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//wait. i think i remember reading somewhere that having a leather jacket and bleached hair was a thing i’m fucking dumb

//lol no no that's okay, but nate didn't go through a blonde phase, i do believe im not sure, but im almost positive.

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//DO ALL OF THE BABY PUNKS GO THROUGH BLOND HAIR PHASES OR SOMETHING

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[DAMN YOU DAMN YOU I ACTUALLY HADN’T FALLEN I....

//IDK AND YOU'RE WELCOME MADS

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“You’re skinnier than I am!”

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//me and mikey are dropping out of high school and starting a punk cover band called 'the dave sluts'

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It was a late night, the lights were dim and the house was hush. The television was off and there was no music filling in any of the rooms.Chris was just thinking through the night, sitting in the edge of his bed with twiddling thumbs. Tonight, he needed something else to do other than pluck at his guitar or get wasted. Maybe he could use a little adrenaline rush. Though, he knew to stay away from shooting up. Something in his right mind, thought, nagged at him to go commit a crime. There was no beating around the bush, it just nagged and poked at his mind and conscience. He didn't know which crime to commit, but he knew that stealing something would be lame.

It was almost as if Chris was insane, maybe he was, or it was just of the moment. He thought maybe if he got wasted, he wouldn't have to remember it the next day, but his vulnerability while drunk would cause him to be behind bars. Making up his mid, he decided to go by the bars and see what he could work with. Chris soon decided to at least not kill anyone after a ridiculed laugh at himself. The feeling of wanting a rush passed and just demanded a drink, but to not drink too much. In the moments of downing a glass of whiskey, one after another, he could feel himself buzzing, his innards getting hyped, and the same rush feeling filing back in. The bartender took note of how drunk he was and offered to drive him home or if he had a ride back. Chris gave a groggy "nawh" and waved his hand towards him. Chris stumbled back into his car. He wasn't too hammered to not know of his surroundings, though not well enough to drive. Chris continued on with his nightly adventure back home. The night was growing new and his speed was accelerating. Chris stopped at the red light, but too sudden, making the seat belt tighten and slap him chest. He would fill his car with his own drunken cackles.

Chris came upon a pedestrian who was dressed in all black. The pedestrian was almost hidden with the dark, making Chris unable to see him, except at the last minute. There was a loud smack and a long screech of his car, but Chris kept driving, filled with absolute shock. He hurriedly drove to his home, oblivious of anything else he was doing. When he soon parked outside of his house, he needed to call someone, anyone to either hide him or help him get away. Instead of sulking around and marinating in his mistake, he ran to his room, packing all his clothes. He took along his Telecaster to possibly keep him company. He needed to be gone. It was around midnight as he waited on the couch for anyone to call because he has no idea who to contact. Chris' house was still dim, he was back on the edge of his bed, and waiting with his phone laying beside him. He couldn't think of who possibly who would call him because they weren't aware of what he'd just done. Yet, he still waited on the edge of his bed, hoping that someone needed him for something.

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