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Post by Jeremiah Xavier Blair on Jun 30, 2012 21:05:37 GMT -5
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[style=border-right:10px solid #00084C; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #00084C; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; ]It was a Saturday night, really, that was all it was supposed to be. It started with Jeremiah laying on the couch, his feet kicked up on the side, a bag of chips haphazardly placed on his chest with a remote control in his hand. This was definitely not how he expected to spend his Saturday night, alone in his own house, as his parents were out on some business convention party and his brother was off living halfway across the country attending USC on a football scholarship. But being a freshman, even if you were a linebacker of the football team (he refused to say junior varsity, because he knew he was great enough for varsity) or one of the best pitchers of the baseball team, didn’t necessarily mean that he was invited for parties on every Saturday night – though he had wished.
“This is so boring!” he complained, shoving the chips off of him and turning off the TV, pacing around the living room. Jeremiah reached for the phone, searching through the contacts list for his best bro, and the only phone number he ever memorized besides his parents’ – Mav. But yet, he scrolled through his contacts list anyway, the laziness of their modern world had gotten to him, having him voluntarily refuse to dial the number in by himself. He was even impatient as the dial tone went off, the ringing sound in his ears making him tap his foot in impatience.
But finally, his best friend picked up, “Hey Mav,” Jeremiah said, holding the phone close to his ear, his tone casual. “Come over, will you? I’m boring myself to sleep here, and I think there’s some beer stashed under the kitchen cabinet, so save me!” [/style] |
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Post by Maverick remington de luca on Jul 2, 2012 3:20:53 GMT -5
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2nusop0.jpg)] waiting a lifetime for your touch Little freshman Maverick. He was the bottom of the food chain. Sure he just made the baseball team, but that didn’t really mean anything. He just bossed around and had to do the older player’s bidding. It wasn’t even close to baseball season either so it really sucked. He was just glad he hadn’t tried out for football too. That would be hell. Although he was planning on doing that the next year.
All Mav could do was lay on his bed and look up at the ceiling. Kota was with her sister that night so he had nothing to do. When his phone rang he practically leaped at it. ‘I’ll be over in ten seconds.’ Mav jumped on his bike and pedaled his way to his friend’s house. Anything to get away from his alcoholic mother and neglectful father. His siblings were over at their aunt and uncle’s that night anyways so he didn’t have to worry about them getting hurt because of the failures that called themselves their parents.
Mav was used to just walking into Jer’s house so as soon as he arrived he just walked in the door. ‘Honey! I’m home! Mav laughed as he closed the door behind him. He made his way back to Jer’s room and flopped down on his bed. ‘Where is the alcohol you promised?’ Mav knew he should be careful with alcohol because of his mom, but tonight he couldn’t really care. [/style] |
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Post by Jeremiah Xavier Blair on Jul 4, 2012 3:41:38 GMT -5
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[style=border-right:10px solid #00084C; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #00084C; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; ]Waiting for Mav seemed to feel like forever. He headed over to the kitchen to grab a snack, propping himself on the island counter, a granola bar in his hand. Though by all means, Jeremiah was willing to eat a bag of hot cheetos, or maybe even two, when it came to getting in shape, whole oats and whole grains – the whole food pyramid mumbo jumbo definitely had to apply. He rolled his eyes, it’s not like it mattered, he was a freshman on the football team, he had dealt with his fair share of getting pushed around by upperclassmen. He couldn’t wait until he was older so he could be the one in charge. Whether it meant getting his clothes stolen while he was in the shower, to having to take the blame for the latest prank, Jeremiah seemed to get the shorter end of the stick.
Oh well, screw the negatives—Mav was coming over, there was no one home, and Jeremiah was totally set on getting fully drunk, even if it meant a massive hangover the next morning. Pulling a bottle of Gatorade out of the fridge, he chugged it down as fast as he could, and it seemed like in a few minutes, Mav had arrived, just walking through the door like he lived in the house – which, Jeremiah had to admit, Mav was totally welcome as a part of the family any time. And he knew it too. Jeremiah rolled his eyes and smiled at Mav’s joke, as he slipped off the kitchen island and went to greet his friend for years, who was happily stationed in Jeremiah’s bed. “Hey, dude, who let you get onto my bed?” he joked, kicking the side of him lightly. “And the alcohol is in the cabinet under the kitchen. Go fetch, Mav!” [/style] |
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Post by Maverick remington de luca on Jul 7, 2012 2:05:18 GMT -5
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2nusop0.jpg)] waiting a lifetime for your touch Mav stretched out on Jer’s bed being comfortable enough to not care. Jer was his best friend anyways. ‘Dude you did. I own this bed. It’s mine now. Get over it’ Mav laughed a little, sitting up and frowning at his friend. ‘Some host you are.’ He got up, running slightly to the kitchen. He opened up the cabinet, grabbed a bottle of vodka and ran back to Jer’s room. He untwisted the lid and took a swig from the bottle ‘Ready to get totally smashed?’ [/style] |
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Post by Jeremiah Xavier Blair on Jul 7, 2012 3:07:27 GMT -5
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[style=border-right:10px solid #00084C; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #00084C; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; ]He rolled his eyes. It was rare to find a friend so much like a brother, and so easy to be around. "Thanks, I pride myself on being the best host I can be," Jeremiah answered, his voice so overly-dramatic, that he couldn't possibly sound serious. He watched Mav leave to the kitchen, in a hurry, as he laughed at how eager he was to already start drinking.
