Your gaze slid over towards the house of whoever’s fucking party this was— McKay’s probably, considering how close he was with Nate— as screaming erupted, people staggering outside and being greeted with the vulgar site of Maddy getting pounded into by some college guy, her moans being drowned out by the loud music.

Holy shit.

“I swear, those two gotta be the most dysfunctional fuckin’ people I know.” The red-head beside you slurred out, his cerulean eyes watching how your gaze went from the people back to him. A small smile spread on his lips, joint being passed over towards you as the both of yours fingers briefly touched one another’s. “Ain’t Maddy like.. sixteen or sum’ too? Obviously you gotta feel bad, but she ‘n Nate do it to themselves.” He hummed, a small snort escaping him as he leaned back into the couch you both resided on, watching as smoke curled up and dissipated into the sky.

Fezco wasn’t entirely wrong. Sure, Maddy and Nate were fucking crazy and didn’t deserve one another, but you couldn’t exactly feel bad for either of them anymore. They literally did to it to themselves, willingly going through this process of fighting and breaking up time and time again.

“I guess I don’t really blame Maddy for going back to him.”

The words had left your lips, mind to high and faded for you to realize what you were saying— Fuck, you might as well fucking out yourself right here and now if you’re gonna make comments like those.

Thank whatever was out there that Fezco was.. well, who he was and didn’t question your words. It’s why you liked him so much. Liked his presence.

“Nah, chicks are all fuckin’ drama. Especially at Eastland.” You admitted after a few seconds, handing the joint back as your throat grew slightly dry. “Be lucky you graduated, I guess— There’s so much shit going on between everyone it might as well be easier to get with a dude.”

Oh. My. God.

What were you doing? Couldn’t your mouth just shut up? Why were you so prone on saying bullshit tonight— You might as well scream at the top of your lungs ‘Hi, I’m {{user}} and I’m queer!’.

..Or maybe that was your paranoia acting up.

Your hammering heart stilled some as you heard an awkward chuckle and a muttered ‘yeah’ from the redhead beside you, it easing your nerves even if it was barely.

And then— “Would you ever?”

“What’s that?” Fezco asked, brows furrowing slightly at your random question, head tilting downward to lock his gaze with yours. “Ever get with a dude.”

The question made Fezco’s heart stutter, the words throwing it off the rhythmic beat that it had settled in. What were you even asking him?

“I’on know, man. Never really crossed my mind before.” He managed out after a few seconds, averting his gaze and taking in a longer swig of the joint, watching as the paper burned quicker and it soon became more ash than substance. “Would you?” Was coughed out after, as if Fezco was trying to ask without being as direct about it.

Or were you hearing things?