disclaimer: even though the publication dates for the following bonus chapters say march 2025, these were initially written in late 2018/early 2019 (and I've just now decided to republish them). the only "editing" done to these chapters was removal of author's notes, and everything is otherwise untouched

"No, Ryan," Tyler whined. "I don't wanna go."

"You have to," Ryan replied, tugging on his arm. "The whole house is going. Even Mark and he doesn't drink. Please come with me? Pleeeaasssee?"

"I don't want to go to a party tonight, Ry. I have a Spanish test tomorrow I gotta study. If I go to this party I'm gonna get drunk."

"All you did last year was study. Don't you need break? You've done enough to last you a lifetime. Besides, you know how to stay water, food, and bathroom, right?"

"Agua, comida, and baño," Tyler listed.

"There you go! If you ever get stranded in Mexico you can survive!"

"Ryan!"

"C'mon Ty! Please, please, pleeeaaasse?"

"Ryan..."

"If you go I'll buy you pot brownies," the brunette bargained, serious look on his face.

Tyler contemplated that for a moment before sighing. "Fine. If I fail my test tomorrow I'm kicking your ass."

"No you're not you're weak," Ryan laughed.

"Shut up," Tyler thumped him on the head.

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Tyler was right.

He did get drunk.

Very drunk.

"Ry-Ro," Tyler sighed, resting his head on his friend's shoulder. The two were sitting on a couch in the living room, music playing loudly around them. "Would you date me?"

"No," Ryan snorted, shoving a handful of potato chips in his mouth. He had eaten an edible without Tyler knowing mostly because his friend had one left and he wanted it. Tyler was too gone to even realize he had food with him. "I don't like dudes."

"What if I were a girl?"

"No. You suck."

"Dick? Yeah. Sometimes."

"Are you good at it?" Ryan asked, looking down at Tyler.

"I like to think so."

Ryan shrugged, causing Tyler's head to bounce up and down. "I'd let you suck my dick but I wouldn't date you. Friends with benefits," he shoved another handful of chips into his mouth.

Tyler pulled back and looked at Ryan, busting out laughing. He was cackling so hard he snorted, prompting him to laugh even harder. Ryan began laughing as well but he had chips in his mouth so it looked very strange. Crumbs were even falling from his mouth as he did so. "We're crazy," he chuckled, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Yeah," Tyler giggled. "I'm gonna go get another drink. You want one?"

"Nah. More chips would be dope, though."

"Got it," Tyler gave him a thumbs up and walked towards the kitchen, pushing the swinging door. However, when he opened it he heard a thud and a groan. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" He quickly said, walking through the little slip that he managed to get from the door.

"No it's okay! I shouldn't be standing in front of the door like a dumbass," the person whom Tyler had hit turned around to talk to him. As soon as Tyler got a good look at him, his heart stopped.

This man was beautiful.

He had dark brown hair and matching brown eyes. He was easily 6'1 whereas Tyler was only 5'7. He smiled at Tyler and he thought was going to melt. "I uh..." he froze, at a loss for words. "You're really hot," he blurted out. His eyes then widened. "I'm so drunk right now I did not mean that. Not that you're ugly I just didn't mean to tell you that I found you very hot. It's probably just not me either because you're a babe I mean look at y—"

"Woah, relax," he laughed. "You're good," he was still smiling and Tyler couldn't help but notice how his eyes twinkled in the light. "I haven't seen you around here before. What's your name?"

"Tyler," he replied, glad that that was all he said and didn't make an even bigger fool out of himself. "I just joined my frat this year and have only been to a few parties."

"Oh," the man smiled. "Do you like parties?"

"I want to say no but you already know how drunk I am so I don't think you'd believe me," Tyler said, making the other laugh.

"You're cute."

"Thanks," Tyler blushed, feeling the guy's stare linger as he scanned him up and down. "Uh, what's your name?"

"Noah," he responded.

The two were silent after that, neither knowing what to say. "Well," Tyler cleared his throat. "My friend sent me into get a beer and some chips so..."

"I hope the beer isn't for you," Noah chuckled. "You're already pretty wasted."

"It is for me but I'm gonna pretend it's not," he grabbed a can along with another bag of chips and began walking back towards the door. "It was nice meeting you Noah. You're still very hot."

"It was nice meeting you too, Tyler. And you're still very cute."

Tyler sent one last smile before walking out, letting the door shut behind him. As soon as he made it back over to Ryan he began freaking out. "Oh my God, Ryan there was this super duper hot guy in the kitchen. His name was Noah and boy do I wanna him to just shove me against a wall and fuck me. He had these gorgeous brown eyes and a smile that could cure cancer, Ryan."

Ryan took the bag of chips from him and opened them. "Did he look like that?" He pointed directly behind Tyler and the brunette turned around, coming face to face with the man he was just talking about.

"Oh uh," he coughed, too drunk to feel embarrassed. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"Cancer, huh? This smile could cure cancer?" Noah asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"It's simply a hypothesis. Has not been proven yet," Tyler replied. "Wait why were you behind me? Are you stalking me? Is that the thing that's wrong with you?"

"What?"

"Y'know your imperfection. Are you just a hot stalker?"

"No!" He laughed. "I just told myself I'd be an idiot if I didn't get your number before I left. I'd like to get to know Sober Tyler and see if he still finds me hot when alcohol isn't impairing his judgment."

Tyler was going to fucking explode with happiness.

"You want my number? The hot guy is asking me? For my number?"

"The hot guy is asking the even hotter guy? Yeah," he quipped back.

"Shit, okay," Tyler grabbed his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Noah, taking his in exchange. The two typed a few things in before trading back.

"Thanks again, Tyler. I gotta get going but I'll text you?"

"Yeah," Tyler grinned.

Noah sent him a wink before walking off towards the front door.

"Does this mean you won't suck my dick anymore?"