~One week later~

~Christian (CC)~

All I remember from the night out is that we were all seriously drunk. We were dancing and some chicks kept trying to flirt with us, but we were way too drunk to notice them. I needed to go to the bathroom, and surprisingly, Ashley followed me.

"What's up, dude?" I muttered.

"I know your secret." He said, simply.

"What? No... How the fuck did you find out I do drugs?!" Not thinking about what I was saying, I let that little detail that ruled my life, slip out.

"You just told me." I should have known better. It was fucking typical of Ashley Abrocket Purdy to trick me like this. We were best friends though, so I knew he would keep it a secret. This method was his usual to try and get me to tell him things, especially when he knew I was very drunk. I sighed.

"Why do you always do this, Ashley? I can trust you not to tell anyone, can't I?"

"Of course you can, CC." He smiled and we headed out of the bathroom and back to Jake.

After a few minutes, Jake and Ashley asked me to get some more drinks, so I went to the bar and ordered three more. By the time I got back to the dance floor, Jake was eating Ashley's face off. What the fuck?!

"Jake, Ashley, take your horny asses somewhere more private!" I yelled, trying to stand up straight. They immediately pulled apart, Jake staring at me with wide eyes.

"I.. Uh.. This is not what it looks like!" Jake tried to cover his face to hide his embarrassment. Ashley just looked almost as shocked as me, staring at Jake and me in turn.

"What the fuck Jake?!" Ash screamed, slapped Jake and stormed out. Jake looked pretty hurt, he had tears in his eyes, threatening to escape at any moment now. He kept whispering stupid things like: "I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have done that. I can't believe it. What have I done?" I tried to calm him down, but it didn't work as he began to sob quietly.

"Jake, what is it? Why did you do that?" I asked, taking him over to the corner of the room. He shook his head and leaned on me, crying into my shoulder. Gently, I wrapped my arms around him.

"It's okay, just because you kissed him when you're drunk doesn't make you homosexual." I tried to make him feel better but that just made him cry even more.

"T-that's the t-thing though. I-I... I a-am. A-and I'm i-in love w-with him..." He stuttered through his tears. I froze. He looked up at me, his chocolate brown puppy eyes were tinted red, watery and beautiful as ever. When I fell for him about a year ago, he looked similar. His cheeks were stained with tears, his puffy eyes, bright red from crying and his arms draped around me for comfort. Now I knew I had a chance with him because he was gay, -like me- it gave me hope.

"CC..?" He whispered. I must have been silent for longer than I thought.

"I'm sorry, it's just... Never mind." I said, quickly looking away. Then I tried to comfort him. "I'm sure he didn't mean it in a bad way..."

"He fucking slapped me!" Jake shouted, his voice cracking. I stroked his hair as I rocked back and forth with him still leaning on me.

"He's drunk, Jakey." I muttered. My hand rested on his cheek. I looked deep into his eyes. His gentle pout made me sigh. My heart was beating faster than ever. I realized how much I actually love him.

By now, Jake had wiped his face from his tears on my t-shirt. I couldn't care less. At least he stopped crying now.

~One week later~
We were out at another bar today. By 'we' I mean Jake and me. The others wanted to stay in today and we wanted to get drunk, so we headed out to a random club. We were very drunk by then, and we were talking about some unimportant shit. I guess Jake found it incredibly funny, as soon he was crying with laughter. I couldn't even remember what it was.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I need to clean my face, I bet my make up has run." He face-palmed and smirked. I smiled at him and nodded. Then he walked off. I thought of this as my chance. I reached into the inside pocket of my leather jacket and took out a white powder in a small bag - cocaine. Making a line on the back of my hand, I sneakily sniffed it. Just as I was about to make a second line, Jake walked up to me.

"Christian! What are you doing?!" He whisper-shouted so that no one would notice. "If that is what I think it is, you are aware that it's illegal, right?" Now he was sitting next to me, tipping the drug back into the little bag. Trying to make eye contact with me, Jake gently took my hands in his. I refused to look at him. My eyes were probably already red from the drug. "I'm sorry." I murmured.

"Don't be, you're just hurting yourself." He pulled my chin up, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were filled with pain and sorrow. "When?" He asked.

"W-what?"

"When did you start doing drugs?"

"Uh... I- It was about 3 years ago..." I muttered and looked away. Again, he pulled my chin back, making me look him in the eyes. It hurt. His pained eyes fixed on me, his hard gaze wandering over my face.

"You're going to make my make up run, like last time we went out, Christian. This time, it won't be out of laughter." He said it with such seriousness that I felt a lump form in my throat. I kept repeating that I'm sorry, but it wasn't working. I felt tears crash into Jake's and mine linked hands and I looked up to find that they were his tears. I reached out and wiped a single tear from his cheek, letting my hand linger there for a moment.

I felt faint and sick. I guess mixing alcohol and drugs wasn't such a good idea, but fuck it. What has been done, can't be undone, can it?! I should have known better than to just sniff fucking cocaine when I knew Jake could come back at any moment. I was stupid. I was an idiot.

"I'm so sorry Jakey. Please... Please forgive me. I- I'll do anything, just please don't hate me." I begged.

"Anything? Will you stop?" Jake said, trying to hold back tears.

"I can't d-" he cut me off.

"At least try? For me? For our friendship?" He pleaded. I sighed, then nodded. He grinned, let his tears escape and pulled me into a massive hug. "I will help you get out of it. We should start by getting rid of all your supplies and all ways of contacting any of your dealers, alright?" He said, somewhat cheerfully. I sighed again.

"I can't just stop. I'm addicted. It will take a while, Jake. I've gotten to the point where I can't last for more than 5 hours without taking some kind of drug! It's really not that simple..." Now I was crying with frustration and sadness.

"I know, CC. We start off by forgetting about your dealers then. You can have what you have left, but we will have to slowly get rid of it, bit by bit. I don't want to hurt you, I just want you to be happy and live. Christian, you're my best friend, okay?" He briefly hugged me, then kissed my cheek. What might have seemed like an innocent act of friendship to him, meant the world to me. I felt fainter than before. I smiled weakly and hugged him.

"Alright. I will try this for you, Jakey."

A/N Sorry if some of the drug descriptions aren't accurate, I've never done drugs (and I'm not planning to) so I have no idea what to do. Again, sorry, and feel free to correct me if I'm wrong in some parts.