After my dispute with my mother I decided to get in my car and drive out to Oli's house, about 4 miles from where I live. On the way there I decide to call him and sure he is there.
"Hey bro?" He says as he answers my call.
"I'm heading to your house right now because my mom was being a cunt."
"It'll be alright Zach, we can crack open a few beers and write some music."
"Thanks bro I don't know what I would do without you. I brought my mic and speaker."
"Awesome man, you almost here?"
"Yeah I'm pulling in your drive way right now."
Oli is only 17 and I'm 16 but yet he lives alone because his early childhood was filled with nothing good coming from his family so he left.
I park my car further up in his driveway, and then I get out and walk up the stairs that are squeaky and messed up to his apartment. I can hear him and someone else screaming music inside. I figured that I should be cool and slam open the door instead of knocking and so I ran through the room and started to yell and be crazy with them when I stop and notice that his friend is someone I've never seen before.
"Oi, Zach! This is my friend Mitch! He is in his own band that's just forming as well."
I can clearly tell that Mitch is plastered, but Oli still seems a bit sober. Oli runs up to me with some sort of British beer I have never seen before.
"Chug man chug! Lets get you drunk as fuck hahah we are gonna be wild!" Oli says as he chugs with me.
This beer has a bit of an alcoholic sting but I am no stranger to that. I walk over to Mitch and shake his hand.
"Mitch Lucker is my full name."
"What's your band called?" I ask questioningly.
"We decided to name it Suicide Silence. Sounds sick doesn't it?"
"Yeah man thats awesome, me and Oli still need to think of a band name."
After some time has passed of us all being drunk Mitch decides to crash in Oli's room. Oli and I decided to watch some Pirates of the Carribean. At the very end of the movie Jack Sparrows says now where is that horizon, and all of a sudden Oli screams.
"What's wrong man damn?" I ask him, a little bit worried.
He says in a slurred tone, which I can barely understand with his British accent, "I have the band name! Bring Me the Horizon!"
"That's actually pretty sick bro, I like it." I say in my own slurred tone.
"It's amazing how creative you can be when you're drunk!" Oli says as he laughs crazily.
"Mind if I crash here for a while bro?"
He goes up and hugs me, almost falling on the way to me, and says, "You're a brother to me, don't worry about anything I got you covered."
I end up crashing on his couch, happy to hear those words he said to me.
