Puke All Over Pizza

CHAPTER FOUR:

|Puke All Over Pizza|

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"You know what, we're switching to Vodka."

Aaron said, and pulled out a bottle of vodka, lined among other liquor, from the fridge.

He held it up, as though he was showing Adrian the label and requesting consent, before making his way back to Adrian.

Adrian noticed his chipped front tooth the moment he smiled. It wasn't chipped in a weird way, in fact, it looked cool for the most it. It also did pop out his long face, and his V chin, in a very intriguing manner. Over all, Adrian did find it somewhat attractive.

"Water?" Adrian regrettably joked.

"It does look like water, but not the kind you wanna mess with."

"So, booze?"

Fuck me!

It was meant to be very sarcastic, in a very annoying way, and definitely not the kind you'd chuckle to, like Aaron just did.

Aaron placed the bottle on the kitchen cabinet and went through the shelves looking for the perfect glass.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Adrian finally asked.

"Nothing. You lacked fun, and —"

"And you're the Santa that gives fun at parties?"

He said, after he'd intentionally interrupted.

Aaron pulled out two glasses, almost immediately he asked the obviously absurd question, though it wasn't the size he'd intended, but they'd still do. It were those, or the champagne glasses. But then, there's still the option of not using glasses, but he and Adrian's.... Whatever you'd call it –unavoidable coincidental meeting (at least to Adrian) – didn't permit such lengths of familiarity. So, the beer mugs were an excellent choice.

"I'm not!" He smiled, and handed Adrian one of the glasses. "I'm just some nice guy hoping to cheer people up."

He scoffed,

"It's either you're drunk, or you feel like you're some bizarre Santa."

He added, and received the glass handed to him,while holding up a brow, awaiting a positive response.

Aaron took a minute to pour in an ample acceptable amount of vodka into the glasses, before responding.

"Take it this way, I'm lonely —was lonely... Alone,"

He had aimed it to be a lie, a lie Adrian would spot as a lie, but accept it as an excuse, even though it was as true as fuck.

"And so were you."

Adrian said nothing, and only sent the whole content again into his mouth, and further offered the glass for more.

"You gotta dial down the drinking a bit," Aaron advised, after filling the cup the second time. "you don't wanna get home, and be smelling like booze and tobacco."

"It's not like I have anyone to go home to."

He chugged it, and made prompts for more.

"You live alone?"

He asked, and poured in more vodka.

Adrian chugged it again before responding.

"Yes —" At this point he could tell that he was getting drunk, or already drunk, due to the unfiltered blurts and responses he'd been giving lately.

Fuck it. He wasn't sober enough to refrain from saying much, so what was even the need in trying.

"Don't even try to be sorry for shit, I love staying alone."

He added.

"I wasn't even trying —"

"You're blonde?"

He asked, immediately taking notice to Aaron's hair.

Aaron felt pleased, for some strange reason.

"Blonde is bold, you know."

He tried joking.

"You mean black?"

Adrian asked.

"Blonde is bold," Aaron said. "Black is a rebel, while brown, is... In the gray. Just like yours."

"Mine. Right."

He ran his hand through his hair.

"But I still like blonde hair. I think I might get mine dyed soon."

Clearly it was the liquor talking, but Aaron felt the urge to just squeal like some cheerleader who just a thank you letter from her jocky crush.

"Of course, I love —"

Adrian immediately slammed the glass on the kitchen cabinet.

"What?"

"I think I'm gonna..."

Adrian jolted his hands to cover his mouth,

"I'm gonna throw up!"

He tried forcing the matinee and vodka back in. That was somewhat fruitless.

Aaron having noticed he was seconds away from puking, said.

"The bathroom is this way. Come on!"

He gestured to the direction the bathroom, but that wasn't any good. He pulled Adrian by the hand, and carefully yet quickly led him there.

"You good?"

Aaron asked, after Adrian had another session of having his intestinal hurled out.

He stuck out his head from the toilet bowl,

"Yeah. I still feel a bit dizzy though." and stuffed it back in, which caused his voice to echo. "Having my head inside a toilet doesn't help much either way."

"Say, wanna get outta here, and maybe... I don't know, get pizza or something?"

Adrian heaved his head.

"I'm still waiting on someone —"

He shoved his head into the bowl again.

"Oh! Right. What's her name."

"Yvette!"

He responded with his head deep inside the toilet.

"Cool!"

"But we could still come back real quick."

He said, then yanked out his head.

"Damn it! I really hate this place, let's just go, take a few hours, and then come back in time to keep up my appearance of waiting on my... Extra."

Smiles invaded his face this time as he replied.

"Great! Come on! I know a place we could get some really awesome junk food."

"Saying junk, and food, really makes it sound weird, and gross, but strangely appetizing."

"You bet."

They both laughed, and Aaron heaved him up from the hand Adrian had stretched in request of assistance.

