By the time I arrived at Ryan's house, my anger had died down.
"Yo Frank, let's get some alcohol into you!" Ryan cheers loudly.
It seems that there is a party every fucking night here.
Smiling, I follow the thin boy into the kitchen.
"How's Gerard? Is he coming?" Ryan asks innocently as he pulls a bottle of whisky from the pantry.
Sighing, I lean against the bench with a pissed off expression.
"He's not coming, no. We...we had an argument and I left."
Ryan nods, pouring my drink perfectly for someone intoxicated and most likely high.
"Are you going home after this?"
"No. There is no way I am going back to that fucking house." I groan, looking at the coke he is pouring.
"You can stay here as long as you need to. I wont tell a soul." He smiles at me, showing kindness deep in his lively eyes.
Grabbing my drink, I smile softly, "Thanks man. I wont be staying over for ages or anything."
"Stay as long as you need dude. You're welcome here anytime. My parent's are on a holiday in Greece, so I have the whole house free. Crash in one of the upstairs bedrooms."
I nod, "Thank you." I thank the boy in front of me, again.
Well this is better than being homeless on the streets, I guess.
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