I wanted to try a little humour for once since most of my fanfictions are depressing angsty little shits... not sure how well I pulled it off, I don't know if the humour drowned out the other elements in the story and made it seem shallow or something. This genre isn't really my field, but I gave it my best shot so oh well. Comments/criticism to help me improve is greatly appreciated!
Some facts to get straight:
1) Silver's a terrible drinker.
2) Yes, they're watching Titanic. Gold has terribly unmanly taste in movies.
3) I don't know how many times the word 'of' really appeared in Titanic, so I'm just throwing out a random number here.
4) Aaaand there's probably going to be sex in the next chapter. Cheers.
5) I originally wanted to make them drink/eat every time someone in Titanic said 'Jack', until I went and researched it. It's 80 times. And it was 50 for Rose. Even I'm not that cruel.
Silver hated Gold.
He hated the way that Gold was always so reckless and thoughtless, charging into every situation without getting his facts straight first. He hated the way Gold seemed like an attention grabbing bastard, always flirting with girls and showing off whenever he achieved something great. He hated how Gold teased him mercilessly, continuously made fun of his ginger hair and laughed whenever he did something stupid and flushed the exact colour of said hair.
Most of all, Silver hated how much he loved Gold.
"Damn it," he cursed. His fist rammed into the sofa he was sitting on and created a squishy looking dent, but he didn't realise it. "How the hell is it possible to love and hate someone at the same time?"
Annoyed, he glanced up at the clock and promptly sighed. It was close to 7 o'clock, which meant that the aforementioned idiot would be dropping over for their weekly movie night and sleepover. Grudgingly Silver had to admit that it was kind of a girlish habit- and Silver hated anything that made him look girly, he already had enough problems with his image as it was- but the sight of Gold's pouting face had made him relent. They'd started movie nights about two months ago, and since Gold usually got to pick the movies (Silver supplied the snacks and drinks), he'd had to tolerate a staggering amount of movies ranging from action packed thrillers to cheesy chick flicks.
He'd never admit it, but he might have almost secretly enjoyed some of the chick flicks. Almost.
"But if he's going to make me watch When Harry Met Sally again, I'm really going to punch his teeth in," muttered the redhead.
His eyes swept over the glass coffee table in front of him, taking stock of the items placed on it. Drinks, check. Movie selection, check. Unhealthy junk food that Gold insisted on eating no matter how many times Silver told him he would bloat up like a snorlax, check.
Frowning, Silver glanced at the clock again. It was now past 7, yet he still found himself sitting alone on the couch. Annoying black headed guy, not check.
Just as Silver was about to give up waiting and call Gold up, without warning, the doors flew open and a boy staggered in, his wild hair obscuring one eye and mountains of snacks obscuring most of him.
"Never fear, Gold is here!" he proclaimed, grinning crazily at Silver (who had his mouth very unattractively flopped open). Triumphantly, he set down his snacks on the floor and flopped onto the sofa, kicking off his shoes and throwing his feet on Silver's clean coffee table. "Alright, let's get this party started!"
Recovering, Silver strode over to Gold and was about to yell at him for being late when his foot brushed against one of Gold's snacks strewn on the floor. Disbelievingly, he picked up the mounds of carrier bags and peered inside. Rage Candybars, Lava Cookies, Cinnabar Volcano Burgers… who the hell did Gold think he all bought this for, Team Rocket?
"You bought snacks?"
Enthusiastically, Gold nodded. "Yeah! You asked me to pick some, so yeah. It made me kind of late." Breaking off, his eyes drifted over to the contents of the coffee table and he gave a small frown. "I wouldn't have if you told me you already had some, though."
Silver resisted the urge to smack Gold. "You moron, I asked you to pick the movie, not the snacks. Do you never listen?!"
"Uhh, I guess I must have heard wrongly then. I was playing some video games when you called. My bad."
"Don't 'my bad' me! Who the hell do you think's gonna finish all this?!"
"I can eat it!" Gold protested. Grinning, he patted his belly. "Bottomless pit, at your service."
Silver lifted his fist, aiming for Gold's face. "It was nice knowing you."
When everything had been happily settled, Silver sat heavily on his couch, staring dejectedly at the pile of food littering his table. Beside him, Gold, with a fresh bruise under one eye, was collapsed on the other side of the sofa. As if on cue, both of them turned to look at each other.
"So, seeing that it was your brilliant intellect that put us in this dilemma, what do you propose we do?" asked Silver dryly.
"My brilliant intellect still firmly believes I can finish all this."
Silver raised his fist.
"Okay! Chill. Geez, you don't have to be so uptight all the time. How about…" he trailed off in thought. "Okay, I got it. We watch When Harry Met Sally again-"
"Not happening." growled Silver.
"-Which is not what I'm suggesting, at all," Gold quickly amended, eyeing Silver's clenched up hand. "We watch a movie. And every time a character in the show says the word… "of", we eat one of the snacks and take a swig of beer. Whoever can last throughout the entire thing without throwing up from the food or getting drunk wins."
"But we don't have beer," Silver noted.
With a small smirk, Gold reached for his backpacked and unzipped it, revealing a stash of liquor. "Are you sure about that, Silvy?"
"Holy Arc- Don't call me- Isn't that your dad's?!" Silver spluttered, goggling at the cans of beer.
"Shh, if no one tells him he'll never know," Gold replied impishly. Lifting one of the cans of beer out of the bag, he turned to face Silver with a cocky grin. "So, are you game?"
