A/N: If you like it good, if not oh wells. Not that well edited sorry.

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Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness. –Seneca the Younger

“Hey, hey you alright?” a guy asked, leaning over Iggy’s small body and shaking his shoulder.

“Seriously, are you alright?” he questioned, nervously.

Iggy was leaned against the wall, his body completely limp and lifeless. A small trail of vomit dried at the corner of his lips.

“Wha?” Iggy mumbled, his hazel eyes fluttered around underneath his eyelids, and peeked through. It didn’t matter that his eyes were open, since everything still looked like a wavy, colorful, blur.

“Aerik?”

“Who?”

“A-Aerik.” Iggy whispered, attempting to raise a hand to touch the boy’s face in front of him.

The boy swung back, alarmed. “Wow, no, no. I’m not Aerik.”

“Why not?” Iggy whimpered, his bottom lip quivering now.

“Hey, don’t cry.”

“I’m a horrible person,” Iggy said, choking on his tears now. The guy watched him hesitantly, not sure of what exactly he should do. This kid just started bursting into tears, with a trail of vomit on his mouth, and a smudge of dried blood at the corner of his forehead.

“Listen, you’re not a horrible person, okay? People get trashed all the time, it’s not a big deal, well it is, but you’re okay, alright?” he said, clearing his throat. He was never one to comfort people.

“I think I’m gonna throw up again.” Iggy said calmly, and leaned forward not reaching the toilet without this guy’s help. He choked, and cried, and vomited as much as he could.

“Just let it all come out, you’ll feel better that way, I promise.”

“No, no I won’t.” Iggy confessed, wiping his mouth.

He didn’t even know the guy with him had moved, until a cup of mouth wash was pushed in front of his face.

Iggy giggled drunkenly and embarrassingly. He accepted the mouth wash, and rinsed out his mouth, before spitting it in the toilet.

The stranger then wet a small towel, and wiped at the corner of Iggy’s head, telling him that he had no idea what he was doing.

“I really want him back.”

“Who?”

“Aerik.” Iggy said as if it wasn’t obvious who he was talking about.

“I think you need to go lay down.” The guy said, helping him up. Iggy clung to him, sniffling as they walked to the bedroom and collapsed on top of it.

The guy started to pull away from him and leave, but Iggy yanked him down with him.

“Please don’t leave.” Iggy begged, his eyes wide and scared. The guy licked his lips, his heart beating faster.

“Yeah. I won’t.” he said, giving a small smile.

Iggy nodded, and curled up into the sheets whispering goodnight.

--

“My mouth tastes like vomit. Ew vomit mixed with faded Listerine.’

“Ugh.” Iggy moaned, barely opening up his eyes. “Where the hell?” he mumbled, looking at the room around him.

How gone was he last night?

Looking over, he narrowed his eyes at the body beside him with dark brown hair.

“Hey, hey you.” He said, poking the guy’s head. But he didn’t budge, only changed positions.

“Hey, you! You’re in my bed!” Iggy said loudly, causing the guy to sit up quickly, and fall off the bed. His head of curly hair popped up from beside the bed as he sat there on the floor looking at Iggy.

“You’re in my bed.” Iggy repeated.

“No, no I’m not. T-this is my friend’s house. We’re in his guest room.” The guy stuttered. Iggy paused, and looked around for another time.

That’s right his walls weren’t blue.

“Oh, sorry.” He giggled. “Did we fuck last night?”

“Uh, no. You were passed out in the bathroom. I helped you up and into bed.”

Iggy nodded. “I’m Iggy.” He introduced, making a face, and whining from his headache.

“Spencer.” The guys said smiling a little. “Bad hangover I’m guessing.”

“Horrible.” Iggy looked over at the alarm clock, and yelped. “Oh fuck, I gotta get home. Do you drive?”

“No, my friend does though, if he’s still here.”

“Well let’s go!” Iggy shouted, running off to the bathroom to straighten himself up.

Spencer stood outside the room, trying to decide if he was supposed to go downstairs with him, or without. When Iggy came out he smiled big, and took his hand.

“I think you’re gonna be my new friend, Spencie.”

“Spencer.” He corrected, Iggy have him an awkward glance, but said nothing.

When he gave someone a nick name they stuck with it, no corrections about it.

He looked around the messy house and shook his head, bottles of beers were scattered everywhere. Cigarettes, joints, baggies, pretty much everything was there on the floor.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, it got pretty crazy last night.” Spencer said, chewing his lip. “Oh, there’s Ben.” He said nodding his head up to the boy sprawled out on the couch with a bag of Doritos hugged into his arms.

Ben jerked awake, falling on the couch and crushing the Doritos underneath him, he popped his head up instantly looking around him.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Ben, Iggy needs a ride.” Spencer said, licking his lips. He wasn’t use to being so blunt with asking for rides, but he just wanted to get Iggy home, the guy made him nervous.

