Band One Shots [Closed]

You're The Only Drug I Need. [AlanAshby] {SleepingWithPizza}

We used to be so much alike. We were both so crazy all the time, running up and down hallways and jumping up and down on trampolines we found at playgrounds. We lived life on the wild side, not caring much about what anyone thought. He was a,ways so open with me, and I with him. We were connected at the hip.

But not anymore.

Things changed. He changed. I changed. We weren't young anymore. Well, we were, but not like that. We had both grown so much. He got involved in so many things. Bad things. Good things. It really depended on him.

Sometimes the monster inside of him wasn't after me. Sometimes it was. Usually it was after drugs. After the white devil that fell like snow onto the mirror from his pocket. It changed him. It made him into something I hated. Something I despised.

He was turning into a monster.

He was no longer the happy ginger that laughed at everything and smiled all the time. He was dead. He was cold. He was lost in a downward spiral through hell. And he was trying to take me with him.

But I wouldn't go.

I refused to fall.

He didn't like that. Not one bit. So he left me. Told me it was because he was going to sober up. But we both knew that it wasn't true. Austin, Phil, and Tino knew it too. Because they constantly sent me messages, begging me to talk to him.

But I couldn't.

Because he couldn't talk to me.

I couldn't talk to him.

He wouldn't listen, and I knew that. Alan was never like that anyway, even as a normal person that he used to be, he went out of his way to do what he wanted. That's something I hated, but also loved, about him.

But I never changed. I'm still the same person. The same crazy and outgoing person I used to be with him. I was still the same woman. I had the same long blonde hair with bright green eyes. I had the same piercings, same tattoos.

I never changed, but I guess he never wanted to stay the same.

I let out a sad sigh, kicking at the grey gravel beneath my feet. Everything was grey. The sky was grey. I was grey. Everything was grey.

I was far from gray, but I sure felt like it.

I was waiting to actually talk to Alan. It would be the first time in a long time. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to talk to him.

And I didn't want to be here, picking him up from yet another overnight stay in the county jail.

It wasn't long before I saw the ginger stumble out of the building, his eyes covered by shades and his hand on his head that was most likely hurting.

I attempted to smile at him, but it faded easily. He still had the stupid expression on his face I hated. That smirk.

God I hated it.

"Well... Well... Well... How's my Kasey?" he asked, smirking and tugging up his glasses s he could take a good look at me.

I rolled my green eyes, the bright shade darkening I was sure. "Just get in." I said, rolling my eyes again.

Alan smirked, climbing in as told. I wanted to seriously slap the damn smirk off if his face, but I wouldn't.

He knew this, and kept playing with my heart strings, talking about girls he'd met and things he'd done.

Finally I was able to drop him off at his apartment.

I was about to drive off when he grabbed my arm. "Come inside."

I raised an eyebrow, but nodded, climbing out and following him.

He pulled out a small shard of glass and a little baggy with white powder inside. He lined it up. Was he seriously doing drugs in front of me?

He was about to snort it, but I moved quickly, knocking him over onto the floor, my face almost touching his, my long blonde hair brushing against his forehead. It was awkward, but I didn't care.

"Kasey..." he muttered, bringing his hand to my cheek. "I'm so sorry... Oh God I'm so sorry..." he said, on the verge of tears.

"It's okay, Alan..." I responded, and he leaned up, pressing his mouth to mine softly. He'd changed me so much. I used to be so much more like him. We were both troublemakers, always running around. But he changed.

But I wouldn't let him fall again.

"Alan... Please... Get help..." I pleaded.

He nodded. "You're the only drug I need."