Symphony of Freaks

Weak Bravery

*Adam's POV*

It felt like I have just fallen asleep when I heard a loud knock on my door. I just ignored the person for some time hoping they would go away again but that somebody really wanted to talk to me. I forced myself out of my bed and made my way to the door.

"Adam!" I heard a voice yell. A familiar voice. A shocking sensation of pain, love and worry shot through my veins. It was him. I opened the door.

"Tommy, what do you-" My sentence was cut off but I didn't really knew what I wanted to say anyway.

Tommy pushed me out of the way and rushed into my room. He was surrounded by a cloud of his perfect smell mixed with alcohol.

"Tommy, are you-" I was cut off again.

"Shut up, Adam. I am talking this time." He tried to yell but his voice was weak. The tone in it was loud but the volume was so low. I could barely understand him.

"You are drunk!" This time I could finish.

"I am perfectly aware of that." That was all he said for now. We just stood there facing each other. I was waiting for him to say something because I was appearantly not allowed to open my mouth.

I looked straight into his eyes. There were somehow matte and confused. He blinked several times, squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows. He almost looked like if he was thinking about how he could ensure world peace or bring Romeo and Juliet back together.

"Tommy you wanted to talk, remember?"

"What-? Yes. Talk. I wanted to talk. About you. And me. You and me."

He seemed to be just as confused as I was even if he planned this out and wanted to talk in the middle of the night. Well, it wasn't in the middle of the night but we both haven't slept too much at the time when we should have. And therefore it was the middle of the night for me and I was tired and I wanted to sleep. And Tommy should too, but he was used to not sleeping. The next question I had was why he was drunk. A few hours ago he cowered on my bathroom floor looking like he wanted to die because he drank too much and now he's drunk again. I didn't understand any of this and I was annoyed.

I motioned Tommy to sit down on the couch with me because for him standing up was not easily done. He carefully stepped towards the couch and fell on it with a sigh.

"Why are you drunk?" Finally I could make it to asking him. The only problem was he needed to answer me. He seemed to be in a completely different world.

"Hey!" I clicked my fingers in front of his face, his eyes coming back to focus.

"I asked you why you are drunk. Again." My voice sounded upbraidingly which -how I know now- I will feel sorry for later.

"Because when I'm drunk I can be brave for once. And with being brave comes being honest."

"Tommy, I don't understand a word you're saying. Talk to me in full and reasonable sentences. I do not get your hints at this time of day and sober!"

"What do you want me to tell you, Babyboy?" He leaned forward, spoke seductively and looked straight through me with his huge puppy dog eyes.

You know, there are these kind of 'types' of drunk people like the funny one, the tearful one or the needy one or the horny one etcetera, etcetera. Everybody fits exactly into one of these steorotypes except Tommy. He was everything at once.

And once again I didn't know what to say to him. At first he was annoying and the next second he is kind of hot. I was confused but decided to try it again.