Static Sound (Muke)

eight

// eight // luke //

The boys went back home around 7:30, so I decided to go find Ashton to take me home. I looked for over an hour, double checked everywhere, and I couldn't find him anywhere. I took a break and sat in the food court to see if he would show up.

Soon, it was already 9 and he was still gone. The mall was going to close pretty soon, and frankly I was worried that I'd be stuck here overnight or some shit. I suspected he wasn't in the mall anymore, because I would've seen him by now. I wish I could've just texted or called him but I don't have a cell phone because he's not willing to pay it.

I eventually got upset and ran down to the main office building on the first floor. There were two huge security guards standing in front of the desk. I was scared they'd beat me to death or something, but I worked up the balls and asked to use their telephone to call my brother. The one man said 'yes' and I dialled his number and let it ring.

It rang for awhile, and he didn't pick up.

I called again, still no answer.

By that time I was screwed and couldn't think of anything else to do. I hung up the phone and told the man 'thank you', then decided to just wait outside of the mall to see if he'd drive by. If that plan failed, I didn't know what I would do. I wanted to call Calum or Mikey, but I had no idea what their numbers were.

The big speaker that hangs over the mall startled me when it came on. "All stores are closing in ten minutes. Thank you for coming, and have a great afternoon."

I walk out to the front of the building, crossing my arms and angrily stomping into the parking lot. I stand against a pole and wait a few minutes, until I feel a hand grab my shoulder and flip me around towards them.

Of course, it was Ashton.

But he wasn't recognisable at all. His hair was messy and the collar of his shirt was stretched out and wet, along with his shoe laces untied and snot running down from his nose.

"What the hell, Luke? Where'd ya go?" He slurs his words as he speaks, and it's hard to understand what he's saying.

I feel my face turn red and my blood boil. "Oh, my god. You're drunk aren't you. What the fuck, mate!" I yell, pushing him back. "You need to take me home and now you can't drive because you aren't fucking sober!"

Ashton surrenders and pushes me off of him. "No, calm down. I can drive, dipshit. And the house isn't that far away, we can make it before the wizards come out, you know what I'm saying?"

"Erg.." I push him and walk past him. "Just take me home.."

I suspect that he's been at the bar next door to the shopping centre all night, and I'm praying to God that nothing happens to us on the way home.

In the car, he's barely able to grip the steering wheel correctly. He keeps coughing and wiping his nose with his sleeve, and the place he's in at the moment is somewhat scaring me, because I've rarely ever seen him like this. It really stressful to watch him take turns and just barely make it around the corner without damaging too much. I cringe while he takes random stops where he's not suppose to and forces down on the breaks with everything he has.

Halfway home, he totally forgets that he's driving and looks at me. "Dude, what did you do to your lip?"

"I pierced it, you're the one who paid for it." I groan.

"No way.. dude that's sick!" He takes both hands off of the wheel and reaches for my face to play with my lip, but I punch him in the arm and force him to focus on the road. We take a slight swerve while his hands are off that scares the shit out of me. We didn't run into anything, just made long black skid marks across the street.