Same Love *Complete*

*Complete* Michel is a 16 year old boy, who is different from the rest. He goes to school and starts to have feeling for his best friend, who is a boy. He choices to not ever act on those feelings, but how long can he act like he has nothing different about him.

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19. Blame it on the alcohol

I run outside to chase after Noah.

"Noah, wh-" I start.

"Stop!" He yells, "Me and Joey may not get along but," he rolled his eyes and started walking away. I grab his shoulder stopping him. He turns around with tears filled eyes.

"Joey..." He whispers, "Is my, twin brother..." He whispers to me.

Noah's POV

"No, I mean you guys kinda look alike, actually a lot, but he would've told me, I would've remembered. I'm remembering a lot, important things like this... You guys don't even have the same last name!" He yells.

"I never told you, my parents gave me up, as a baby... They only wanted one..." He pushed his hair back in stress.

"Michel you okay?" I ask.

"I don't know okay! You can't drop something like that on me then expect me to be okay!" He yells.

"He's not even gay! He just wants to beat me!" I yell.

He runs up to me and kisses me. 

I feel like he's been playing with my heart, it's kinda ticking me off. 

One moment he goes on about we can't be together, next he says he loves me and kisses me... But his kisses are nice.

We stop kissing and I rest my forehead on his.

"You know... We're on your neighbor's lawn." He whispers. 

I laugh.

I look up and I see his beautiful eyes sparkling. Then I kiss him.

I run my fingers through his beautiful hair.

He jumps up and I catch him, he wraps his legs around my waist.

In between kisses he whispers sweets into my ear like, you're beautiful, you're perfect.

The sprinklers turn on and Michel stops kissing me.

"My hair!" He yells. He jumps off of me.

He runs in the house and grabs a beer.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Getting a beer, I've always wanted to taste this shit!" He opens it.

"Okay but you won't like it." I say.

"Sure I will." He says. He takes a big chug and swallows a forth of it and spits the rest out.

I grab a beer and I take a huge chug.

"How on earth can you drink that?!" Michel asks.

I shrug, "I'm use to it." I say.

He looks at me then his beer and takes a huge chug and drinks the whole thing. 

"Woah you're already getting better." I say.

"Get me another." He mumbles.

"You sure?" I ask

He nods.

I toss him another and he drinks it.

Soon enough we're both drunk.

"There's one more beer!" He yells in sadness. He grabs it and throws it to me.

"You should have it." He says. I open it and I drink the whole thing pretty fast.

He opens a cabinet. "This is the last of the liquor." He says. 

"Vodka..?" I ask

"Yeah unless you're scared." He says. He opens it and makes a shot and drinks it.

"Give it to me." I say. I take three shots then… That was the last of my memory…

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