***

"That toilet did smell a bit weird, don't you think so? It had the scent of strawberry, and mints, and piss all cooked up together in there."

Adrian jetted his leg at a laying can, and went a bit further ahead to hit again before retrograding back to Aaron when it rolled into the road.

"You had your head in it for quite some time, and you were drunk, so it's only natural for urine and water, to smell like cotton candy with a hint of piss."

Aaron said.

They both giggled, and Aaron had to grab his hand, and pull him closer, when he noticed Adrian straying off the walk away, almost bumping into one of the street lamps.

Having safely evaded the lamp post,

"Do you stay alone?"

Adrian asked, then spun around, and threw his arms in the air to feel the passing breeze.

"No, not really. I stay with my parents."

"Must be real nice uh?"

He dropped his hands, and the crazy act he was having on display, one which Aaron found cute.

"Nice? Jeez! The only thing nice about my family, is the bathtub and frequently available hot water every morning."

"But still, I mean, parents, a family, people to... You know, share the moments with, are really precious. I consider it gold —"

He slammed his left feet into the right, stumbled slightly, but before he fell completely, Aaron had caught him, and tried holding him up.

"Easy dude, I think you're too drunk to be walking. Thank goodness you ain't walking alone."

Adrian pulled away from his supporting arm.

"Thanks. I'm not all drunk, just that, everything is simply spinning really fast, so, I blame the Vertigo."

"Vertigo? Dude you're fucking drunk."

He stopped, which forced Adrian to too.

"Just give me your hands, and let me be the angel that guides you tonight."

He smiled, and offered his hands out.

"Well, I do need a guide dog nonetheless."

He took hold of his hand.

"Fuck you!"

The next half minute was lost to laughter.

"It's really nice,"

Adrian said.

"What?"

He asked.

"Having someone to hold your hands, and walking down the street with the same person, under a star lit sky."

He cuddled his hand more.

"It's really nice you know."

"I never thought of that. But I guess you're right."

Aaron felt satisfaction drooling over him. He simply looked at the sky drenched in bright twinkling stars, and smiled.

"Where's this pizza place, I'm already getting hungry —"

"We're here!"

Adrian felt a bit stirred innardly, he wasn't so sure if it was the vodka, or excitement, or it was his stomach reacting to the smell of pizza and orange juice.

"Can I have —"

"Can I have pepperoni," Adrian jumped in, and completely cut off Aaron.

"Mushrooms, hot sauce, and...and do you have vodka? I think I'll also need a drink. Vodka!"

Aaron slipped I front of him, and tried cutting him off from ordering as though he were at some weird funky bar where they served burgers, lollipop, and vodka at the counter.

"I'm so sorry, he's had a lot to drink tonight."

Aaron apologized, then went ahead to place an order.

"I meant that as a joke." He rolled his eyes. "I know I'm not entirely in full control of what I do, and maybe say, but that doesn't mean I don't know any fucking word that comes outta my mouth."

"That or not, the pizza should be here any moment. You like pepperoni right?"

"Who doesn't."

He chuckled, and immediately Aaron gave him that "I'm right" look.

"I'm not drunk. I'm a little light headed, but definitely not drunk."

"Really? Just don't throw up on the pizza alright?"

"Fun fact blondy. You just happened to be the second person who's ever seen me in my most vulnerable state."

"So you agree to the fact that you're drunk?"

"No. I mean—"

"Who was the first?"

Aaron intruded.

"Uh?"

Adrian dizzily asked.

"You said I was the second, so who was that first?"

"Oh. Yeah. My brother, my elder brother."

"You have a brother?"

Surprised and shocked, were the emotions Aaron had.

"He'd probably be dead by now... I don't give too much fuck about the nigga."

"Why?"

He wondered what might have gone wrong between the two of them.

"You do ask too many question. That's so...nerdy. Nerd!"

Adrian said, jetted from his seat, and began laughing, and chanting "nerd!"

"Alright, that's it. I'm getting you home."

Aaron stood up, and began pulling him by the arm.

"No!" Adrian fought back. "I don't welcome strangers to my house."

"What!?"

"Why?"

"It's," he staggered. "It's more of a personal philosophy."

After successfully dragging liquor-spice drenched body outside, he responded.

"But you're drunk, and you can't possibly get home on your own –"

"Don't worry, I'll handle him."

The voice was from behind. Who ever it was, came from the diner they just left.

"Madelyn?" He couldn't wrap his on it at first, but then again, this is Adrian and Madelyn, so this much was quite expected.

"Wait! Really? You don't plan on kidnapping him or anything?"

"He's drunk, and I'm not that shallow."

"I'm glad you know that ya shallow, and a stalker."

The words came right below his breath.

"Great! He's all yours. He's precious cargo, so handle him with care."

"Whatever nerd!"