Bus Money // Troublemaker!Bench Trio // DSMP

1. The Start of the Middle

[[Toby's POV]]

     I placed my money down on the counter, hood up and messing with the hoodie string with my other hand. The cashier handed me the cigarettes, I nodded and walked out the door. As I walked out the door, I looked side to side, and continued to walk.

     I kept my eyes out for Tommy, who said he'd meet me near an ally way. I knew he was wearing a worn down beige sweater, not very helpful with the streets busy. I finally was able to see him, his green handkerchief tied around his head, keeping the late afternoon sun out of his eyes.

     I handed him the pack of cigs cautiously, he took them and shoved them in his pocket, "Thanks mate," he said under his breath. I gave him a smile, "Probably should start to head back- we both know Rylan isn't good at cooking." "Yeah, maybe he won't burn the wall this time," he replied with a chuckle "Americans." We smiled at my joke and headed to the apartment.

[[Rylan's POV]]

     I'm supposed to be cooking right now, but I forgot too and I can't remember what we needed from the store, and I can't find my phone. I was ( and still am ) freaking out because I can't text anyone that I can't get the food. I searched the bathroom cabinets for the stress-go-away pills. If I lost these I'm going to lose it...

     "Rylan, mate, we're home!" Well shoot. All the medications and bandages fell over and out the cabinet. "You mother..mmm." "You okay in there, pal," I heard Toby say, outside the door. "Yep! Just peachy." I opened the bathroom door, he was leaning against the wall while Tom was lighting a cigarette in the background, que the metal music.

     "Aren't you supposed to be making food," Tommy said, blowing smoke out of his mouth. "About that-" "It's alright, I was able to snag a few things from the drugstore," Toby interrupted, he already knew what I was going to say. He pulled some candy bars and chips out of his pocket. My eyes lit up, "Nice man!" I ducked down a bit and headed towards our living room.

Toby sat down in his homemade "chair", a box. I laid down on the crappy couch and Tommy sat on the floor, leaning against a chair. I took a Kit-Kat bar and ate it slowly. Toby grabbed a beer bottle and a bag of chips.

[[Tommy's POV]]

     The others munched down on their snacks, I didn't want anything. I leaned my head back on the seat of the chair, letting the cig smoke flow out of my mouth. Something hit my neck, I looked at Rylan, "Oi man!" They pointed at Toby, who was snickering. I looked at what hit me, beer bottle cap. I flicked it back at him while he was chugging it down.

     "Toby, be careful," Rylan gestured a hand to slow down on drinking. Toby finished his first bottle and took a deep breath, he laughed, "I'll be fine, man!" He then grabbed another bottle, opened it, and chugged it down again. Rylan sighed, covering their face with his hands.