Credit to @whumpercrows for this idea
A/N: I posted this to the wrong account so if you’ve seen it before that’s why :/
//TW// Mentions of Suicide, Suicide Attempts, Self Harm, Panic Attacks. Basically if you have ever watched this episode of TEEN WOLF you should kind of know what to expect. Stay safe readers!
“I’m not sleeping on the floor.”
“You’re not sleeping in our bed,” Andrew spit out, dropping his duffle near Neil’s feet. Kevin glared at the pair and then turned his gaze on Aaron and Nicky.
“No,” Aaron said simply and sat beside Nicky. Kevin opened his mouth to retaliate, but seeing the argument would go nowhere dropped himself down near the front door and pouted. He was already upset about having to push back the UT Longhorns game because of their stupid bus breaking down, and now this. Andrew had chosen Neil over him to share the bed.
Nicky stretched his long limbs out on his side of the bed and then looked over at the tantrum Kevin was throwing. “Did you guys see that number? When we walked in?”
Nicky snapped his fingers together, “It was like, two ten or something.”
“Two thirty one, actually.” Andrew corrected, pulling a bottle of whiskey from his bag. All eyes, excluding Neil’s, eyed the bottle hungrily and forgot their conversation. “Greedy bastards.”
“Haven’t you ever heard the saying 'sharing is caring?’”
Andrew froze Nicky with his glare then sat back against the wall and turned the TV up. Neil glanced between the gang, then pulled his bag closer and sat on the other side of the bed as Andrew.
He wouldn’t voice his concerns, but this place felt wrong. He had been in and out of motels just like this. He had stitched his mom up in a place dirtier than this, she held him close with a gun tucked behind his head on the floor before.
But this place just felt bad. Like his father was looming in the room, butcher in hand and ready to attack. Neil had to resist the urge to glance around, find another escape route just in case.
“We can’t drink the night before a match.”
“That has literally never stopped you once.” Nicky snorted, making a grabbing gesture at the bottle. Andrew didn’t even acknowledge him. Kevin huffed and stole a pillow from Nicky, then laid back and closed his eyes. “Party killer.”
Despite his best attempts, Nicky’s constant pestering kept Kevin glaring at the ceiling. Andrew settled back into the bed, bottle stolen by Aaron and then Nicky. Neil had pried his bad out of his own hands and set it off to the side but couldn’t quite relax still. If Andrew noticed he didn’t say anything.
Time ticked on, Nicky quietly rambling on about Erik while Aaron and Kevin tried to get some sleep. Neil slid down and curled into a ball, closing his eyes and evening out his breathing. Not quite asleep, however.
The warm numbness that came with liquor started to ebb on Andrew’s mind. He whispered a quiet question to Neil, and with a small nod settled down beside him.
A crash jolted Andrew awake. Before he had shot up he already noted the TV had been turned off, and Neil was no longer lying next to him. In that same amount of time Andrew had grabbed the knife under his pillow, whipped around and had it aimed at the body that was hovering above him.
Aaron wasn’t one to show much emotion, but right now everything was plastered on his face. Fear, horror, sadness, and a bit of annoyance.
“Andrew, I-I’m sorry. But drop the knife, we have a problem.”
