Keith was laying in the grass in the town square watching the clouds float by in the sky. Every once in a while a particularly thick one would pass over the sun, dimming the light around, but a nice summer breeze had picked up and it was only momentary before the unfiltered light would shine again.
A hand resting on his chest, he rubbed it absently thinking of what he wanted to do. His mom and brother had gone on their tirade of how it was a shame that Keith wasn’t going to college, again, and needing space, Keith now found himself in the middle of the square looking at clouds. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life outside of get out of his mother’s home, and even that was pretty limited as he didn’t really have a job since Mikey’s was gone.
Sighing, he sat up and uncapped the water bottle taking a drink of the vodka inside. Day drinking for the win, he thought. Setting it aside, he rummaged around inside his messenger bag for his sketch pad, and pulled out his favourite pencils and began to sketch the next panel of his graphic novel.
Keith stumbled out of the no-name bar, his feet tripping him up as he attempted to walk. He hadn’t gotten this drunk in a while, but as his alcohol abuse had increased since his father’s death it was only a matter of time before it got bad again. What had set him off this time was a particularly vicious fight with his mother. Ever since she had compared him to Jason, giving substance to what Keith had always felt, like he was the lesser, the two were like oil and water.
Fumbling through his jacket, he found his keys, and his clumsy fingers dropped them on the ground. Twice. Keith shook off the haze the alcohol had on his brain, picking up his helmet. Zipping up his leather jacket, he mounted the bike, and started the ignition.
After a bit of a shaky kick off, he was on the highway. Pulling back into town, he even almost made it home, until something distracted him from the side. As he moved his head to see what it was, he accidentally took his whole body with him, jerking the bike, and upending the equilibrium of the movement. The bike fell, it’s engine cutting, and both rider and motorcycle went skidding to the side.
Taking up the steps of the Chi Omega house, Nico rang the doorbell waiting for Lexi appear at the door. Ever since he'd found about her condition, the older male always felt a sense of urgency of doing things while he was around her. It's no wonder the two had feelings for each other since many of their friends had stated the two had an unspoken attraction to each other. Deciding to take his favorite girl on a date night, Nico was torn from bringing her to a jazz club or go ice skating—but since his mates told him that the jazz club was a bad idea he was stuck with ice skating. The dilemma was that Nico had never been ice skating in his life. "Hope you don't mind but we're going ice skating, baby girl", he grinned at her, kissing her on the cheek before walking her out to the car.
Though, he could never tell the brunette that because of two things a.) his pride of a man and b.) he always felt the need to impress her. After arriving to the ice rink, Nico ran over to the passenger side door and opened it for the younger female. If there was one thing the male had learned from his father, it was always being a gentleman. Secretly inside Nico hoped that would be the only trait he picked up from him too. Paying for the two ice skates, he smiled looking around the empty rink, "So it's just us for today", he smiled, taking her hand and walking over to put on his skates. Honestly he didn't want to tell Lexi that he'd rented out the building for the two of them. As he got on his skates, he walked out onto the rink and tried skating before failing miserably and falling on his face.
Dan se sentía extraño, sabía que las cosas no estaban bien con Lexi y necesitaba solucionarlo.debia hacerlo porque no iba a perder a la persona que mas amaba por una tonta pelea. Decidió organizarle una sorpresa para que pudieran compartir un momento romántico juntos, decidió robarse todas las golosinas que encontró en la cocina y asi corrió al salón de música junto con su guitarra para ordenar y organizar todo. Cuando termino de acomodar algunas velas cerca del piano, sabia que ya había terminado y solo faltaba invitar a la chica a venir. Desesperado fue en busca de algo por los pasillos de la casa y para su suerte logro encontrar la coronita que Lexi traía puesta en la fiesta, fue a su habitación escribió una nota que decía: "Princesa Alexis, la espero en el salón musical, no tarde. Atte: Daniel el plebeyo." Silenciosamente fue hacia la habitación de la chica, acomodo la nota y la corona frente a la puerta, toco tres veces la puerta y se echo a correr hacia el salón en espera de la morena.
Tony sighed as he sat on his bed, his eyes staring up at the pale white ceiling. He had no idea how he got into this mess. It started off as a game, yes but after a while that's not what it was. He didn't think that anymore. It's true, Tony had been using her, but not intentionally. But after all that happened, he was pretty sure she was playing him. He didn't want to trust her, after all if she could cheat on him after a month, well then what does that say about their relationship? Thoughts similar to these went through his mind as he pondered on getting up. Other things, like how upset she was while talking to him, and the whole conversation afterward also planted ideas in his head, and he thought it'd be good if he went to talk to her. An idea forming in his little cranium.
The boy strolled down the hallway, looking for her dorm. Praying there was no one else there so they could just talk it out in private. Once he found the number she had scribbled on a piece of paper the night they met, he knocked on the door, clearing his throat as he scuffed his feet on the blue carpet. Tony felt bad. The way he had treated her was wrong. She was drunk and she had made a mistake. It wasn't like she was a repeated offender of the crime. People make mistakes, they're human. The boy sighed and knocked again, fidgeting some what because of his nervousness.
"There's things out there, Brayden." The older man said in a daze, one that the boy knew all too well. "Dark things."
