Still Better Apology Than Twilight…

KJ Apa : Riverdale

KJ Apa : Riverdale

KJ Apa : Riverdale

pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong:

why do they even try to make teen dramas anymore when my mad fat diary (2013) already exists

I’ve avoided SMALLVILLE for years because I don’t care about Superman, but so far it’s kind of BUFFY lite? Not mad about it.

Being friendzoned sucks im sorry to if i ever did it to anyone. I finally told this guy i liekd him (mostley becuased he annyed me to) and he said thank you but i like you but not like i mean we are friends. Now i dont know how to act and im a mess. UGH 

I just want to be happy. Not to have this feeling of emptiness inside or feeling like I’m always wrong. Feeling of depression and I always want to cry. (And I do) I’m not strong anymore I’m broken.
I hate all the drama in my life that happens one after another. From big to small. I used to not let the little things bothered me like ( little pity or boys that don’t mean that much to me) but now I have really problems happening in my life and I don’t know if I can handle it.

Originally posted by olyan-mint-te

CLAY’S TURN

The phone chimes.

TRUTH OR DARE?

“What should I choose?” Clay is nervous, they both move to the floor on each side of the phone.

“Your choice.”

10…9…8…

The phone beeps as it counts down.

“Um…” Clay presses on TRUTH.

WHY DID YOU WANT TO TAKE A “BREAK” FROM BRYCE?

Bryce looks up at Clay, who’s starring down blankly at the phone.

“Clay.”

“I know.”

10…9…8…

“You’re running out of time.”

“ I know!”

7…6…5…4…

I’LL KNOW IF YOU LIE

The phone starts beeping louder.

“I needed a break because I think I’m falling in love with Bryce and I believe if the secret gets out it will all end and he will leave me. I thought if we just stayed away from each other this whole thing would be over on my terms.” Clay takes a deep breath in and out.

“Clay.” They look at each other.

“Yeah.” Clay feels embarrassed and ready to run out of the room.

BRYCE’S TURN

The phone chimes, interrupting Bryce.

DARE

“What?” Bryce and Clay both say at once.

“That’s not fair!” Clay looks around as if the person is in the room.

“It’s because you choose Truth. The second person gets the leftover.” Bryce is content and just ready to get this done with.

“It’s still not fair.”

“I know. But I’m a big boy, I can handle this.”

GRAB SOMETHING WITHIN ARM’S LENGTH AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS FOR AT LEAST 15 SECONDS. YOU HAVE 2 MINUTES TO COMPLETE.

“Wow.” Clay chimes in, trying not to smile.

Bryce looks around for a second before reaching under his bed and grabbing an empty beer bottle. Clay chuckles a little.

“Haha.” Bryce stands up and pulls his pants down.

He doesn’t waste any time as he takes a deep breath in and starts sliding the tip of the bottle up his ass.

“Fuck!” Bryce shouts as his asshole burns in pain at the dry friction of the bottle.

He pushes it in deep, biting his lip and squeezing the side of his lip. He keeps trying to breathe deep and long breathes as he pushes it in until it won’t go any farther. He closes his eyes and starts counting. But then he feels a hand touch his. He opens his eyes to see Clay close up. He squeezes his hand.

“Time,” Clay says and Bryce slowly pulls it out.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” Bryce throws the bottle in the trash and pulls his pants up slowly. “Just a little pain.” They both go back to their spots.

FAILED!

The phone loudly beeps over and over for a minute.

“What?” Bryce is pissed.

NO HELPING EACH OTHER. ONE STRIKE. TWO MORE AND SOMEONE GETS A PUNISHMENT.

“No one said that!” Clay shouts, angry as well.

CLAY’S TURN

Phone chimes again.

TRUTH OR DARE?

“Choose truth.” Bryce says.

“No! I’m not letting you take another dare.”

“I can handle another dare. I don’t want you to deal with that.”

“I can handle more than you think.”

“I know, but…”

“We do this 50/50 or not at all.” Clay presses DARE.

TAKE 4 DOSES ON LAXATIVE. YOU HAVE 10 MINUTES TO DO SO.

“ Laxatives?” Clay looks up to Bryce.

“My mom may have some in her bathroom.” They both stand up, Clay grabbing the phone, before leaving the room.

“This isn’t too bad, right?” Clay asks. “I’ll only be on the toilet all night, then it’s over.”

“Yeah.” Bryce starts looking through drawers. “Here!” Bryce finds a box and starts grabbing some pills. “Here… four doses.” He hands the pills over and a glass of water.

“Thanks. Wish me luck.” He takes the pills down.

The phone chimes.

BRYCE’S TURN

The take a seat on the floor in the bathroom, knowing they will need it soon.

TRUTH

TELL CLAY YOUR DEEPEST DARKEST SECRET

“Well…” Clay runs his hands through his hair.

