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Chapter 17.2: The High and the Wasted
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2024-10-29 19:42:56AUGUST
The drive towards Marlon’s house was surprisingly not that long. I almost thought we just turned around two blocks. It looked like it, but the drive took about twenty minutes even when it’s already late and there aren’t many cars on the road. This was probably one of the good things about living in a normal town like Mary Heights. The streets and the roads aren’t that much crowded as early as eight in the evening.
I was growing a little bit nervous about Rachel sitting right in front of the steering wheel. She was evidently drunk, we’re all evidently drunk and no one’s quite that sober to take over the driving job. I don’t even know how to drive myself which was a total disappointment considering the fact that driving’s becoming more of a skill requirement. I kept my eyes on both Rachel’s hand and on the road making it sure that we don’t crash a
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AUGUST“What are you doing here?” Ambrose asked and he seemed to be quite surprised to see me here.If I wasn’t already drunk, I would’ve probably felt a whole new different kind of feeling the moment I recognized that Ambrose was the one who pulled me away through that crowd. I would’ve had a small panic attack, but that not even the case. I’m under this magnificent cloud of vodka and punch and I’m feeling real hyper which meant that I’m all ready for anything.I looked at Ambrose real close even though my sight is a bit flashy at this point. His hair seemed to have grown a few inches longer that the last time I saw him this quite close. The slit on his left eyebrows seemed to be permanent. Or maybe that slit is either natural or he just kept it consistently shaved.“Uhm, partying?” There was a moment of silen
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AUGUSTAmbrose took giant leaps that it was almost impossible for my sluggish ass to catch up to him. My head seemed to spin for a while as I tried walking at a faster pace. I saw him enter the front door of the house. By the time I got inside, I can’t see a sign of Ambrose anywhere because there are so many drunk people blocking the way. I don’t know if I was just so focused on following Ambrose that my ears aren’t cooperating with the reality of the noise inside the house. Or maybe they just decided to tone the music down to a lower level since it’s already getting deeper into the night that it might disturb the whole neighborhood. My eyes roamed throughout the dim panorama of the house hoping to see any signs of Ambrose but I couldn’t get a proper look. There are a lot of head popping in and out even though I tried to specifically look for someone with a long mullet. The lights were still flashing a
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AUGUST Although it’s about to reel towards midnight, the night still seemed to be quite young yet. Ambrose was focused on the road and that’s just about the right thing that he should be doing. I put my worrisome face on and grabbed on Ambrose’s torso as tight as I could possibly do. I know we are both under the influence of booze and we even had some of those mushrooms. I’m just a little bit surprised that it hasn’t started to kick inside our systems yet. I don’t know about Ambrose; he might be seeing some weird shit right now but that doesn’t even matter. He appeared to be an expert on this and I’m more than impressed about his riding skills. I kept my grip on Ambrose’s body firm and tight that I can feel his toned abs under all the garment that he was wearing. The wind was savage and cutting as Ambrose drove faster and faster. I’m growing nervous mostly because I can’t see anything. With the lack of stars above the night sky,
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AMBROSEThis Friday night had just turned into something unexpectedly interesting for me and I’m sure it’s quite the same thing for August. I was just upset earlier right after telling my true feelings for him and now he’s in the same fucking room as me. How could something top that? The person that I like was in my house and that meant everything to me. I can’t fucking believe the blatant reality that I just took August home with me tonight. I never saw it coming but hey, this was something new for me and I’m looking forward for what’s going to happen in the next few hours.I remembered throwing a tantrum earlier, smashing that bottle of beer was my way of coping up with what happened. It’s truly a scary, sort of barbaric act but I don’t blame myself for that because I clearly don’t know any better way to react. I’m just upset and somehow scared that
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AMBROSE“Whatever, I don’t want to talk about them right now. I’m a having a blast tonight. This was probably the best night that I ever had.” August shook his head probably trying to shrug all of the negative energy to a distant land. He was just letting me know that we shouldn’t talk about Rachel and Phil. “For now, let’s just have another toast.” He gave me an inviting smile as he raised his already empty glass.“Oh you’re out of whiskey.” I spat eventually grabbing the bottle of whiskey and pouring some on his glass. There’s still some ice left on his glass so there’s no need for a refill.“Cheers!” August said once I finished pouring.“Cheers!” I replied putting all my attention to him and we both drank in unison.I know there’s a lot of things going on inside August’s mind