"It's a crazy idea and you know it," retorted the ginger, surveying the heap of snacks and liquor doubtfully. "I'd get sick. And probably throw up all over you, which would be the only bright spot in all this. And that beer would probably make me spout all kind of crazy stuff like-"
He broke off abruptly, flushing as he realised what he was about to say. Like how I like you.
"Like..?" Gold rejoined, flashing him a teasing smile.
Silver scowled. "Never mind. Point is, it's a stupid idea and I don't want to be cooped up all night with a drunk guy." Especially if I have a crush on him, he added silently.
"Hmm? It's a challenge, Sil. Are you backing down from a challenge?" Gold dragged out the words, smiling at the redhead knowingly. Silver would never back out from a challenge for fear of looking weak. And Gold knew that, damn him.
It was going to be a long night.
"Fine," snapped Silver. "In that case, let's raise the stakes. The loser…will have to do anything the victor demands."
"Deal."
"Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls…"
"Ah, there it is. Drink. Eat." Gold muttered, thrusting a can of beer and a packet of Rage Candybars in Silver's face. Blearily, the redhead accepted, chugging down the beer and shoving food in his mouth. They were about halfway through the movie and both guys were thoroughly drunk and sprawled out on the sofa. Gold didn't even relish the sex scene that followed like he usually would, which was a nice change of pace in Silver's opinion.
"How many times has the word 'of' come out..?" Silver mumbled. His words were starting to slur.
"Eight. And we're only halfway. Good luck."
Silver glanced at the array of snacks still left on the table with a hint of derision. Further past them, he could see Gold's backpack slumped against the side of the sofa, a small peek of the beer cans showing through. And the sofa and coffee table which Silver had just cleaned that morning was littered with empty cans, food wrappers and residues of food. He groaned.
"What's the matter?" Gold turned to him, a lazy but arrogant smile on his face. "Giving up already, Silvy?"
"No," he scowled. To prove that he wasn't going to, he downed the rest of his beer and threw the can to one side, then turned back to face Gold.
To his irritation, Gold only chuckled. "Aww. You're so cute when you're determined."
Silver wasn't sure he heard right. "What did you say?"
"Ah, it's nothing." replied Gold, grinning mischievously.
By midnight, Silver was a wreck.
The movie had just ended and he had vomited twice from overconsumption of alcohol, with Gold sitting at his side and patting his back. He'd never been one for alcohol, only drinking occasionally when he was stuck in social situations (which either Blue or Gold usually dragged him into) so he'd never consumed as much beer as this in a night before.
"Hey, Sil. You alright? You didn't have to push yourself so hard, you know." Gold's loud voice floated into his ear, but it sounded a little muffled.
"You…idiot…" was all Silver could manage before collapsing back on the couch.
"You're the idiot," Gold protested. "Unlike some people, I can at least hold my liquor." Grabbing hold of Silver's arm, he attempted to drape it over his shoulders, but the ginger resisted.
"What are you doing..?" Silver muttered, frowning.
"I'm going to help you get back to you room. So hurry up and give me your arm. Unless you want me to carry you back princess style."
"I can still punch you, you know."
Upon arriving at Silver's room- which Gold admirably had to climb up two flights of stairs while dragging Silver to reach- the raven haired boy set his friend down on the bed, groaning. He straightened up and stretched his limbs, twisting from side to side.
"Arceus, you're heavy," he complained, dragging up a chair so he could sit beside the bed.
Silver sighed and adjusted himself a little, trying to find a more comfortable spot. When he opened his eyes again, he could see Gold sitting at his bedside, gazing at him worriedly.
"I'm not sick, you know." Silver coughed.
"Yeah, well, tell that to the plastic bags that you vomited into."
Silver grimaced, but made no reply. With his head throbbing like hell and Gold so close to him, his brain was finding it a little difficult to come back with a smart reply. In fact, it seemed like all he could focus on was Gold's face. The way his hair seemed to explode from his head, how it always covered one eye, the anxious expression that he had on his face… it was kind of cute.
"Thanks," smirked Gold.
Automatically, Silver blushed. Had he said anything out loud?
"What?"
"Well, you were mumbling something and I caught the words 'kind of cute'. So, unless you happened to be talking to your sneasel alarm clock over there, I guess you mean me."
Silver wished he could punch the cocky grin off his face.
"Whatever. Just go to sleep, I'll be fine. You know where the guest rooms are-"
"If you really wanna know, though, I think you're kind of cute too."
Silver froze. "What?"
Gold leaned in closer. His breath was warm, tickling Silver's neck. "Since you're blind drunk, you won't remember any of this tomorrow, right?"
Silver could feel his face heating up even more. "You idiot… if you try anything, I'll-"
"The truth is, I kind of set this up. I knew you got drunk easily. During the movie, I ate the snacks, but I secretly stashed some of the beer I was supposed to drink back into my bag when you weren't looking. That's why I didn't get as drunk as you did."
"You fucking bastard-"
"I needed to talk to you, Sil," Gold interrupted. His eyes looked almost desperate, ringed with a kind of pain Silver had never seen there before. "I wanted to tell you before, so many times, but the timing just never seemed to be right. Plus I didn't know what you'd think of me after I told you… I didn't know if you'd still want to be my friend. So I wanted to make sure that even if things went wrong, you'd forget about what I said."
"Just get to the point."
Gold hesitated, then took a deep breath. "I guess what I'm trying to say is…I love you, Silver."