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The second Wemmbu stepped onto the front porch of the house he was reminded why he didn't like parties.
For one, all the loud noise was terrible. He didn't mind the music, but the volume of it was enough of a reason for him to leave. Also, he wasn't drinking like everyone else. Half of the activities required alcohol, and water definitely wasn't welcomed in them, so that wasn't an option.
Finally, the amount of people asking for his number and trying to start a conversation about stuff he never knew nor cared about, was the last straw. He started considering leaving, until he remembered why he came here in the first place.
FlameFrags had asked him to.
Over the last couple of months their rivalry with Flame had dulled, resulting in them kinda becoming friends, which is why Flame invited him to a party. He had spent his afternoon getting ready, fussing with his hair--in the end he still put it in a bun. He wanted to wear something fancy, but he didn't think he'd fit with the rest of the people, so he wore basic sweatpants and a hoodie. He actually looked forward seeing Flame tonight, but by the looks of it he's not seeing him.
He was just starting to zone out when he heard his name being called with a following 'bro'. He looked over at Flame, who had some company with him.
One of shorter boys wore a yellow cardigan with a yellow shirt under it, as well as some random black pants. He had curly hair and somewhat yellow eyes. Wemmbu's eyes then landed at Mane, the tallest person in the trio that was heading towards him. He wore an orange tee with white shorts and a matching orange blindfold. Something about sensitive eyes.
Flame reached in his pocket to pull out a cigarette, muttering something to Mane, who handed him a lighter. He brought the cigarette to his lips, the filter brushing against his lips for a moment before he flicked the lighter open, his thumb rolled the flint--one, two--a small flame appeared. He tilted the cigarette into it, the tobacco igniting slowly. He took a long drag, letting it out a few seconds later.
Once they approached the porch where Wemmbu was standing, Flame put the cigarette between his fingers, a soft smile forming on his face. "Hey, this is Lomedy. Hope it's cool he joined‐" He looked over at Mane. "‐you already know Mane, so..."
"Yeah, yeah, it's fine." Wemmbu looked Lomedy up and down before shaking his hand. "I'm Wemmbu. I think you know me."
"Flame brings you up a lot whenever we're together--" Lomedy got cut off when Flame slightly pushed him, earning a 'hey' from both Mane and Lomedy. Flame looked Lomedy dead in the eyes.
"What he wanted to say is, yes, he knows you." Flame turned his head back to Wemmbu. "We heading in?"
Wemmbu fidgeted with his hands before replying to Flame. "Oh, right--yeah." He walked up to the door, opening it and entering the house.
Now that Flame was here, Wemmbu wasn’t sure what to do. Get drunk? No, that's out of the question--his parents are gonna kill him. Talk? Yeah, that seems nice. Shit, this is gonna be a long night.
Mane's voice cut through his thinking process. "I'm gonna help Lomedy socialize, aight, bro?" That was directed to Flame.
"Why are you asking me?" He looked up at Mane and then at Lomedy. "I mean, I'm not his guardian. I'll see you when it's time to go, then?"
Mane nodded, wrapping his arm around Lomedy's neck and leading him into a group of random people.
"Lomedy." Wemmbu tasted the way the name sounded. "He seems nice."
"He's like, my day one." He replied, moving the cigarette up to his lips and taking a quick drag, blowing out the smoke in a random direction. "He's shy, though. I'm working on it. Like--Not social anxiety shy, but like... I don't know, bro."
"I see. He's cute. Shouldn't be a problem to find someone for him." Wemmbu said before even registering saying it. Flame looked at him weirdly but decided not to talk about it.
Flame cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. "I'm going to grab some drinks, you with me?"
"Yeah, sure. I won't drink, though." Wemmbu replied, following Flame to the kitchen.
Flame shoved through people as they reached the kitchen table that was covered in boxes and coolers, next to an open sliding door, a slightly cold breeze coming in through. He looked through the boxes and pulled out one can. He felt Wemmbu's hand on his shoulder and he looked over.
"Take one for me too." Wemmbu said quickly.
"You wanna..." Flame looked amused. "You sure--... You sure you want it?" He let out a little laugh. "Okay." He grabbed another can, handing it to Wemmbu.
Wemmbu popped his can open and took a sip, grimacing. Flame took a sip of his own can, quietly giggling at Wemmbu's reaction. "You good, bro?"
"This is ass. Like, genuinely ass, buddy." Even if it was ass, Wemmbu still took another sip, fighting back another facial expression.