"Slow down there, you don't want to pee your pants, dude," Jeremiah said, teasing him at the way he seemed to dash back. Jeremiah took the bottle from him and pouring some into his mouth, the liquid burning slightly as it went down his throat. "By the way, you are not drinking and driving, so you better tell your parents that you're spending the night or something." [/style] |
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Post by Maverick remington de luca on Jul 8, 2012 15:21:31 GMT -5
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2nusop0.jpg)] waiting a lifetime for your touch Mav shoved his friend. 'BS dude. You suck as a host. This is why no one asks us to hang' Mav was joking of course. They didn't get invited to parties because they were freshmen. That's all there was to it.
'Shut up dude! I'm just ready to get wasted.' Mav was used to getting drunk with Jer. It was what they seemed to do most weekends. It wasn't like they had anything else to do. 'Dude neither of us drive. And my parents don't freaking care where I am. My mom is in the bottle and my dad is in whatever fantasy land he's in.' Mav took another gulp of the hot liquid. Tonight would be good. [/style] |
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Post by Jeremiah Xavier Blair on Jul 8, 2012 15:48:37 GMT -5
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[style=border-right:10px solid #00084C; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #00084C; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; ]"Damn, you hurt my feelings Mav," Jeremiah joked, holding his chest in feign hurt. He rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. He pushed himself to sit on the table, grabbing another bottle and taking a big sip, closing his eyes to savor the feeling. He'd known about Mav's parental issues, about how his family wasn't really in the best shape, and he tried to make up for it by inviting him over and trying to be a good friend.
"Sorry, Mav," he answered genuinely, downing more alcohol. "I know it's shit at your place right now, but I know how it feels. I mean, I was a foster kid for like, half my life. It kills the fuck out of you to know that poeple don't want you." He didn't really mean to get sentimental to mention his past, but it just spilled out of his mouth. [/style] |
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Post by Maverick remington de luca on Jul 9, 2012 4:42:03 GMT -5
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2nusop0.jpg)] waiting a lifetime for your touch Mav flicked Jer off with a smirk. This just was how the two boys had always been. Being friends since sixth grade just gave you that kind of relationship with the right to joke around like that. ‘Such a puss Jer.’ Mav squirmed as the topic of his home life was talked about. Mav honestly hated talking about it and tried to get away from that as much as possible. Although he could only get away when he knew Naya and his brother were safe, which didn’t happen as often as he liked. Mav guessed the reason him and Jer were so close was because they got each other and how much families could suck. ‘Ok enough of this mushy crap. Let’s get wasted.’ Mav took another swig of the alcohol and walked over to Jer’s stereo, turning on Eminem loudly. [/style] |
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Post by Jeremiah Xavier Blair on Jul 10, 2012 2:12:38 GMT -5
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[style=border-right:10px solid #00084C; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #00084C; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px;]Though their words were exchanged easily between the boys, of jokes, of laughs, of girls, and even of the most recent action movie that came out as the spoke over taking chugs of their respective drinks, the clock had quickly turned on the next hour. It was beginning to get late, and Jeremiah had soon forgotten how many drinks he had taken and hadn't planned on counting anyway, but it had been a white before their conscious words had become slurred, and their conversations only led to nothing but laughs and confused murmurs.
