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"Fuck..." I breathed, feeling two hands go to work in my pants. I had to stop this. What the fuck would be the explanation tomorrow? He'd remember it all and wonder why the HELL I didn't make him stop. Why don't I make him stop? It just feels so good... I didn't know he could do that. Although, maybe I shouldn't be surprised. He is a guy, and does know what most guys like. With all of the willpower I had left, I opened my eyes and saw that his mouth was getting closer. I clenched my jaw, and took a hold of Brian's hands.
"Hey," I whispered. "I don't think we should exactly be doing this." I said. He looked up at me, confused now more than ever.
"Wha- What did I do wrong??" Great. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid.
"Brian, you didn't do anything wrong, I just think this isn't something we should do." I saw panic flood his eyes and worry took over his once calm expression. "Why?? Will something bad happen? What the fuck do you mean?"
"Nothing bad will happen. Everything is going to be okay. Listen to me, you need to stand up. Do you want some water?"
"I want to sit down."
"Okay." I stood up, and zipped my pants, feeling slightly frustrated. He just had to be a guy, and my best friend, didn't he? I helped him sit where I previously was and then made my way to the kitchen. This is the second time he's done this, I thought to myself. Why does he continue... My thoughts trailed off, and a new question was brought to my attention. Second? Why had I thought that? I stood, staring at the floor while in complete thought. Oh shit... That night we'd become drunk wasn't the first... Was it? Oh God, I didn't even want to think about this right now. "Zackkkkk! Where is the floor?" I heard.
"Right below you, silly." I yelled back. I continued searching for a glass until I finally found one in the very back of the cabinet.
"Here," I extended my arm to hand the glass of water to my friend after I filled it to the top. "You should drink some of that. It'll make you feel better." He laughed, snatching the glass from me. Water splashed everywhere, including on my clothing. Ugh, whatever. He gulped down half of the glass in almost 30 seconds. I shook my head, walking over to the TV. Just in case anything that would scare him happens, I needed him to be distracted. A loud voice boomed from the TV as soon as I turned it on. "ADDDDVENTUREEE TIMEEE!"
Oh, good. That was usually pretty badass to watch while tripping balls.

"YES!" Brian screamed, staring intently at the screen that flashed colorful lights everywhere. I can only imagine what he sees it as. I think I had more fun watching him react to what he saw rather than what he was reacting to. He would sit there, slowly moving back and forth, laughing so hard that tears came streaming down his face. I haven't seen him so happy in a long, long time. I'm glad he was. About 30 minutes, and a couple of episodes later, a commercial came on and there was a banging at the door. Immediately Brian scooted closer to me. I could tell he was getting scared. It was probably just one of the guys. I wouldn't be surprised, this isn't the first time one of them has showed up at 4AM unannounced. "It's probably one of the guys, Bri. Nothing scary." He swallowed uncomfortably, and nodded.
"I want to answer the door."
"Okay." I smiled, leaning back on the comfortable couch. The banging continued a little more, and it didn't seem to bother him anymore, but it did me. Why would one of the guys drop in now? And why did it sound so urgent? I shook it off, and looked back to the TV. I kicked my feet up on the coffee table, and sighed heavily. This has been one hell of a night; I was just ready for it to be over. I guess that wish would have to wait though, because I had just calmed myself down about worrying when I heard the loud noise of glass shattering on the ground, and shuffling of feet. My head snapped up, and all I saw was Brian's glass of water in dozens of sharp pieces scattered all over the floor and Brian stumbling backwards. I wasn't even paying attention to who was at the door, all I was focused on was Brian. He gripped tightly to the doorknob and I could tell he was holding his breath. His head slowly turned to look at me, and there was just this look of pure fear and utter horror flushing over his face. His mouth hung open, eyes glossy. I got up, making my way over to him. "Bria..." My voice came to a halt when I saw who was on the other side of the door frame.
I blinked a few times, trying to register and oh my God...
Holy mother of God...

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