A/N: The Ending was sooooooooooooooo sad, so I had to change it!
"Could be our place, Beany, just me, you, a cheeky sip of vodka every now and again" Rave said, raising the bottle to his lips.
He looked at his best friend. Tired, wet, distant. A Fake smile on his face. Still as fit as fuck, but Rave couldn't tell him that. He couldn't tell him how much he wanted to run his hand through his curls, or how good he looked in that Trust company shirt. For Fuck's sake he had a Girifriend. Casey shaw. Blonde, fit, firm tits. He was the luckest guy in town. But he didn't feel a tenth of that "Feeling" he'd felt for his friend.
Jeremy was a part of him.
He was breaking in front of him like shattered glass and all he wanted to do was hold him.
"What's wrong Beany?"
"Nothing" Jeremy sniffed.
"Stop bull-shittng, what's wrong with ya?" He asked, tugging at his shirt.
His friend pushes him away. The action doesn't hurt, it's the rejection behind it. He backs away, pulling his coat over his shoulders. Should he wrap it around Jeremy, to prove that he cares? He wants him to know how much he dreams about him. How much he's wanted to be his boyfriend, but everytime the words reach his mouth he feels sick.
"Christ, what crawled up your arse and died? I bought you here to celebrate!" The older boy shouts in frustration.
"Rave I don't wanna get pissed with you" He huffs.
"What?" He asks. As his best friend leans up from the floor.
"I wanna kiss you" Jeremy mumbles brushing the wet hair from his eyes he looks up at him with an intensity that makes Rave want to run out the door.