Two months have passed and Green was basically living at Red's house, taking care of the alcoholic in progress. Red drank heavily every night. If he didn't have at least two cans of beer or a bottle of vodka, he'd run to the store and get some more. Green was heartbroken. He hated what Red had turned into. Red was starting to become an aggressive drunk, screaming and yelling at the brunette, sometimes even going as far as hitting him. Green still has a bruise on his face from when Red was angry and punched him.
Green was sitting down on Red's couch reading a book when all of a sudden, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He saw Red open the front door. Before the raven haired man could leave his house, Green ran up to him and grabbed him by the shoulder. Green closed the door and pulled Red back. "You're not going to the liquor store today, Red," Green stated.
"Why not?" Red grumbled.
"Because I'm not letting you drink anymore! Can't you see that it's ruining you?"
Red stayed silent. Green always hated that. He NEVER gave him an answer. It was always silent.
Green grabbed Red by his shirt collar and pushed him on the floor. "You disgust me. Just look at what you've become. You're turning into an abusive drunk!" Green yelled. Red looked away, not wanting to see Green's angry reaction. Suddenly, he heard the door slam and Green was gone.
What do I do now? Red thought to himself. He turned to the only thing that actually took the pain away: alcohol. He drank the remaining 3 beer cans in his refrigerator. He greeted the familiar numb buzz from the alcohol and stumbled over to the couch. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
What was he going to do? He never really thought this out. Red only started drinking because he wanted attention from Green. He wanted to be taken care of. He wanted the man more than anything.
Why not just tell him you want him?
Red's eyes widened. He could've just told the brunette his feelings the whole time instead of trying to trick him into taking care of him all the time. But what would happen if he did? Wouldn't Green reject him? He knew Green was straight. There was no way he would want him. Red sighed.
If you never try, you'll never know.
Red sat up from the couch. He was going to do this. No matter how hard it was. Red stood up from the couch and grabbed his keys from the table next to the front door. "Pika pi!" Red turned around to see Pikachu running towards him. Red simply shook his head no, silently telling his childhood friend that he couldn't come with him. Pikachu's ears lowered and he sadly walked over to the couch. He sniffed one of the beer cans before making a disgusted face and running upstairs. Red giggled slightly and left to go to Green's house.
Green was sitting on the counter in his kitchen. He was still angry about earlier. Why should he be expected to take care of Red and then, as a thank you, get beaten and yelled at? It just wasn't fair. Red really had some growing up to do. Green decided that he wasn't going to take care of the abusive drunk again. He didn't have to, nor did he want to, take care of his abuser. Green lifted up his hand and softly touched the bruise on his face, wincing at the contact. Daisy is going to have a fit when she sees this Green thought to himself.
Red arrived at Green's house. He hesitated before knocking. Suddenly, he heard stumbling from inside the house. Then, Green opened the door. Green glared at Red. "What do you want, Green?"
"I…I need to tell you something, Green."
"Well, what is it?"
"Please, come to my house," Red frowned.
Green's eyes widened once he smelled the alcohol on Red's breath. "You were just drinking a few minutes ago, weren't you?"
Red stayed silent. Green growled and slammed the door shut. Red decided to knock on it again. "Go away!" Green shouted.
"Please! Give me a chance! I really need to talk to you! Please, Green…" At this point, tears were forming in Red's eyes and spilling down his face like a gentle waterfall.
Hearing the sobbing in Red's voice, Green slowly opened the door and sighed. "Fine, let's go."
Red smiled a bit and stepped away to allow Green to leave the house. The walk back to Red's house was silent and awkward. Thank goodness it wasn't a long walk, just about two minutes worth of walking. Red opened the door for Green, letting the brunette go in before him. Green nodded thanks to the raven haired man and sat down on Red's couch. Red copied Green's actions, sitting down right next to him. Red looked up at the brunette.
"I'm sorry for being a jerk to you, Green. I really am. No one should be treated like that."
Green just mumbled something inaudible under his breath.
"Green, I also need to tell you something else," Red mumbled. Green looked over at Red, now interested in what he was about to say. He's never heard Red talk this much before, so he decided to listen to every single word. If Red was talking this much, it had to be important. Or maybe it was the alcohol making him talk this much? Either way, it could be important.
"I've been feeling very strange for the past couple of years. I was extremely confused about these feelings and I think I may have finally found out what they were," Red started to slur, the alcohol now taking full effect.
"So, what are they?" Green asked.
Red leaned closer to Green, putting his hands on the brunette's shoulders. He lifted his head to Green's ear and whispered into it softly, "Green, I think I'm in love with you."