“It’s okay.” Clay puts his hand on Bryce’s leg.

10…9…8…

“When I was five I was staying with my uncle for a sleepover on his boat. He told me about a game. A game where I had to get naked. He…”

“Bryce…” Clay is worried.

5…4…

“He made me suck on his penis and let him out it… in me.” The timer stops.

“Oh Bryce…” Clay starts to move forward.

“No.” Bryce stops him and sits back. “Let’s just move on.”

CLAY’S TURN

The phone dings again.

TRUTH OR DARE?

“I guess it’s Truth this time.” Clay looks to Bryce, who’s just looking down at the floor.

He presses the TRUTHbutton.

TELL BRYCE ONE THING YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE BEFORE

“Okay…” Clay thinks for a second.

10…9…8…

“I’ve always had the fantasy of attacking and raping a man.”

7…6…5…

“I guess it’s because I want to feel like I’ve got some power.”

4…3…2…

“Um…”

1…

The phone starts to beep loudly.

FAILED!

“What? But I’ve never told anyone that before!” Clay is freaking out.

“I guess it’s not what they wanted to hear.” Bryce finally looks up to Clay.

NEXT FAILURE MEANS A PUNISHMENT

BRYCE’S TURN

“Time for another dare.” Bryce seems quiet and not exactly there.

DARE

“It’s okay. We can get through this.” Clay goes to grab Bryce’s hand, but he pulls it back.

FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS, WHEN CLAY HAS TO POOP… YOU’LL BE HIS TOILET AND TOILET PAPER

“Fuck!” Bryce shouts.

“Oh shit!” Clay looks up to Bryce and they both begin to laugh.

“This is crazy.” They can’t stop laughing.

“This is going to be a long night… I am full of shit.” That makes Bryce laugh even harder.

“This is truly insane! Nuts! Bananas!”
“Bananas actually make me poop.” They both laugh.

The phone begins to chime again. They both look down at it.

THE GAME IS OVER… IF YOU PASS THE LAST DARE…

“Well… I guess we wait…” They sit back.

30 MINUTES PASS

“It’s coming!” Clay breaks the silence and jumps to his feet.

“Okay. Okay. Okay.” Bryce jumps up. “To the shower!” Bryce runs over and they walk into the massive shower. “That way it will be easier to clean.”

“No more talking. It’s coming.” Clay takes his pants off.

Bryce goes to his knees and opens his mouth up wide. Clay leans over and lets Bryce take his weight as he places his hole right on top of Bryce’s mouth.

“Fuck!” Clay shouts as he opens the floodgates and begins to shoot out wet and thick liquidy poop.

Bryce begins to moan, really wanting to back away, but he doesn’t. He stays still and tries to swallow as much as he can as quickly as he can. Clay farts as more poop flies out at full force. Bryce is having trouble breathing and taking it all in, but he keeps reminding himself that if he fails Clay may get a punishment. He doesn’t want that for Clay. He finds himself wanting to vomit. The smell. The Taste. Everything about it makes Bryce’s body twinge and shake.

“Oh…” Clay moans as he feels himself finish. “I’m so sorry.” Clay stands up and turns to Bryce.

Bryce turns to the floors and begins throwing up. He can’t keep any of it in. It all just keeps coming out.

“I’m so sorry.” Clay pats Bryce on the back.

“You still have to…” Bryce wipes his mouth with his arm. “Clean your ass.”

“Oh… yeah…” Clay feels so bad as he turns around and grabs Bryce by the hair.

He quickly begins to wipe his ass with Bryce’s hair. He wipes until he’s completely clean.

“I’m so so sorry.” Clay goes to his knees and next to Bryce. “I’m so sorry.” He can’t stop saying it.

“It’s okay.” Bryce looks up at Clay, his face covered in brown poop.

Bryce then runs his hands through his hair, forgetting what just happened.

“Eww.” Bryce stops and sits down, leaning against the wall.

“Let me turn the water on.” Clay turns around.

“No. There’s no point in cleaning up. You’ll need to poop again every 30 minutes or so for the rest of the night. Just get me a towel.”

“Okay.”

“And some water bottles. You should stay hydrated.” Clay smiles and looks back at Bryce.

“You really do care about me, don’t you?”

“Of course. I would do anything for you.” Clay smiles bigger. “For that smile.” Bryce smiles as Clay turns and leaves the room. “I love you,” Bryce whispers to himself, making sure Clay can’t hear him.

“I love you too.” Clay whispers to himself.