Ben rolled over on his back smiling up and them, and giving Iggy a wink.

“What’s up?” he said, nodding up his head.

Iggy rolled his eyes sighing.

“Take me home.” He said straight out. Ben laughed, and got up slowly.

“I like a guy in charge.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he went to the key holder on the wall by the door, not bothering to look at himself in the mirror or brush his teeth.

Iggy crawled into the back seat, praying that his parents weren’t home yet, and deciding if he should go to Nicky’s house instead.

He usually would have gone to Nick’s, but lately he didn’t feel so welcome there with Jimmy and all. It was always so awkward, and he just felt left out a little.

The boys didn’t talk the whole ride but when Iggy told them which house was his, they pulled up on the side and he turned to Spencer smiling.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he whispered, his cheeks blushing for no reason.

Iggy reached through his tot bag for a pen and took his new friend’s hand writing his number on it.

“You should call me.” He winked. Spencer just stared at the number, speechless.

--

“Why does he have a key?” Jimmy asked, Nicky eased himself from underneath Jimmypop, giving Dave a look hinting that he should leave.

“Because Nick’s mom gave it to me, since we’ve been together for a long time,” Dave sent Jimmy a smirk.

“Nick’s mom trusts me, and she actually knows that I exist, have you ever met Nick’s mom?”

Jimmy got off the bed, and Nick walked in between them.

“It wasn’t like I was interrupting anything that important,” Dave’s eyes trailed down Nicky’s body. “And it’s not like I haven’t already been there.”

“Dave, why are you here?” Nick asked quickly, he knew Dave’s game, and Jimmy was going to walk right into it so he needed him gone.

“Because I wanted to see you,” Dave smiled softly, that smile that usually would have melted any anger from Nick, but not anymore.

“Can’t we talk another time? And you can’t just come into my house whenever you want to.”

“It’s illegal.” Jimmy added.

“Not if you have a key, dumbass.”

“Fuck you.” Jimmy moved toward him, and Nico moved his body against Jimmy’s front to stop him.

“I just need to talk to you for a little bit, please?” Dave asked, giving him a big cheesy smile.

“No fucking way.” Jimmy answered for him. Nick’s shoulders dropped, and he glanced back at his boyfriend.

“I really wanna watch a movie anyway, and I always like that with popcorn.” He hinted. Jimmy gaped at him.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“It’ll only be a second, Jay, please?” Nick asked.

Jimmy gave him a dark glare, and moved past Dave without breaking eye contact. Dave would have pushed him, but he didn’t find it worth his time.

“Why are you doing this?” Nick asked softly, walking to him so they were standing out in the hallway. He didn’t want Dave in his room so that Jimmy would think anything was going on.

“I love you.” Dave said.

“Don’t,”

“I do. And I miss you so much, Nicky.” He reached to brush Nick’s cheek, but he pulled away.

“Now you miss me. What about Seth? What about any other person that is willing to suck your dick whenever I won’t?”

“Look, I know you’re pissed, but I’m done with them alright? I swear this time. It’s not just about sex, I just miss being around you.” Dave said. Nick rolled his eyes, he didn’t believe it anymore.

“You’re only saying this because I’m moving on, Dave. Finally I have someone, and you know it and you’re trying to pull me back.”

“You’ve been fucking talking to Iggy too much.” Dave shook his head angrily. “He’s the one that’s always trying to fucking like morph you into hating me.”

“No he’s not!”

“He is! And fucking Jimmy’s ass isn’t helping!”

“Maybe I’m doing it myself!” Nick shouted. “Maybe for once I’m happy with someone other than you and you can’t deal with it?!”

Dave looked at him for a second, really taken aback, his Nicky was talking back to him. Nicky never talked back to him.

“You love him, don’t you?” Dave asked, his eyes unsure. Nick suddenly felt horrible—this was Dave, his Dave, the Dave that he grew up.

All the times that they had broken up they had never actually gotten into a serious relationship with someone else. They had always been just rebound guys’ they hooked up with. But to actually have more than just liking feelings for them was a big deal.

“I-I…don’t know yet.”

“Nicky?” Dave asked confused, and hurt.

“I still love you, Dave. You know that.” Nick reached to hold his hand, falling into the trap.

“And I love you.”

“Well this is a lot better than a movie that’s for fucking sure.” A voice said from down the stairs. Jimmy stood there eating a handful of popcorn.

“Jimmy?”

“No, no its fine go on with these love confessions, its fine really.” He said giving Nick the dirtiest look.

Nick looked between the two.

“Look, Nick, I like you a lot, but I don’t do the whole rebound thing, and I don’t do the not being able to pick shit.” Jimmy said quietly. He didn’t think he would have to be telling Nick that since what happened only a few hours before this.

