pretty brown eyes (a 3rd part to 'boyfriends ^^' but it's better grammar!!!)

chapter 7: drunk boy against the kitchen floor

I wake up and yawn. The blanket is on the floor, and I'm still on Noah's lap, being hugged by my sleeping boyfriend. I gently climb out of the bed and cover Noah back up. I put on a random blue t-shirt and walk out to the living room. Jordan's already awake. She works today, so of course she is. I need to get a job. But, the doctor told me to wait a little bit to. And I could get my same job back, anyway.
  Jordan's sitting on the couch. "Hey.. Woaah, you never wear blue. Isn't green, like, your favorite color?"
  I shake my head and sit beside her. "My favorite color's blue. I just have a bunch of green."
  "Oh. damn, my life's been an absolute lie."
I chuckle and nod. Jordan continues, "I should probably get to work." She stands and grabs her keys. "Don't forget to take your medicine."
  "Okay."
  Jordan leaves, and now I'm alone. I always get terrible thoughts when I'm alone. Why don't I go back to my room and lay back down with Noah? Maybe he wants to sleep in, though. He probably hasn't in a while.
  Actually, no. He was asleep for a good while...
I wonder if he blames me. But that's stupid! I already told myself this.. It's not..

  "It's..better than you...right?"

  ..my fault.
  I sigh and stand up.
  The next thing you know, I'm drunk again, sitting on the kitchen floor.
  I feel like an idiot.
"Jayden? My dude, what are you doing on the floor?" I look up. A blonde boy is in front of me, giggling. He sits down in front of me. My vision is blurry. Who is this? "Boop," he says as he taps my nose.
  "..Who.." My voice just kind of gives up and trails off.
  "It's me, Parker."
  My first instinct is to flip him off. And I do because hahah he deserves it. "Go away." He sighs and, possibly, rolls his eyes? I don't know, man, my vision is terrible. My eyelashes are all wet from earlier tears, too. I was crying, right? Man.
  "How about you not be a bitch for once?" Parker asks. As if he didn't do everything wrong! I hate that guy.
  "Yyyyyyyyyyooooou're a biiitch." I'm so silly, dude.
  Parker hesitates before he starts laughing his ass off at me and I get really offended because that's MEAN. "Noah! Jayden is drunk as shit right noww!"
  "What?" Noah asks as he almost immediately runs down to the kitchen. Sonic???? Is tha you man??? "Jayden?"
He shoves Parker out of the way, (ahahahah L deserved,) leaving Parker letting out a little scoff, and kneels in front of me.. He's cute.
"You.. you're cute.." I mumble, giggling.
  Noah sighs. "My love, are you drunk?"
  "Jayden's hot, that's for sure," Parker says. Noah scoffs.
  I (completely hammered) can't help but look at Parker and ask, "Why are you..when did yyyou.. become ssss..so gay?..." My head tilts slightly in confusion because he IS being gay and I swear I'm not crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!
  Parker's smile disappears faster than my goddamn DAD did. And when I say that was fast, I mean fastfast! Like fast x23 (so wouldn't that be fastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfastfast? Or fffffffffffffffffffffffaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssssssssttttttttttttttttttttttt. Shit, I'm really drunk.)
  "I am NOT gay," Parker says.
  I shrug, and Noah cups my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. And ooooooh my gooooood he's so cute. He stares at me for a moment, a little intimidatingly. Makes me wonder if he's about to SMAAAACK me!! "..Parker, can you get some water?" he asks, but he's not really asking and I can tell by his tone. Parker's eyes roll again and he stands, tossing a bottle of water at Noah and kneeling down. Noah takes off the cap and gives it to me.
  "Drink," He says. I shake my head. "Jayden. Drink it."
  "Mmm..nnno."
  He closes his eyes for a moment in a both stressed and annoyed way, and Parker is just intrigued. Noah opens his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Well, then," Noah clicks his tongue, "Open your mouth."
  "Nn..noo."
  "Jayden. Open."
  I whine because I don't want to drink the gross water, but I open my mouth because he's demanding. Noah pours some water in my mouth. He obviously hasn't dealt with drunk people!!!
  "Okay. Gooood job. Now swallow." I roll my eyes and swallow the water.
  Parker is giggling. "This sounds extremely inappropriate, Noah."
  "You know what? Jayden's right; you're being gay," Noah mutters and hands me the water bottle. "Now drink the rest."
  Parker sighs. "I'm not even ga—"
  I reply to Noah, cutting Parker off, "Ooooookaaaay.." And I drink the water. Interrupting him was intentional because I want to make him mad. I look at the floor, and everything is kind of spinning. It has been, bit I haven't payed attention.
  Parker continues, "I-I'm not—"
  Noah laughs softly at me, and for some reason I start counting how many teeth are showing when he smiles. "Thank you, my love."
Fourteen.
  Parker takes a deep breath and yells in an extremely embarrassed and unsure voice, "I-I'm not gay!" Noah and I both flinch, looking at each other with faint smiles.
The Nike is a river in Egypt—
Focus, twink.
  "Awwwww... dead boy's maaaaad.." I giggle. Parker is bright red.
...I just called myself a twink. Internally.
"I am not gay," Parker repeats.
  Noah chuckles and stands up. "Come on."
  I try to stand, but I just trip over my feet and almost fall. Pathetic. Noah grabs me by my arm, which kind of hurts but I'm more focused on watching the room spin. The door to a walk-in closet that no one uses is spinning and it's really trippy, dude.
  "Careful." Noah holds me tightly by my waist. I nod and try to balance myself. When that fails, he picks me up like some baby with my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. I giggle, hugging him tightly, "You.. you're so strooongg.. Biiiig maaaaaaaan.."
  Parker puts his arms out in annoyance. It reminds me of a middle school boy getting in trouble and denying he did something bad. Yeah, I did that a lot. "So you're just gonna call me gay and then leave???"
  "Yeah." Noah leaves to our room, and I snicker. Once we're in our room, he lays me down on the bed and sit on the edge beside me.
"No more drinking," Noah whispers to me, "okay? You're too young. I am too. hell, Jordan even is."
"Ooooookaaaaayyyyy.." I hug Noah, climbing onto his lap, my favorite place, and resting my head on his shoulder. Noah sighs and wraps his arms around my hips.
"Jayden?" he whispers.
"Hm?"
Noah hesitates, as if something's been on his mind for a few moments now. "I don't blame you."
I snicker. "Uh, ooooookay!" I have absolutely no idea what he's talking about.
Noah sighs. "Do you know what I'm talking about?"
"Nope! I'm just.. tired.."