Chap.2: The Beginning of the End
Will sat timidly by the door of his room on the plateau. He was anxious to see Morty again, and tackled the first person he saw.
Unfortunately, it was Lance.
"Will!" the Champion barked.
Will backed away. "Goddammit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..... just really tense, ya know?" he said, afraid of being reprimanded by his superior.
"Well, try to keep your damn gay hormones under control! You almost killed me!" Lance spat.
"You don't need to be an ass." Will responded. "Now don't you have someplace to go? As in.....get out of my room?"
Lance huffed out, taking care to slam the door behind him.
15 minutes later, Morty still wasn't there. Will was in a panic, watching out the door like a hawk. Soon, he saw his familiar blonde boyfriend stumbling down the path.
"Morty-Morty!" he squealed, attaching himself to the other's waist.
"Will. Sup." Morty replied, nearly tripping on his on feet and hugging his purple-haired main squeeze a bit too tight.
"Too...much....hug....Morty...." Will choked.
Morty let go, but began to unbutton Will's shirt.
"Uhm.....what are you doing?" Will asked, slapping Morty's hand away. But Morty would have none of that. His pinned his more frail lover to the wall, kissing and sucking on his neck. He hiccupped every so often, and Will noticed this.
"You're so pretty...." Morty slurred, trying to take off Will's pants.
"You're so fucking drunk!" Will snapped, pushing him away roughly. Morty landed flat on his ass and stared up at Will.
"Do me!" he giggled.
"Hell no! Not when you're like this!" Will growled.
The sound of broken glass made Will jump. Morty fell unconscious as Karen stood behind him with a broken whiskey bottle.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Will nodded, buttoning his shirt back up.
"Yeah, I'm fine.....Morty's not, though. That drinking problem's gotta stop....."
"Some people can't control an impulsive drinking problem, Will......whiskey is the worst kind. I should know, I used to drink it."
"What are we going to do with him?" Will asked. "We can't just leave him here."
"Call Eusine, tell him to be at Ecruteak Gym. I'll get Murkrow to fly him back."
Will nodded. "Done and done!"
At seven o'clock, Will's phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, honey...." It was Morty.
"Some nerve you have, showing up at my place drunk!" Will screamed.
"I'm sorry, Will......I needed to tide myself over or I'd get withdrawls!"
"It doesn't mean you can show up blind drunk, Morty! For all I know, you could have been hookering or something!"
"I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have, but-"
"This drinking problem of yours is getting too out of hand, Morty."
"I know....but I can't stop, I'm addicted!"
"Oh, so you're just going to show up at the plateau and try to rape me again, huh?" Will snapped, sounding extremely pissed.
"I said I was sorry!"
"I don't have to take this, Morty!" Will hollered into the phone. "We are THROUGH, Morty, do you hear me?! WE ARE THROUGH!" He slammed down the phone, and Karen peered around the doorframe, looking sympathetic.
"Stop looking at me. Now." Will snarled.
Will sat timidly by the door of his room on the plateau. He was anxious to see Morty again, and tackled the first person he saw.
Unfortunately, it was Lance.
"Will!" the Champion barked.
Will backed away. "Goddammit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..... just really tense, ya know?" he said, afraid of being reprimanded by his superior.
"Well, try to keep your damn gay hormones under control! You almost killed me!" Lance spat.
"You don't need to be an ass." Will responded. "Now don't you have someplace to go? As in.....get out of my room?"
Lance huffed out, taking care to slam the door behind him.
15 minutes later, Morty still wasn't there. Will was in a panic, watching out the door like a hawk. Soon, he saw his familiar blonde boyfriend stumbling down the path.
"Morty-Morty!" he squealed, attaching himself to the other's waist.
"Will. Sup." Morty replied, nearly tripping on his on feet and hugging his purple-haired main squeeze a bit too tight.
"Too...much....hug....Morty...." Will choked.
Morty let go, but began to unbutton Will's shirt.
"Uhm.....what are you doing?" Will asked, slapping Morty's hand away. But Morty would have none of that. His pinned his more frail lover to the wall, kissing and sucking on his neck. He hiccupped every so often, and Will noticed this.
"You're so pretty...." Morty slurred, trying to take off Will's pants.
"You're so fucking drunk!" Will snapped, pushing him away roughly. Morty landed flat on his ass and stared up at Will.
"Do me!" he giggled.
"Hell no! Not when you're like this!" Will growled.
The sound of broken glass made Will jump. Morty fell unconscious as Karen stood behind him with a broken whiskey bottle.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Will nodded, buttoning his shirt back up.
"Yeah, I'm fine.....Morty's not, though. That drinking problem's gotta stop....."
"Some people can't control an impulsive drinking problem, Will......whiskey is the worst kind. I should know, I used to drink it."
"What are we going to do with him?" Will asked. "We can't just leave him here."
"Call Eusine, tell him to be at Ecruteak Gym. I'll get Murkrow to fly him back."
Will nodded. "Done and done!"
At seven o'clock, Will's phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, honey...." It was Morty.
"Some nerve you have, showing up at my place drunk!" Will screamed.
"I'm sorry, Will......I needed to tide myself over or I'd get withdrawls!"
"It doesn't mean you can show up blind drunk, Morty! For all I know, you could have been hookering or something!"
"I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have, but-"
"This drinking problem of yours is getting too out of hand, Morty."
"I know....but I can't stop, I'm addicted!"
"Oh, so you're just going to show up at the plateau and try to rape me again, huh?" Will snapped, sounding extremely pissed.
"I said I was sorry!"
"I don't have to take this, Morty!" Will hollered into the phone. "We are THROUGH, Morty, do you hear me?! WE ARE THROUGH!" He slammed down the phone, and Karen peered around the doorframe, looking sympathetic.
"Stop looking at me. Now." Will snarled.