"Yeah, well, this is the cheapest beer highschoolers can afford, bro."
"There's no way." Wemmbu looked at Flame with a shocked expression.
"People aren't as rich as you, bro. You're--Hah, you're like capable of buying our school. You have pretty much everything." Flame dumbfoundedly said, and silence followed. It was a matter of seconds before he realized that it sounded rude. "Wait, bro, I didn't mean--"
"I know." Wemmbu cut him off, taking another sip. "You're not wrong."
It just had to get worse when someone called Flame. They both looked over to a guy that was dressed in dark and red clothes, like a clown, you could say. Wemmbu tried to remember his name, but couldn't really get a hold of it.
"Fuck--Find Mane, okay? I'll be back in a sec." Flame gave a slight pat on his shoulder as he moved.
Wemmbu didn't have any time to reply as Flame already walked off, leaving Wemmbu alone. He had to admit, he did feel a little nervous and out of place. He took the last sip, throwing the can into a trash bin. He looked around, trying to find a tall guy with orange locks. After a few minutes, he figured it'd be easier to walk around the house and look for someone he knew. He felt incredibly out of place.
That was until a familiar voice cut through the loud noise. "Wemmbu!" Mane called out. Wemmbu searched for the source of the voice until he saw the tall guy with broad shoulders looking at him. He pushed his way over to Mane, who wrapped his arm around Wemmbu. "What, Flame ditched you?"
"Some random guy called him over and he said he'd be back in a sec." He replied, walking as Mane was leading him somewhere. "The guy's weird looking."
Mane's face turned into a confused look. "What did he look like?"
"Like--He had black hair, dark and red clothes..." Wemmbu walked into a room where Lomedy and a few other people from their school were. "..I've seen them together a few times, but like, he won't tell me about him."
"Oh, shit--You're talking about ClownPierce. Yeah, he was like in the same kindergarten as us and currently living in the same neighborhood as we are, bro. They don't talk much, since like, Flame usually buys shit from him." The boy was a dealer, nothing more. Okay, that relieved Wemmbu a little. "Up for a card game?"
id happily write how they play and how wemmbu slowly gets drunk but im sorry i reallt dont want to and the fic would double in size
It felt like hours as Flame disappeared.
Wemmbu wasn't drunk, he was... He wasn't sure. He felt tipsy. He was playing a card game with Mane and Lomedy, and of course he had to drink. His parents are going to kill him--they're probably not home but the staff will definitely tell on him. He was playing so bad that on some point Mane told him to go look for Flame instead of playing. He figured he had to eat, since he watched a movie once where they told food usually helps when you're drunk.
He finally saw someone with locks and a black hoodie, he prayed it was Flame. He slowly walked through the amount of people that seemed to double, which makes sense, but how can they fit in such a small house.
As he was walking up to Flame, he shouted "Flame!", smiling. Flame turned around, a smile forming on his face aswell. Wemmbu pulled him into a tight hug and it didn't take a second for Flame to hug back. Wemmbu buried his face in Flame's neck.
"I missed you." He hummed, clinging closer. "Lomedy's quite nice."
"Wemmbu? You okay?" Wemmbu could feel Flame's voice vibrating through his chest as he spoke.
Wemmbu didn't reply in words, but in a giggle. He pulled back, looking at Flame, giggling.
"Holy shit, bro. You wanna go?" Flame's smile turned into a smirk now.
"Mhmmm..." Wemmbu murmured. "Outside."
Flame nodded, grabbing Wemmbu's arm and wrapping it around his own neck. Wemmbu leaned on Flame, walking towards the door through lots of people. Flame opened the door, leading Wemmbu onto the porch. They walked down the stairs and onto the yard, walking to the side of the house. The music still could be heard, but atleast it was muffled and the outside air, the lack of people, and all that was doing wonders to Wemmbu's mind anyway.
As soon as Wemmbu felt Flame let go of him, he leaned onto the wall of the house, sliding down until he was sitting on the messy, uncut grass.
"I'm gonna get you some water, stay here, got it?" When Wemmbu nodded, Flame walked off to get a cup of water.
He ran his hands through the grass, leaning his head onto the wall, letting the muffled bass of the music fill his ears.
"--mbu." Flame's voice cut through. "Wemmbu. I got you water." He sat down next to him, handing Wemmbu a cup of water.
He took it from Flame's hands, taking two big sips. The water freshened him up a little. It felt nice and cold.
