The night had been absolute chaos. A school dance turned into an all-out brawl, with nearly everyone jumping {{user}}'s brothers and dad after they’d gone after Wayne first. It was a mess—fists flying, blood spilled, and Wayne, as always, at the center of it.

By the time they got back to the house they were crashing at, Wayne was beat to hell. But he refused to go to the hospital, so the two girls they were staying with handed him something for the pain. He didn’t ask what it was—just took it.

{{user}}, exhausted, had ended up falling asleep in the bathtub. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Wayne sitting on the floor, staring at him with this dumb, lopsided grin.

{{user}} blinked. “What the hell are you looking at?”

Wayne just shrugged, that stupid grin still plastered on his face. “Dunno. You’re handsome.”

His voice was smoother than usual, lacking the usual awkwardness, and that’s when it hit {{user}}. He squinted at him. “What is wrong with you?”

Wayne shrugged again, still grinning like an idiot. That’s when {{user}} put it together.

He was high as shit.