The Brighter Side of Suffering

The Second Chapter

The buzz of my alarm deciced that I should be awake now. I silently cursed it as I pushed the button to make the noise stop. I sighed and sat up and rubbed my eyes. It had been a week since the show and I am nothing but tired. I've been preparing for the upcoming Battle of the Bands tourney. I lived for stuff like this. I designed how we will be set up and all that good stuff.

The sweet scent of bacon and eggs reached my nose. My stomach rumbled in responce. I walked out into the hall way. Drake must of had one of his many 'girlfriends' over. I will never understand him.

Drake and I go back a long way. We created Bloody Snowmen and it was like our child. Our passion for music kept us together. I eventually gotten used to his whoreness. The other members came along through out the few years of our bandhood.

I made my way to the kitchen and sat at the table across from his lady friend. She smiled sweetly and brushed her hair from her neck. I looked away as I rolled my eyes. Someone had a good night. It was slightly irritating that I went to all this work to keep us a band and all that Drake could think about was sex.

Boys will be boys I guess, but then what does that make me? I've only had two serious relationships in my life. One with a girl whos name I can't remember and with Hannah.

Hannah...

I missed her. I miss her very very much. Why did things always go sour for me when it came to love. As soon as we moved to the next level things changed between us. Maybe I wasn't good enough.

Maybe...

"Nathan, eat your breakfast face," Drake smiled at me

I looked down at my plate. Sunny side up eggs with a bacin smile. Cute. This immage should be copy written or something. I'm going to find the person who came up with it and hurt him. Why was it such a cetchy thing to do?

I attacked the face with my fork after I drowned him with syrup. I slowly ate thinking about what else we could do to win this compitition.

"You need to relax. Your face says it all, Nathan," Drake was prancing about the kitchen showing off.

"You need to settle down before I chain you down," I glarred at him. My excuse for my rudness is that I am not a morning person.

"Not like that hasn't been done before," He winked at his friend at the table.

It wasn't like I was trying to eat or anything. My comment on boys will be boys. Well, Drake will be Drake. That was a better discription of that. I shook my head and finished my breakfast.

I stood and stretched and walked back up to my room. Then the realization that I am still in my boxers hit me. I looked in the mirror at myself with a surprised expression. This was followed by a shrug and I stripped them off and stepped into the shower.

It was then that I decided that I thought way to much.