Flame looked at Wemmbu, who's expression was stupidly vulnerable. Stupid. Attractive. No, it was stupid.
Wemmbu's head seemed to lean on Flame's shoulder as an automatic response. He felt the cold wind hit his hair, messing with the strands that got out of the bun after everything that has happened. Flame's hand was wrapped around Wemmbu's waist, keeping him close. All that existed right now was Wemmbu with Flame beside him.
Flame thought it was the fact that Wemmbu's drunk made him so clingy. One thing he forgot is, a drunk's move is a sober's thought. Wemmbu interrupted Flame's thinking by just four words.
"Can I kiss you?"
Flame's breath hitched, registering the question. His voice was barely a whisper, "Yeah."
Flame heard Wemmbu let out a quiet laugh, almost like an exhale from a breath that was held in too long. Wemmbu licked his lips.
Wemmbu straddled Flame's thighs.
Wemmbu was straddling him--he pulled Flame into a kiss. Wemmbu's lips were touching his. A little wet, cold--most importantly--they were so soft. The kiss was fast. Messy. Sloppy. Whatever. It was inexperienced. Wemmbu was actually kissing him.
Wemmbu slowly pulled back, a small smile forming on his lips. "I'm sorry, it was--... It was my first kiss. Was it.. Was it bad?"
"No, it was nice. It was really nice." Flame managed to speak up. "I liked it."
Wemmbu's smile now reaches his ears, wrinkling his eyes. "Could we try again?"
Flame nodded, hand moving to cup Wemmbu's cheek, who leaned into the touch and moved forward to press his lips on Flame's again.
This time the kiss was a little better. It was slower, more gentle. They were still trying to match their movements. They both got up, pulling back--realizing the lack of oxygen they've been getting.
After they caught up their breath, this time it was Flame who kissed Wemmbu. His hands moved to hold Wemmbu's face to deepen the kiss, resulting in Wemmbu slightly hitting the back of his head into the wall. A sound came out of his mouth--some sort of sigh and something else entirely. Holy fuck, Flame thought and pushed his tongue in--Beer. Fuck. His mouth tasted like beer.
He immediately pulled back, taking a deep breath. He looked over at the drunk boy, who was giggling.
"Wemmbu... You're--Bro, you're drunk. We... I shouldn't be doing this." Flame ran his hand down his face.
"No I'm not. I know what I'm doing." Wemmbu immediately got defensive, pushing off the wall.
Flame let out a breath he realized he was holding, hand reaching into his pocket. "You have been drinking all night!"
"How do you know that? You haven't even been next to me longer than for five minutes!" Wemmbu's eyes slowly started watering.
"I watched you from a distance, bro! You kept fucking losing at that game Mane offered you to play!" His hand pulled out a cigarette, a habit he developed when he's nervous.
Wemmbu stared at Flame, who already lit the tip of the cigarette and took a quick drag. "Yeah, go take another smoke break!" He rubbed his eyes, feeling his face tremble slightly. "Why can't you understand that I loved you since the day we fucking met! I--... Fuck! I wanted to kiss you for months. I wanted... I wanted so much!"
Flame didn't dare to look in Wemmbu's eyes. "No you didn’t. No way. Have you seen me?"
"I see a handsome guy--"
"Don't give me that shit, bro. Have you seen yourself? We don't fit together, bro." Flame took a slow drag, blowing out the smoke upwards.
"Why are you saying that?" Wemmbu felt tears dripping down his face, but he didn't care.
Flame laughed, cigarette still between his fingers. "Wemmbu." He finally looked at him. "You're rich. You're smart, you're... You're pretty, bro. Everyone likes you--"
"Not everyone..." Wemmbu looked down at the grass. "..you think I'm pretty?"
"Bro? Who the fuck doesn't? You look like a model. Your skin is flawless, your hair is so long and, and--it's fucking gorgeous, Wemmbu. You're gorgeous. And I just started noticing all of this recently, and like, I hate myself for the fact that I never did before."
Wemmbu shook his head. "You can't mean that." He muttered.
"Too fucking bad I do." He took another quick drag before throwing the cigarette on the grass, stomping it. "Bro, I'd give up anything in my life just to see you happy, and like--I don't have that much, but even then I would give it--" Wemmbu was kissing him again.
He was kissing Flame again. He wrapped his arms around Flame, giggling into the kiss as Flame started to giggle aswell. Wemmbu pulled back and his crying turned into just broken hiccups. Flame pulled him into a hug, guiding Wemmbu's head in his neck.