BRYCE - Last Night

Bryce hated himself for the rest of the night, though he still let Monty finish the blowjob. Afterward, he kicked Monty out of his room and locked the door. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and started writing. He was venting everything he felt. He wrote every feeling he had. He wrote about how he felt towards Clay, about what happened that night. Opposite of how he normally acts, he wrote down his true feelings and said the complete and utter truth. Then he crumpled the piece of paper in his hands and threw it in the trash. He turned around and punched the wall as hard as he could, breaking the skin on his fist and bleeding into the wall.

CLAY - Last Night

Clay ran out of their like never before. On his way down the stairs, he grabbed a shot from someone’s hand and took it before walking out of the house. He grabbed his bike and started going. Not going anywhere specific, but just going. He can’t believe he fell for it. He fell for Bryce Walker. How could he have believed Bryce had liked him? Bryce was just playing with him and he knew it all along, but couldn’t stop thinking of the small chance it was all real. God, he was stupid! That just kept running through his head. That’s when a bright white light shocked him out of his head and into the fact that a car was right next to him and going right towards him.

BRYCE - This Morning

Bryce wakes up in his living room, on the floor, and his head on the couch. The second the sun hits his eyes, a massive headache bangs through his forehead. He looks around to see Monty, Zach, and Justin lying around him dead asleep. The rest of the living room is a complete shit show. Solo cups are all over the floor and the furniture is moved into weird positions. In front of him, the TV is playing old Looney Toons episodes.

“Up!” Bryce punches Monty and Justin in the leg before getting up.

“Ouch!” Justin winces and opens his eyes.

“Damn!” Monty opens his eyes and sits up on the couch, accidentally kicking Zach in the head.

“Dude!” Zach moves up and pushes Monty’s feet away from him. “Your feet are nasty.” They all start laughing.

“Get up. The parents will be back tonight and this place needs to look ‘better than when they left’.” Zach and Justin get to their feet, but Monty just starts laughing while he looks at his phone.

“What?” Zach looks over to Monty’s phone. “Shit.”

“What?” Justin moves over to look. “Damn.” He chuckles a little.

“What?” Bryce asks as he walks back into the room with trash bags.

“That kid that was here last night… Clay. He apparently got hit by a car down the street. Marcus said he was drunk and riding his bike.” Monty starts texting someone.

“What a doofus.” Justin grabs a trash bag from Bryce. “You okay dude?” Bryce is just staring straight into nothing.

“Bryce…” Zach walks in front of Bryce, snapping him out of it.

“Oh. Yeah. Just waiting for you dumbasses to get up and moving.”

“Damn dude.” Monty gets off the couch.

“So… is he in the hospital?” Bryce whispers.

“Who?” Monty picks up some cups.

“That kid… Clay.”

“Oh. Yeah.” They all continue to clean and Bryce just stands still thinking.

CLAY - This Morning

“Owww.” Clay opens his eyes to bright white lights and a very clean and shiny hospital room.

“Clay!” He hears his mom shout before she appears on top of him and begins hugging him.

“Mom…” Clay moans, his mom backing off.

“Sorry.” Clay sits up. “How do you feel?”

“I’ve got a bit of a headache.” He rubs his neck. “And my neck is sore. And why does my leg hurt so much?” Clay looks down to see a cast on his left leg.

“Sorry hun.”

“Dam…ng…” Clay smiles, trying to hide what he almost said.

“Nice catch.” They both laugh. “The doctors say you’ll need that cast for a month. We’re taking you home in two days. I already called the school and you can go back next week. I’m picking up your homework after work each day, so you still have stuff to do.”

“Great.”

“Your dad is at work and I really need to head to work to, but call me if you need anything.” Clay just smiles. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” His mom leaves and he reaches for his phone.

AFTERNOON

“Clay?” Clay turns from the TV and to his room’s door to see Bryce standing in the doorway.

“Go away.”

“Clay…”

“Go. Away. Now.” Clay turns back to the TV and Bryce turns away.

“No.” Bryce turns back around and walks right into the room, closing the door.”

“Get out of here!” Clay shouts.

“Stop it. I made a mistake. I know that. But it was just that, a mistake. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Trust me, I want nothing more than to not hurt you. I hurt everyone, but I want that to stop. You’re the first person I care to try and stop hurting. So I’m not leaving. I’m not giving up. I’m going to keep trying as hard as I can to get you to trust me.”

“What about Monty? You two a thing?”

“God no!” Bryce begins to laugh. “Monty and I have ‘done’ stuff together since third grade. It only happens three or four times a year, and only when one of us hasn’t had any for a long time. Monty is just going through a dry spell. And he was wasted.”

“Oh…” Clay sits there thinking.

“I want you to believe every word I say and want you to want me around. So please, ask me anything, anything at all.”

“Really?” Clay is intrigued.

“I will sit here all day and night and answer every question you can possibly think of for as long as it takes for you to trust me.”

“Fine.”

“Fire away.”

“Fine… my first question is…”