Dave still stood there thinking about how he was truly losing Nick.

“I know that…I’m not trying to be with both. You’re not a rebound.” Nick said down to him. He found it difficult to talk to someone when they were standing at the bottom of the stairs and you at the top.

“Well you need to decide.” Jimmy nodded, took a deep breath, and reached for his keys hanging on the side of his pants.

Nick shook his head feeling like he was losing Jimmypop when he finally had him. They had really connected today, hell they almost had sex and now he was leaving. This wasn’t right.

“No, wait.” Nick called, running down the stairs. But being as clumsy as he was, he lost his footing towards the end of the stairs, and fell forward, Jimmy was right there to catch him though hearing the trample.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Dave shouted from upstairs, running down.

Jimmypop cradled Nick, who was holding his hurting ankle.

Jimmy looked up through his bangs at Dave, who was trying to snatch Nick from his arms like he was a dog. Jimmy swung him though so Nick’s other foot hit Dave’s shoulder.

“What do you mean, what did I do?!”

“You made him twist his fucking ankle.” Dave accused, trying to take Nick.

“He fell down the stairs!” Jimmy argued.

“Because he was going after you!” Dave said.

“You’re fucking ridiculous, how the hell can you blame me for that?!”

“Can you just please put me down?” Nick pleaded, whimpering from his hurt foot. The two looked down at him forgetting he was in pain.

“Oh yeah, right.” Jimmy settled him on the ground, and Dave pushed his face in front of Nick’s foot, inspecting his ankle like he was a doctor.

Jimmy looked down at the two of them, and shook his head.

‘What the fuck am I even doing here?’ he asked himself, Dave was obviously made for Nick and vice versa. They could handle his stupid ankle together; maybe he was dumb for trying to come in between them.

Nodding to himself he backed out, and walked out the door.

--

Nicky was watching Dave’s hands as he massaged his aching ankle in bathtub. He was sitting on the edge of the tub, and Dave was on his knees leaning over it and icing it down.

“You don’t have to do this.” Nick said.

“I want to.” Dave smiled, glancing up at him. He second glanced him and moved his hand to Nick’s cheek, Nicky pulled away, and Dave frowned. “You have an eyelash on your cheek. I was just going to move it.”

Nick nodded, feeling stupid for thinking that he was attempting to hold his cheek in order to kiss him. “Sorry.”

“It’s whatever.” He said taking an ice cube and running it along Nick’s ankle, he rubbed it in circles as it melted and dripped down. Nick closed his eyes.

“I think it’s good now.” Dave smiled, noticing that look on Nick’s face, he knew that pleasured look from anywhere. “Come on.” he said lifting Nick up easily and taking him to his room.

It wasn’t long before Nick had fallen asleep, he didn’t even realize he was that tired, maybe it was all that crying and stress from the early morning. Dave had watched him sleep for awhile, stroking his face admiringly. He missed his Nicky.

Dave leaned down rubbing his nose against Nick’s forehead and moved his bangs from his face. Nick’s nose twitched just like it use to when Dave did that. Dave chuckled and rubbed his nose lower down Nick’s face till he got his soft lips.

Licking his lips, Dave leaned down more and pressed his lips firmly against his ex boyfriends. Nick didn’t know if he was dreaming or if this was really happening but he felt like he was kissing someone. It was just instinct for him to kiss back. His eyes remained closed and he allowed the persisting tongue to enter his mouth.

Jimmy was kissing him, he loved being woken up to that, so he kissed back harder. The other tongue was determined, and Nick felt their hand cup his jaw. Moving his arms up he smiled and hugged the body next to his.

But then, then Nick noticed something different. Jimmy had this thing with nibbling at his bottom lip when he kissed him, pretty much every time they had kissed he’d done it. And Jimmy’s kisses were more smooth, more relaxed. This kiss was from someone who seemed almost desperate.

Nicky quickly opened his eyes, and jerked away, cupping his mouth.

“Oh my God. What are you doing?!” was the first thing out of his lips.

“What do you mean what was I doing? You kissed me too, Nick.” Dave explained eyeing him. Nick shook his head quickly.

“No, no, no I didn’t. I didn’t mean to. I thought you were Jay. I thought…oh no, leave.” He whispered panicky. “Please, leave, leave, go now!”

“Nick,”

“Leave, get out of here!” Nick shouted pushing him away. Dave narrowed his eyes, but didn’t say a word and walked out of the room. Nick let out a loud, harsh breath that he didn’t even know he had been holding all this time.

What had he done? He had just cheated.

He was a cheater. He had stooped down to Dave’s level and cheated on a boy that treated him like an angel.

Nick did the only thing he could think of and called up his best friend.

--

Iggy had heard his phone go off plenty of times before he actually had the strength to answer it.

“Hello?” he mumbled on the line.