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AUGUSTThe sound of my ringtone was roaring like a thunder that it forced me to wake up from my deep slumber. Opening my eyes felt extremely difficult and even just twitching my eyeballs was making my head pop off. I’m sure this was what they call hangover and now I feel like shit. My eyes had a difficult time on adjusting from the bright morning light that’s rushing from the windows. I tried to let the phone call pass by hoping it would end soon but whoever’s calling must really be that persistent. I moved my muscles around eventually noticing that I was cooped inside Ambrose’s arms. We both fell asleep on the couch and I don’t even know how we ended up spooning each other.Even though I’m starting to reap the feeling of regret, I had a real blast last night. My head was pulsating in agony and some parts are throbbing but I had to take all of the pain in just to reach for my
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AUGUST“How’d you like the painting?” I almost jumped out in complete shock when I heard Ambrose speak from behind.I turned my head to have a better view of him and he was looking rather fresh and comfortable that I’m starting to get jealous. I feel utterly disgusted by the stickiness and the smell of my body while Ambrose just got out of the shower and he’s all feeling refreshed. He’s wearing nothing but a towel on the bottom half of his body while the top was all for my eyes to scrutinize. I never thought I would see this Grecian body once again but here it is all for me to gaze upon at. There were grains of water still forming on his toned muscles, some of them are cascading down making him look even hotter than he already was. The little gay August hiding inside of me was already melting like cheddar cheese as the air around me turned a little bit humid. If I could just
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AUGUSTAll good things must come to an end. I remembered someone had said that or wrote that and now, the good thing between Ambrose and me just ended on a very positive note. He just left after taking me home and now I’m left indescribably hangover by him. I’m still having the hangover from last night’s full on blast, I still feel dehydrated and my muscles are aching, but that’s not even relevant because the hangover that I’m having about what happened between me and Ambrose was more powerful.I walked tardily inside our house and my mind was still occupied by the thoughts of the one Ambrose Haylock. I’ve never thought of him being gay, or even liking another guy in the slightest, not even when pigs fly but surprising things in life are meant to surprise you in the most unanticipated moment.After I having a shower, Ambrose and I ended up cooking some ra
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AUGUST“I didn’t know you brought a friend of yours home?!” The older man wearing this fancy royal blue suit mouthed when I brought myself into the picture basically referring to my sudden appearance. He seemed quite startled to see me emerge from the stairs. Just as the man was startled, I was stunned as well the moment that I heard him speak. The tone of his voice sounded professional and commanding at the very same time and it reminded me of the school’s headmistress.“Oh, yeah.” Ambrose trailed and it was pretty obvious in his tone of voice that he was faltering as he turned his head to look at me. “His name’s August. He’s one of my teammates.” He introduced me and while he said my correct name, I was confused when he said I was one of his teammates.I know he used to play basketball and used to be the captain of the team but this exchange m
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AUGUSTThe bright sunlight just pierced right through my eyes when I opened them the next morning. I was facing the window and Ambrose was hugging me from behind and just being the bigger spoon. It took some time for my eyes to adjust from the brightness of daylight but after I got the hang of it, I instantly moved my head and I accidentally hit my head on Ambrose’s chin. The collision was quite hard enough that it woke him up as well.“Hmmmm.” Ambrose groaned from the pain and had to pull one of his hand to adjust from it.“Sorry about that.” I spat out and the words came out pretty hoarsely.“Good morning,” He greeted me with his guttural morning voice as he rubbed both of his eyes to adjust from the brightness of the daylight.“How was your night, Ambrose?” I asked as I stared at his messy just woke up face. He still looked pretty hot
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Dancing in his Storm Chapter 25.2: A Night to Remember
AMBROSEI was instantly engulfed with the feeling of guilt and regret. I didn’t mean to shove August like that. I swear to whoever’s watching over us above the clouds. I might be the most violent person in this building but I’m pretty much honest that I didn’t want that to happen. I didn’t even think I put force into that. I completely thought I was just trying to keep him at bay from his attempt at preventing me from drinking the full glass of whiskey. It was never in my intention to hurt him. I had already reached the point where I was about to punch the wall brought about by the anger that I have for myself. And then it turns out that August was just playing with me. He was laughing hysterically that I was just confused at first. He was in pain, writhing like I’ve wrestled him hard on the ground. I saw it in his face that he was really feeling the agony from the supposed impact.
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AMBROSEI have never imagined the day that I would hang out like this with August ever again. The last time August was here felt so much like a century ago. At least that’s all because I’m too distracted this past week that thinking about him was totally lost in the equation. I was on the verge of believing that I’ll never survive this hell of a week but here I am pouring whiskey on my glass with August sitting at the far corner of the couch.Things just went fast in a matter of hours that I’m still thinking about what happened back at the river. I had an extremely rough week that I just went to find solace at my favorite spot at the river not knowing that someone’s going to show up uninvited. I had never ever expected that August would show up at the river right at the moment where I didn’t know I needed his presence. I may have acted violent a few hours ago and that’s
