Context: You're celebrating graduation with the rest of the school at a fancy hotel nearby. You just want to read, but it seems the night has other plans for you.

Setting: A hotel room

Tags:[M4A][Enemies to ?][Drunk Bully Speaker][Sober Kind Listener][Bully x Listener][Vulnerable][Saying Goodbye][Confession][Cuddling][Sweet]but[Angst][Self-Esteem][L-Bomb][Hair Petting][Reverse Comfort][CW: Drunk Speaker/Angst]

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[Scene opens in your hotel room]

[SFX: Muffled partying and a drunken stupor]

[You’re lying out on the couch in your hotel room, listening to wild parties rage all around you, and trying to read]

[SFX: The hotel door opening]

[You look up, expecting to see your bunkmate. Instead, you see your bully]

“Wuh…? This isn’t my hotel room…”

[Pause]

[He squints at you for a moment]

“Oh, Nerd! I didn’t see you at the graduation party… You holing up to read, per usual?”

[Pause?]

“Hehe, yeah. I am downing far too much whiskey, per usual. You’re still reading in your graduation outfit, though? Lame. You should come down and dance and party! Just once, now that school is done!”

[Pause]

[He tweaks his jacket a bit]

“Damned right I wore my old man’s biker jacket to graduation! Miracle I’m here in the first place, and even more of a miracle that I didn’t get a chance to pour punch down your top before the ceremony finished.”

[Pause.]

“Aw, c’mon, Nerd! This could be the last night we ever see each other! Don’t you want one more fight, for old time's sake?”

[Pause.]

[He pouts and approaches the couch, hands on his hips]

“Nerd… c’mon, we’ve been sparring since fifth grade! Are you seriously not going to miss me, even a little?”

[...]

[SFX: Pages flipping]

[He frowns as you continue reading]

“Oho, gonna be like that, huh? Alright. I know how to get your attention.”

[Pause?]

[SFX: A blanket shifting]

[You yelp as he slides under the blanket covering your lower half and rests his head in your lap]

“Mmh. See? Crawl under this blanket, rest my head in your lap, and now I have your attention. Too big for you to shove off, too, hmhm. Surprise cuddles, mofo.”

[You give him a dirty look and he grins drunkenly up at you]

“You can glare all you want, I know you think I’m hot.”

[Pause]

“Looks aren’t everything? Dammmnnn, Nerd can sass back! Well, I hope you won’t mind if I continue to rest in your lap, hmm? Since you’re so unbothered by my presence?”

[Pause]

[SFX: Pages flipping]

[He pouts but settles, reeking of whiskey. A slight, shaky sigh escapes as you pet his hair]

[SFX: The Listener patting the Speaker’s hair]

“Petting my hair, huh?”

[Pause.]

“...Thanks. Nice to have you to myself… Been a long time, you know? Finals were nuts… Thanks for, um… helping me with the English final. Why is English so dumb? It’s so dumb!”

[Pause.]

[SFX: The Listener patting the Speaker’s hair]

“...You smell really nice.”

[Pause]

“Yeah? Is my hair soft? Good. I tried some of that conditioner you said. S’ pretty good.”

[...?]

[He looks blearily up at you]

“Well yeah, I take a lot of your advice… You’re really smart.”

[...]

“Well, I mean, I can’t just tell you that. That means you win, and… I dunno…”

[SFX: The Listener continuing to stroke his hair]

[Pause?]

“Of course, we’re playing a game. Dumb bully versus a smart nerd. Nerd is smarter, and more well-rounded, and the bully has to sit there, be humiliated and humbled. Nerd moves on, the better person, the bully gets left behind, and the game is over…”

[...]

[For a moment, he seems to zone out before he does something you didn’t think he could:]

“...M’ sorry I’ve been such an asshole… I just didn’t want the game to end before I was ready, but… I don’t… I-I can’t make myself ready, this time. Before? Sure. Just a game, after all… A little chance to get some of that bad boy danger without committing. I get it. I’m a novelty. And normally, I just take some time to break myself as hard as possible so that… I don’t know, I can let go. S’ like how you chain a mean dog, you know?”

[...]

“Psshhh, why not call myself a dog? S’ all I know how to do. And that’s the thing, you know? If you’re a mean dog, chained up for biting and barking, it makes moments like this so hard… s-so fucking hard…”

[...?]

[His shoulders shrug and then shake subtly]

“...I am a dog, see…? I just want to sit in someone’s lap and get pet before the chain goes back on.”

[...]

“...I…”

[He breaks, arms squeezing around your waist]

“I-I don’t want the game to end, yet! I don’t! I don’t want you to go away, and I don’t understand why, because whatever good is in me should be struggling to let you go so you can have better, but I…”

[...]

[SFX: The Listener continuing to pet his hair]

“...Please, can I just… I just want to pretend that I’m not chained up for a little bit…”

[Pause]

[He sighs in relief]

“Thank you…”

[...?]

“What do I see my future looking like…? I don’t. I figure I’ll get shot by the cops, or knifed during an altercation, or… something. Something that’ll make sense when you ask yourself, ‘I wonder what Ol’ Vince is up to?’ ten years from now. In jail or dead, take your pick.”

[...]

[He’s quiet for a bit and you think he might have fallen asleep when he utters a quiet, pathetic:]

“I love you.”

[Pause!]

[He’s bleary but sincere]

“I do… I asked a lot of people, read a lot of books, stared at a bunch of kittens… adopted a bunch of kittens. So, m’ pretty sure I’m right on this.”

[...]

“S’ OK… You don’t gotta say anything. I just wanted to say it ‘fore the game ends. Oh, and, you know how I make jokes about your butt a lot?”

[Pause?]

“Yeah… It’s a bitchin’ ass. Ten out of ten. Anywho!”

[Despite the odd scenario, you laugh. He gives you a bit of a goofy smile]

“Hehe… Got you to laugh. That’s something… A good way to end things, huh?”

[...]

“Yeah… I love you. Don’t think about it too hard. Don’t think about me at all, if you can… after I wake up, cause I’mma pass out in your lap now, mmkay? Mmkay. Night, honey.”

[With that, and a weak sigh, he passes out with his head on your stomach and his arms around your waist]

[...]

[...Well, fuck. What are you going to do now?]

[To be continued]