to walk in a curvy line, at least.His eyes brightened and he looked back to the other boy when he heard that he understood what he was staying. He feared that nobody was able to in the state he was in. But Theo could, and that was what mattered. Eyes averted back down to the ground to focus on moving forward and turning the corner when he decided to reply with a small smile of interest. “Yeah, don’t have to think,” he repeated with a small, fond smile. “S’easier to forget. I like not thinking.” He had never seen Theo present at these parties, nevermind suspect him to be despite the size of the party. He leaned into Theo’s touch on his shoulder, almost hypnotized by his hand to move forward. Being an affectionate drunk, it was strange he hadn’t pulled him close just yet. His mind was too jumbled to function quite right, if that wasn’t clear enough.
Oliver couldn’t think now and he wished he could. Despite the worries that followed it, thinking grounded him, kept him sane. A lot of his life was merely his thoughts, which was why parties for him were rather peculiar. He didn’t even look the appearance of his partying friends; he was short and thin and held innocent eyes that didn’t portray a stupid high school kid who drank until it got this. But the scene somehow worked for him. A small shift of movement and before he knew it, Theo’s hand disappeared from his shoulder, but it wasn’t a good disappear like at parties. Something he missed, something he depended on. “Sorry,” he said, quicker than one would expect in his state of drunkenness. He wasn’t completely sure as to what he did, if anything, but he felt as if he hurt him and immediately found it worthy to apologize. Theo was just trying to help him get home alive. He nodded at his words after a moment, head exclusively turned to the ground now so he could focus on his feet, one in front of the other perpetuously, occasionally interrupted by a corner. “Okay.” He kept quiet for a while then, his drunken state afraid to pull another sudden reaction from the other boy. He hadn’t meant to do whatever he did, it had just happened. And with each step he began to feel less like a wreck and more out of it. He was exhausted.“Everything’s dizzy, but like, not a sick dizzy. A happy dizzy,” he told him, unsure what brought him to tell Theo that. Why would the boy care? He didn’t, that was the answer. But a part of him just compelled him to let him know. A light drizzle began to sprinkle his hair, and upon looking up and a raindrop hitting his eye, he cursed softly. “It’s raining, too.” The rain was cold and refreshing, but was also distracting him. Hopefully they’d be at his house soon.
The rain got worse over time. A mist in the air surely became a heavy waterfall from the sky. Oliver’s hair straightened and his eyes got blurry with more raindrops the more he tried becoming independent and looking up. With that, he wrapped his arms tightly around himself again and looked down at the spinning ground as he pushed through it. Theo’s apology was more comforting than he anticipated. He was curious as to what he did wrong so he wouldn’t ever bother him again because that mattered to him, for some reason. But the topic soon moved on to simply walking forward. His disoriented mind needed rest. And yet his mind continued to wander about the boy who decided to walk him home, and for that he was beyond thankful. A voice snapped him out of his blatant focus on moving his dizzy feet and he realized that it was the only person around: Theo. The tap caught him off guard and he jumped a bit before smiling sheepishly and glancing up at him. He had almost forgotten it was raining once his hair was drenched and he had gotten used to it. Theo’s waves were sticking to his forehead and raindrops glossed his eyelashes and his seemingly perfect smile caused his own crooked smile to pull at his lips. He had almost forgotten to answer. “Um, yeah. Yeah, I can make it in by myself,” he repeated to make sure he knew what he said, nodding his head to confirm. He didn’t know what to say now. He stopped in front of his mouth, and looked fondly to the happy, blurry boy once more. “Thank you, Theo.” And with that, he stumbled up the steps to the porch of his small house, carefully grabbing the spare key from the mailbox and opened the door as gracefully as possible, glancing at him once more in the heavy rain before shutting the door behind him, welcoming a silence that left his with his aching and tired head. Theo was good for him.
((sounds good! idk where to start, we could do that idea i had where they could be getting ready to go to a party and once he gets drunk, oliver’s affection gets the best of him and he could kiss theo? we don’t have to do that though, obvi :p whatever you had in mind im 99% sure i’ll be okay with it hahah))The faint comment from Theo made him break out into a grin as he finally made his way up the stairs and shut the door as softly as possible. Thankfully, it appeared that his mother was sleeping and his father hadn’t been in his home for weeks, which was perfect. Both had yet to find out about how Oliver often spent his nights, and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. He clutched the railing tightly and kept his other arm wrapped around his torso as he crept up the stairs as quietly as possible. He honestly didn’t trust his senses all too well when his head was pounding and his limbs were achey and his eyes yearned for sleep. Minutes later, he found himself curled up in bed over the covers, exhausted eyes open and accessorized with discoloration under them, everything and nothing on his mind. Maybe Theo was a part of him he never had, really. And sure, he surrounded himself with so many friends he couldn’t count on his fingers and toes, but maybe this was different. Or maybe it was a simple good deed of walking an insanely drunk Oliver home.
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