Some time passed with them standing like this before Flame built up enough courage to speak up.
"Wemm, did you really mean everything you've said?" He ran his hand through Wemmbu's hair.
Wemmbu slowly pulled back, looking at Flame. "Everything. I meant everything. I love you, Flame--I always loved you."
Flame felt his face getting more red than it already was and looked away. "I love you too, Wemm." He felt a hand cup his jaw, turning him back towards Wemmbu.
"My head hurts. Can we sit down?"
They both let out a quiet laugh as Flame helped Wemmbu get closer to the wall and sat him down, sitting next to him.
They sat there for a few minutes without talking. Wemmbu was calming himself down with his head on Flame's shoulder, hands together. "You gonna yell at me again if I smoke, bro?" Flame interrupted the silence.
Wemmbu let out a weak laugh. "No."
Flame's hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. He flicked the lighter open, his thumb rolled the flint a few times before it ignited. He lit the tip of the cigarette, watching the tobacco ignite slowly. Flame looked down at Wemmbu when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Can I try?" Wemmbu's eyes were still glassy.
Flame stared at him for a second before letting out a little laugh through his nose. "You're serious?"
Wemmbu nodded.
"No." He took a long drag, tilting his head back and letting the smoke drift in the wind. "Don't start."
"Flame, come on... Just one time, please." Oh and how could Flame say no.
"..fine. One puff. You, like, don't swallow it. Cough it right out." He sighed dramatically, bringing the cigarette closer to Wemmbu.
Wemmbu's eyes lit up as he grabbed the cigarette, smiling. He took the cigarette carefully between his fingers, copying Flame.
"Don't smile on me like that, bro, I'm literally ruining your lungs." Flame shook his head, smiling. "Don't--"
Before he could finish his sentence, Wemmbu already pulled a drag. He took it too fast and too hard. He grimaced, immediately started coughing and sat up straight. Smoke blew out of his nose and mouth. He kept coughing for a few seconds more.
"I told you, bro." Flame let out a short laugh.
Wemmbu stared at the cigarette, coughing every few seconds. "You smoke it all the time. Literally how, bro."
Flame grabbed the cigarette back. He moved it up to his own lips, taking a slow, easy drag. He blew out the smoke in a long stream. "Takes a while to get used to, bro. I told you, don't even think about starting."
Wemmbu slumped back against the wall, leaning his head on Flame's shoulder. His breathing was still uneven. "That was awful." He mumbled.
Before they could do something again, they heard a familiar voice. "There you are!" Mane shouted, walking up to the couple with Lomedy next to him. "How's Wemmbu?"
Both Flame and Wemmbu looked over at them. Wemmbu's lips parted--Flame put his hand over his lips. "His first time drinking, I think. He's bad." He replied.
"Shit, I'm sorry. Should've thought about that." Mane's hand reached to scratch the back of his neck, sitting down next to them. Lomedy decided on standing.
Flame looked at Lomedy. "So? Did you like the party?"
"I mean, It would've been better if I stayed at home and helped my mom, but either way, I liked the atmosphere." Lomedy groaned, rubbing his eyes.
Wemmbu licked Flame's palm, resulting in Flame pulling back and mumbling 'the fuck'. "I'm not that drunk! He's a liarrrr." He dragged the last word more than enough. "I need to go home."
"Dude--What if your parents are home?" Mane said, leaning forward to look at Wemmbu.
Wemmbu let out a quiet sigh. "They're never home, duh. Come on. My car should he somewhere around the corner."
"You're staying over at our house." Flame said, leaving no room for arguments.
"But..." Wemmbu started--
"No buts." Flame cut him off.
"If you guys are drunk I can drive!" Lomedy looked so excited to finally drive, hooray!
"I'm not drunk, Lomedy. You're not driving--We're gonna just gonna drop you off at your place." Flame stood up, stretching. "Come on, I'm driv‐-"
Mane cut Flame off. "No. I am. I have a license and you don't, bro. I am the driver here."
Lomedy let out a quiet 'aww', following Flame who already started to walk towards the end of the fence, ignoring Mane.
Mane stood up later, helping Wemmbu get up and helped him walk up to the car. They walked right around the corner to see a white INSERT CAR NAME PLS DONT FORGET TO ADD. Both Flame and Mane let out a whistle, walking closer.
