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Snowball groaned as he got on the bus, just wanting to go home and bury himself under the covers on his big, comfy bed. He sat down on the seat in the very back, shutting his eyes.
"Heyo! Like, Snowball, is that right?"
The boy in question jumped out of his skin, whipping his head to look at Match, who sat right alongside him with a huge, fake smile on her face.
"God, Match, you scared me. Don't just start randomly talking to people." Snowball said with an unfriendly tone to his voice. Match rolled her eyes and shoved a paper envelope into his hands.
"Well, anyway, I heard that you were, like, really good at drinking. Like, that's it's hard to get you drunk, right??" She asked, scooting closer to Snowball, the same stupid smirk plastered onto her face.
"I mean, I guess. Why?"
"Well, I'm having a huge party, and I've decided to be kind and invite almost everyone I know! I wanna know how much alcohol to bring!"
"Well, if I'm gonna be there, then you're gonna have to bring a whole lot of liquor."
"That's, like, the spirit!!" Match said as she got up, heading towards Woody with another invitation in her hand.
She really is inviting anyone, huh? Snowball thought, closing his eyes once more, feeling the warm spring breeze from an open window flow through his hair.
Snowball's jaw almost dropped to the floor once he saw the house. Stairs with hedges and bushes along the sides leading up to the front porch, big dark wooden doors guarding the entrance to a three-story mansion. The walls were constructed of white and gray stones. He looked up at the balcony and saw two green-haired boys aggressively making out. Teenagers of all shapes and sizes were sprawled out on the lawn, some making out, some eating, some doing both at the same time. Another couple, a blond boy with a pink and white striped shirt (which was on backward, by the way.) and a boy with red hair and a white hoodie toppled out of a bush, drunkenly giggling.
Snowball glanced at them as they passed out on each other, walking towards the doors. One of them was cracked open to reveal a mass of dancing people and fastly flashing lights. He was pulled in by a random person that he didn't even know and stumbled into the mob. The place on the inside was just as breathtaking as the outside, if not, even more breathtaking. Snowball didn't have a chance to take it all in before Pencil threw a bag of some white stuff at him, saying "Have some snow, Snow!"
Snowball stood there, dumbfounded, and then looked at the bag in his hand.
Cocaine... he thought, turning it in his hand, examining it. I'll use this later. Snowball sighed and then stuffed the bag in his jacket pocket, heading towards the kitchen. After around ten minutes of navigating a drunken, high crowd, he finally found Match standing on top of the kitchen counter, giving alcohol out to everybody.
"Heyyyy, Snowboy! You made it! I thought you would stay home and sulk or something," She said, continuing to fill cups with soda and rum. "You want some?" Snowball nodded his head while yelling "Yeah!" over the roaring party. Match smiled as she filled a whole large red plastic cup with some rum. "Soda?" "Nah, man. That's for pussy cats!" Snowball snatched the cup and gulped over half the drink in one go, quickly drank the rest, and slammed the cup down. The girl looked at him with wide eyes.
"Give me more... I wanna get hammered tonight," Snowball said, slurring a bit. "Alright! Here ya go!" Match bent down and reached into a cabinet, pulling out a whole 750 ml bottle of Captin Morgan and handing it to him. He grabbed it and stared at it in awe. "Thanks!!" He thanked Match as he walked deeper into the crowd, getting lost in the music and dancing.
Later that night, after partying with some random juniors, he wandered upstairs, where it smelled heavily of weed and beer. He slowly went up the stairs, hiccuping. He still had a big, empty bottle of something he was given earlier. Snowball soon toppled into the room. There were a lot fewer people up here than there were downstairs. In the corner, he saw someone he sorta recognized playing pool with two other people, playing pool. Snowball walked over and rested his arm on the guy's shoulder.
"Heyy~"
The boy jumped, dropping his pool stick, and whipped his around to face Snowball, a shocked look on his face.
"Snowball?! You're here?! Holy crap, are you dru-"
"Of course he's drunk , dummy."
Snowball could barely make out their faces as they talked. The one in front of him was... Blocky, the one who just called him a dummy was Eraser, and the quiet one was Pen. "Heyyyy, gang! How are you doing?" He slurred, stepping back a little bit.
"I'm doing fine, but you don't look too hot yourself," Eraser said as he ditched the game and walked over to where Snowball was. He stumbled into the pink-haired boys' arms, giggling. Snowball almost slumped down to the floor, but Eraser caught him before he could fall. An empty bag with some white speckles fell out of Snowball's pocket, drifting to the floor.
"Oh my god, you did crack didn't you."
"Y- hic yup!"
Eraser looked at his friends.
"Hey, is it okay if I take Snowball home? He's crossfaded."
Blocky nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm sure Pen here will keep me company, right Pen?"
Pen mumbled something that Snowball couldn't quite figure out, most likely along the lines of "I want to go home."
"Alright, coolio." Eraser grabbed Snowball's hand "Let's go, buddy." Snowball obeyed, following Eraser as he went downstairs and navigated through the crowd. Once they reached the outside, Eraser called an Uber driver to pick them up and drop them off at a motel room. Once they reached their destination, Snowball was told to stay outside. After around a minute or two, Eraser came out with some keys to a room.
They sat down on the bed, magenta LEDs illuminating the room. Snowball gagged a little bit, and Eraser helped him to the bathroom. He held his hair back as Snowball emptied his insides into the toilet.
"Hrrrg.."
"I know, I know. Let it out," Eraser said as he patted the other boy on the back. After they were done with that, they both went to the (surprisingly comfy) bed, burying themselves under the covers.
It was 2 AM, and Snowball couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because of how woozy he was? Never mind that, he wanted to talk to Eraser, who was on his phone.
"Good thing that we got out of the party, right?"
"Hmm..?"
"Look," Eraser said as he showed Snowball his phone. It showed Blocky's private story, where he was running from the cops. "Better hope that he doesn't get caught." He set the phone down. Snowball pulled his phone out as well, checking his text messages. He had 56 unread messages from his mom berating him. If Snowball were sober, he would've just rolled his eyes and delete the messages. But he's not sober. In fact, he's very NOT sober.
Eraser turned his head when he heard sniffling, confused. Snowball was clutching his now turned-off phone as tears streamed down his face.
"Woah, what's wrong?" Eraser asked as he scooted closer, a concerned look on his face. He gasped in shock as Snowball threw himself into his arms, now sobbing.
"Uhh, there, there. Let it all out." He stroked the weeping boys' back softly with his fingers, trying his best to console him. Eraser wasn't... exactly the best at touchy-feely stuff, but Snowball needed this.
After thirty minutes of sobbing, sniffling, and sobbing again, Snowball quieted down, wiping his tears away with the blanket.
"T-thanks..."
"For what?"
"Not making fun of me."
Eraser chuckled. "I would never make fun of someone for crying. Crying's good, everybody does it," He said, looking down at Snowball, who was still in his arms. He gasped softly as he felt Snowball hold his hand, fingers intertwined.
They leaned in, kissing each other softly on the lips. Snowball slowly separated from the kiss, a light pink painted onto his cheeks. Eraser smiled at him, flustered.
"Do you wanna go putt-putting at the skating rink tomorrow night?" Snowball asked, softly stroking Eraser's cheek.
"Y-yeah. That would be nice."