"This place might look like a dump," Brayden begun as he flicked on the light near by, a pray of relief when the power proved to still exist in the place, he looked around the place he once knew all too well. The faded paint on the walls, holds in the walls, and the wooden floors falling in in places stopped the twenty year old in his tracks. For a second he felt like he was stepping back into time, but not into the few good memories he did have here, and for a second he had to remind himself where he was at. He smirked humorlessly and glanced over at the blonde, "This place is a dump, but who could go wrong with a dump all to themselves?" Brayden stated, eventually making his way around the bar and into it's cockpit. "Now, hopefully we can find some free, good, alcohol." He bend down and looked through the bottom of the counter, hoping to find a bottle somewhere. Not that he expected to find anything down there, instead stacks of paper spread across the shelves laid in his view. Grabbing a handful, Brayden couldn't help but quickly scan through it. Curious to what laid on the paper, when he saw it was bills and inventories, among other stuff that no longer mattered, he shoved the stack of papers back under the counter, and stood up. Turning on his heel, he looked behind him, the shelves sat mainly bare, his eyes searching through them, a bottle eventually catching his eye. He raised up on his tip toes and tried to ranch for the bottle. Eventually it was in his grip, turning to the blonde, his attention still on the bottle. Brayden's "at eased" look turned into disgust as he read the label. "Are you a girly drinker?" He asked, glancing up at the blonde. "Because I'm a hard drinker and this," He held the bottle up before sitting it down and turning back to the high shelves behind him. "Is not what I consider hard." Brayden moved down towards the end of the bar hoping for something to catch his eye.
A part of him wanted to be shocked at how little alcohol laid in the abandoned place, but when he remembered who had owned it last, it wasn't that surprising. Brayden has assumed that his father cleaned out the liquor supply years ago. After all, it was all already paid for, why wouldn't he finish it up? Eventually a beer machine caught his eye, "You're not afraid of expired beer, right?" He chuckled as he pressed the small button on the device, a golden liquor flowing out. "Since it looks like that's all we-" Brayden cut off as a white bottle stuck behind the machine got his attention. Pulling it out, he stared down at the label, a smile spread across his face. "Vodka. Pure Vodka. Now that's what I'm talking about." Brayden was even more presently surprised that the bottle haven't been opened. As he twisted off the cap, he came around the counter and towards the blonde. He hopped on the pool table, and tossed the cap up in the air, and caught it in his hand. "Tell me something, Lexi." Brayden begun as he held the bottle out to her. "Why didn't a twenty-one year old want to celebrate her birthday?" He questioned, raising an brow. "I would have thought you'd have wanted to." He hopped off the table. "You know, the big "two-one."" He added, making quotations in the air.
As he listened to the blonde, he made his way towards the jukebox in the back of the bar. Pulling out a quarter, Brayden paid it and waited for a song to play. Once the song begun to play, Brayden whipped out the air guitar. "This was my jam in the old days." Brayden stated, as he rocked out on the air guitar. "I'm on the highway to hell." The boy sung, as he swung his head back and forth. He was well aware that he looked like a fool and that he couldn't sing to save his life, but he simply didn't care. He was comfortable enough around Lexi, and she might have thought he was bat shit crazy, but that was only because he was. He moved towards the blonde as the guitar solo started, still rocking it out on the air guitar. He eventually dropped his hands, a goofy smile on his face. "I would be a kickass guitarist." He stated matter of factly as he grabbed the vodka bottle. "I'm on the highway to hell." This time he didn't sing it, he simply just said it. "And if you're not, then you're not living like you should." He winked at the girl as he hopped back on the pool table and pressed the bottle to his mouth. The sharp taste familiar as they came to his taste buds. "You have money on you?" Brayden asked, as he glanced towards the blonde, holding the bottle out towards.
The last time Brayden had met the blonde for drinks, everything in his life seemed to be complete and utter crap. His father had died, he was pushing Leah away and succeeding at it; he was in an on going battle with himself. The blonde girl seemed to be one of the few people that put him at an ease. This time around, Brayden was just.. happy, for the lack of a better word. Things in his life were finally looking up and today, today everything seemed right. Ironic how it was suppose to be the end of the world, but instead, it was the end of his world and the beginning of a newer and much better one. The world that was consumed around dead parents, alcohol, and mindless teenage drama he couldn't seem to get away from, that had done a number on the nineteen year old, which in the end, nearly destroy him; had slowly crumbled in front of him in the last few weeks. Now everything was slowly falling into place. He was cutting the drama out and keeping a safe distance from it, he had the girl he was madly in love with back and was determined to keep. For the first time in a long time, he felt sane, and that was a feeling he had missed more then anything.
Brayden pulled to a stop in front of the local hangout. A place which he was at not too long ago for his shift that started early this morning. He truly hated that no matter what, he really couldn't seem to get away from this place, but then again it was the only decent hangout in the small town to meet up at. Stepping out of the vehicle, he glanced around the place as he slowly shut the door. Everyone seemed normal as they went about their daily lives, a sight that never really caught Brayden's attention before, and he wasn't really sure why it surprised him. He slowly made his way into the restaurant, glancing around the place to see if the blonde had made her way there yet. Deciding that she hadn't, Brayden made his way to the bar and took a seat. He looked up at one of his good friends in the joint and smiled. The young girl smiled back as she continued serving the customer in front of her. Brayden turned in his seat and watched the sea of people that moved around in the place, as he waited for the girl to show up.