"My keys are in... Uh--The right pocket." Wemmbu reached into his pocket, pulling out the car keys and throwing them in Flame's direction, who effortlessly caught them--Mane took them out of his hands, moving to sit in the drivers seat. Lomedy sat on the front passenger seat, and Flame with Wemmbu in the back. Flame kept Wemmbu up by constantly asking questions and actually listening, making Wemmbu more eager to reply.
After a while they dropped Lomedy off, who probably got a scolding for coming home late. By the time they arrived at Flame's and Mane's place, Wemmbu was awake and seemingly more sober than before. Wemmbu tripped a few times-- which was crazy considering it was only a few steps to the porch of the house--Flame always caught him.
They walked up to the front door as Mane was silently cursing looking at the window--the living room had the lights on, meaning their dad was awake. Flame pulled out his keys and opened the door. Mane took his shoes off and already walked off to greet his dad, and Flame helped take Wemmbu's shoes off, following Mane.
Their father stood up from the couch, lowering the TVs volume. "You guys good?" He asked, noticing Wemmbu who was using Flame as a wall, leaning on him.
Mane gestured to Wemmbu. "He's a little drunk, which is my fault." Their dad let out a sigh. "Is it okay if he stays the night?"
"He's already here. I'd say yes either way." Dad's voice was tired, but you could hear amusement in there too. "Give me your parents number, I'll call them and explain everything."
Wemmbu pushed off Flame, sighing. "I don't wanna be a burden."
"You're okay, Wemmbu." Dad said. "Flame, help him over."
Mane went to change and wash his teeth meanwhile Flame helped Wemmbu walk over to the couch and gave him a spare blanket. Wemmbu told the dad the phone number, who went to call it.
"This is (wemmbus last name i dont knowww no idea what to put here) management speaking, how may I help you?" A woman's voice cut through the speakers. The tone screamed professional.
"Hello, you probably don't know me but I am FlameFrags's father. If it's possible, could you put me with Wemmbu's parents?" Dad pinched the bridge of his nose.
"What for?" She replied. Keyboard clicks could be heard.
"Wemmbu can't get to his house right now which is why he is staying over at my house."
"Yeah, yeah, okay. I'll deliver the news to his father. Thank you."
"Yup, no prob--" Beep. Dad sighed, putting the phone in his pocket, looking over at the two on the couch who were looking at him aswell.
"Could've given your parents number, Wemmbu, not the staff." Dad chuckled, walking over to the hall.
"It is my parents number. They only reply when it's like, really urgent." Wemmbu said, sitting up straight to look at dad.
"I see." Was all he said before he walked in his room.
Flame stood up from the edge of the couch, walking over to the lights switch and turning it off. Mane walked out of the bathroom, looking at the two. "Good night. Tell Dad if you feel shitty in the morning."
"Will do." Wemmbu muttered to Mane who disappeared in his room, closing the door behind him.
"Is it true?" Flame turned on the small lamp on the table near the TV, turning the tv off aswell. "That like, the call redirects to your staff?"
"To my parents management team, yeah. I mean... They're always busy. That's the price of being wealthy, I guess." Wemmbu replied, his voice being so quiet in the silence around them.
Flame knew that his parents are busy, but he never asked any deeper. "So, you're always alone? Like, no parent at home?"
"The security walks around and checks up on me sometimes. They keep me company. Maids cook food, but I usually do it myself, so they're there to talk to me."
"Damn." Flame sat down on the edge of the bed. "That's crazy."
"Hey, I got room for you here." Wemmbu said, patting the space next to him. Flame thought for a few seconds before he actually did lay down next to Wemmbu. They laid like this for a while before Wemmbu grabbed Flame's hand.
"Do you wanna talk what happened?" Wemmbu's voice cut through the silence.
Flame looked at Wemmbu, who was laying on his back with his eyes closed. "What is there to talk about?"
"I meant like... Are we dating now, or what?" Wemmbu giggled, turning his head to look at Flame.
"That's up to you." Flame sighed, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "Either way, we should talk about this when you're really sober. And before you tell me that you're thinking clearly, I trust you, but it's better in the morning."
“Okay.” The voice coming from Wemmbu was so small and quiet as he squeezed Flame's hand. Flame put his other hand overtop Wemmbu's hand
Wemmbu smiled softly, squeezing Flame's hand again. Flame squeezed back, watching his friend’s--or you could say boyfriend's--face as he relaxed into the pillow. Flame fell asleep there, head resting against Wemmbu's head, still holding Wemmbu's hand.