Anyone who knew Jeremiah knew that he was the "loving drunk" -- and that played perfectly in him as he began to pull on Mav's shoulder, collapsing on the bed next to him. His head was foggy as he seemed to find every little thing funny, "I love you, man!" he yelled, his voice raising in pitch, loudly so his voice almost cracked. "I DON'T KNOW IF YOU HEARD ME, BUT I LOVE YOU MAN!" he laughed loudly, taking another swig of his drink. [/style] |
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Post by Maverick remington de luca on Jul 12, 2012 0:46:18 GMT -5
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2nusop0.jpg)] waiting a lifetime for your touch Mav was such a sloppy drunk. Especially as a freshman. He hadn't quite built up his tolerance yet. So here he was slurring all over the place and trying to make sure he didn't fall over while laughing like a hyena. 'Man I love you too!' Mav couldn't help but start laughing as Jer screamed it again. 'Dude I think the world is spinning and we're the only things staying still. Mav grabbed onto his best friend to steady himself just in case they started spinning too. [/style] |
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Post by Jeremiah Xavier Blair on Jul 15, 2012 22:42:29 GMT -5
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[style=border-right:10px solid #00084C; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #00084C; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px;]Technically, what they were doing was illegal, but these days, everyone drank, and especially how happy and euphoric he felt right now, he hadn't regretted all those drinks he had consumed. Jeremiah's vision was a little blurry, and his head was pounding slightly, but as a loving drunk, he had all these lovey-dovey feelings, he couldn't help but hug Mav and hold him close to his heart. "You know how much I love you?" he asked, a laugh exploding out of him as he fell over on the bed. "This much!" He held out his arms as long as he could before laughing again.
"I think you're so preeeettty," Jeremiah slurred, patting Mav on his head before taking another long swig of his drink, before dropping it. The spill would probably take Jeremiah hours to clean out of his carpet later, but at the moment, he didn't give a darn. "You're so preeeeetty, I could kiss you right now! A big, sloppy wet one!" Jeremiah laughed. [/style] |
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Post by Maverick remington de luca on Jul 30, 2012 20:09:01 GMT -5
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2nusop0.jpg)] waiting a lifetime for your touch Mav knew that he really wasn't going to remember much of went down the next day. At that point he didn't care though. He was just having fun being drunk with his best friend. Mav let himself be pulled into a hug by Jer. 'Bro ya I know how much you lo-' Before he could finish Jer cut him off spreading out his arms. Mav couldn't help but laugh a little at the whole thing.
'Naaaah' Mav nudged Jer playfully. Honestly he didn't know what he was doing, but hey blame it on the alcohol. 'Kiss me? Jer I'm not that pretty.' Mav shoved him playfully once more with a slight giggle. Ok if Mav was ever gay he obviously would be the girl. [/style] |
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Post by Jeremiah Xavier Blair on Aug 2, 2012 13:26:05 GMT -5
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[style=border-right:10px solid #00084C; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #00084C; background-color:#ffffff; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; ]Jeremiah laughed, pushing Mav on the shoulder, suddenly feeling very sentimental at the moment. Now Jeremiah was a tough guy -- he didn't cry, or didn't have heart to hearts with his best friend, but maybe the multiple drinks had gotten to him when he began to sit there and slur on and on about how much Mav meant to him as a friend. "You know, you're the beeeeest!" he said, looking Mav straight in the eye, a smle on his face. "The best friend ever, I mean, you're so niiiiiice, and GOOD LOOKING!"
Jeremiah used his hands to grab the side of Mav's head in quite a frenzy, "I mean, I bet all those girls are all over you, because look at your beautiful hair!" he said, their faces nearly touching. "If I was a girl I'd be aaaaaalll over you!" And then Jeremiah did it. Clearly trashed, and definitely getting a massive hangover the next morning, a kiss was shared between the two clearly straight males -- a kiss that would go down in history as one of the most embarassing experiences of Jeremiah's life. But the deed was done. [/style] |
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Post by Maverick remington de luca on Aug 9, 2012 16:04:59 GMT -5
[style=width:300px; height: 300px; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/2nusop0.jpg)] waiting a lifetime for your touch Mav couldn't help but laugh as his friend droned on. 'No man, you're the best!' They both were more than a little drunk and Mav could feel his cuddly drunk stage coming on. 'Not as good looking as you!' Ok they were ridiculous. But, hey they were best friends who were drinking together. They were allowed to be ridiculous!
Mav locked his eyes with Jer's as the other boy grabbed his face. 'Man I'm not that great! Now you, all the girls totally want on that and if I was a girl I'd have to get in line to even try and have a chance with you!' If sober Mav could hear this conversation he would slap both of them until they came to their senses. Mav's lips met Jer's and even in that drunken moment Mav knew that the next morning he was going to hate himself and they were going to swear to never speak of this moment ever again. Even under extreme torture. [/style] |
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