We sat together on the grass, ice-cold beers in our hands, bodies clad in jet-black attire. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, but none of our own. The party behind us has grown too wild, so we had decided to hang around at the bottom of the garden, near the small pond there. I looked down at my bottle, regret filling me to the brim. I knew that I shouldn't drink, something would slip from my mouth that I could never let him hear. I sighed in my mind, before taking a huge mouthful of the deadly mixture. I heard Frank giggle, I looked at him instantly. He tipped his bottle in the direction of the thing- things that had amused him; a pair of very naked girls. I giggled along with him nervously, knowing full well that I wasn't interested in any of them at all.

"They, are hot." He said in awe, waving at the both of them. I smiled, expertly hiding how unimpressed I was by them. Being somewhat bisexual, meant that I had the pleasure of being attracted to both boys and girls. But, the girls in front of me weren't impressive at all. They were plastic people- I hated plastic people. I wanted to go home, the novelty of drinking amongst friends was beginning to wear off.

"Hey Frank, I think I'm going to go home. I don't want to end up not being able to drive." I lied, patting him on the back. I stood up, leaving my bottle behind me in the grass. He frowned, as I tucked my hands into my pockets.

"I swear you're no fun anymore Gerard Way. Think about the fun we could have with those two! Look at them!" He shouted, he was already his usual, angry, drunken self. I rolled my eyes, continuing on my journey towards the back door. The music grew louder the closer I got to the door, and I found that Frank's voice was dying along with the peacefulness of the garden. I shoved the door open, a wave of heat, music and pure sweat hit me in the face. I weaved in and out of the small crowd that had gathered in the kitchen, trying my best not to elbow anybody in the face (accidentally on purpose.) Somebody patted me on the back as I made it to the corridor leading to my exit, I turned on my heel. It was one of the girls from the pond, her damp hand holding a box of cigarettes.

"Oh, thank you." I said, remembering that I had felt Frank take them from my back pocket. She wiggled her hand at me, before jogging back into the bustling crowd. I rolled my eyes, taking one from my pocket as I opened the door, revealing the chaos that had spilled out into the street. There were teenagers lying on the ground, intoxicated. Taking a box of matches from my pocket, I swiped one along the fence beside me, raising it to the cigarette between my teeth.

Cigarettes had become something of a comfort blanket to me, it was a pleasant change to alcohol. I had promised my brother, Mikey, that I would be responsible with alcohol. Ever since he had found me with a bundle of razors in one hand, a beer bottle in the other. I didn't even remember it happening, but I supposed that was my punishment for hurting both me and him. He was my best friend, as well as Frank. I couldn't forget Frank, he was my everything; and he didn't even know, or care.

I shook the negativity from my mind, teeth loosening their grip on the cigarette between them. I pulled it from my mouth, smoke spewing from it as if I was a boiling kettle. Slipping my keys out from the back pocket of my jeans, I felt my phone buzz against them. I decided to ignore it, knowing that it was only Frank telling me that I was supposed to follow the girl to wherever she was going.

Locking myself in the car, I shoved the key in the ignition. Setting my phone on my leg, I pulled out of the tiny street, watching a girl face-plant the floor. I sniggered, as my phone buzzed again. I growled, turning it over so that I could see the screen. It was of the girl that had brought back my cigarettes. She was sitting on a bed, completely naked, leaning back on her hands. The message that accompanied it was;

"Your loss"

I tossed the phone onto the passenger's seat, growing angry with him. I hated the fact that he needed to exploit and gawk at the female anatomy every single day. I could've sworn that he'd had more sex than the typical prostitute on a good day. He loved to manipulate people, to mentally torture them into doing what he wanted them to do. He did that to me on a daily basis, and, because I loved him, I obeyed him like a well-trained puppy. And that was why I decided to stop at a liquor store on my way home. I couldn't face being left with those niggling thoughts. I grabbed a full crate of beer, running in and out of there in under five minutes. I didn't care about the brand, nor did I care about the taste, I just cared about it's ability to numb me from the world.

Throwing the car into drive, I got home as quickly as my car would allow me. Luckily for me, my family had gone away for the weekend. I had persuaded them into letting me stay home, pretending that I was sick. I was under strict orders to phone them every day of their vacation until they got home. I patted the crate, as I unclipped my seatbelt, excited for that numbing feeling that I adored.
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Song Of The Chapter- Saturnz Barz (Spirt House) by Gorillaz

A.N
Another new story, as promised. This one is going to be quite sad, and the ending will definitely get a few tears- I hope <3

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