“Uh, hi, um, this is…uh,”

“Sweetie, you’re gonna have to speak up or I’m hanging up.” Iggy smiled at his rhyme.

“This is Spencer.”

“Who?” Iggy asked.

“Um, you just met me, I took you home, well my friend did but I was there.” The line went silent as Iggy thought.

“Oh right, right, baby face, hey.”

“Hi.” Spencer blushed on the other line, moving a piece of his curly hair. “I was just checking up on you and stuff.”

“Aw how cute. I’m good.” Iggy yawned, and sat up in his bed. He touched his hair and whined. “Ew but my hair isn’t.”

Spencer laughed on the other line.

“You got a cute laugh, baby boy.”

“Thanks, you do too.”

“Let’s go to the mall today, you wanna do that?” Iggy asked. Spencer swallowed.

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not, it’ll be fun. You know that one mall with the big Hot Topic? Meet me there in two hours.”

“O-okay,” Spencer whispered bye, but Iggy had already hung up.

--

Iggy didn’t know how he managed to get dressed, and find the energy to argue with Avery to come and pick him up, but he did. Call him a wild child or whatever, but he just always was up for anything.

He saw the missed calls from Nicky, but he wasn’t in the mood to hear him bitch, and whine about him and Jimmypop.

Checking himself in the mirror of Avery’s car before he got out, he puckered his lips at himself and adjusted the large scarf on his neck.

“I’m so beautiful it’s sickening.”

“Oh, it’s sickening alright. Heard anything from Aerik?” Avery asked, knowing that would kill Iggy’s mood.

Iggy glared at her. “I’m over him, he lucked out.”

“I bet.” She smiled fakely. “Have fun with the new boy toy. Try not to suck his dick too hard now.”

Iggy rolled his eyes, and slammed the door shut. Getting out, he walked with a determined step and a head held high, fuck Avery and Aerik. Fuck anyone with a name that started with A Goddammit!

As Iggy approached the Hot Topic, he smiled softly at poor Spencer who was looking around everywhere nervously as if he was being stood up. He was cute, too cute, and too young.

When Spencer got sight of Iggy, his face blushed, and his curls bounced as he smiled.

“Hi.”

“Hey boy hey.” Iggy greeted, winking at him.

“You wanna eat? I’m starving.” Spencer asked. Iggy smiled, and nodded loving how nervous Spencer was. Spencer got a meal; Iggy got waffle fries despite how sick he felt while getting it.

Spencer tried focusing on his food more than anything. He didn’t know what to talk about. Iggy tried focusing on how many calories he was consuming. When Spencer finished his fries he stared at Iggy’s and stole one lifting it up, and looking at Iggy through it.

“Finally you show some communication.” Iggy said.

“Yeah, I’m kinda shy, kinda not.” He said, eating the fry.

“How old are you?” Iggy wondered, his hazel eyes narrowing. Spencer shrugged.

“Old enough.”

Iggy laughed loudly. “Not a cheesy line at all.”

“I’ll be 16 in three weeks.” He confessed. Iggy frowned.

“You’re young.”

“Not that young.” Spencer said.

“I’m 17. I’ll look like a child molester.” Iggy said.

“I think I’m the one that’s gonna look like the molester since you’re so short and all.”

Iggy gaped, and threw a fry at him. “I’m finished eating, let’s go walk around.”

Spencer nodded, noticing that Iggy barely ate anything, what a waste of money.

As they walked and talked for a little, Iggy decided to make a guess at who Spencer really was.

“I doubt you know that much about me.” Spencer said.

“Bet I do. I’ve met enough people to tell that they’re all pretty much the same, some are just a little more special than others.” Iggy said sadly referring to his ex.

“Okay, shoot.”

“Your name is Spencer, you’re almost 16, kinda immature, but really cute. You’re gonna be hot one day especially with those natural curls. You’re confused about who you are which is normal, you don’t know if you’re Indie, or scene, or emo, or hardcore you just like what you like.” Iggy’s eyes trailed.

“You got a cute, perky butt, you walk on your tip toes, you have dimples, you’re confused about your sexuality and you want someone to tell you who to like. You probably get hit on by a lot of guys, but are too scared to go for it. You probably have a sibling a lot older than you. And you don’t have a good relationship with daddy.” Iggy watched him bite his nails, and he hit his hand quickly, Spencer blushed.

“How do you know all of that?”

“Like I said, I’ve been with enough boys to know.” Iggy said confidently, as they sat on the bench.

Spencer sighed. “Well most of it was true, but I do get along with my dad, and I have a younger sister.”

Iggy shrugged. “Close enough.”

Spencer nodded, playing with his fingers, Iggy glanced at him again.

“I think I’m gonna like corrupting you.”

“What?” Spencer asked surprise on his face.

“Nothing, just say that you’re lucky that I came into your life.” Iggy smiled, Spencer just laughed nervously.