"George"
....
"George"
"Hmmmn"
"I swear to god son if you don't wake up this minute you've got another thing coming" he slammed the side of his fist on the dashboard as he yelled causing me to jump out of skin, honestly if I was a cat he would have had to peel me from the roof of the car. I stared at the hand he kept on the dashboard, keeping my eyes glued to it, trying to get my heart to stop beating me to death. I noticed his knuckles were white and his palms were red and sweating, shaking just like the rest of him, he needed to drink. He didn't want to drink a needed to drink.
"Keep an eye out on the stuff in the back I'll be a few minutes" he said whilst swinging the van door closed.
Why did he say that? 'keep an eye out', eye out for what? Is someone going to steal from us really? Is that what he thinks? Please like someone would actually risk a prison sentence for robbing a box full of clothing from a filthy 'seen better days ' mini van. Nobody is around anyway, this parking lot is empty and it's almost 2am. The light from the store is giving the left side of objects a thin white pin stripe but other than that it's darkness for miles so why the fuck did he wake me up.
"We're ten minutes away now George" he tells me, I'm just sat slouching, chin digging into my chest almost, staring at him I'm not replying to him
We've been driving for hours and these are the first words hes said since we set off from the convenience store. Pfft convenience store, I can taste the irony, the only thing it's convenient is feeding bad addictions. I mean who sells whisky to obvious and sweaty alcoholic at 2am
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A Story of Young Love
FanfictionLonely Teen Ryan Ross moves to a new city With his father hardly playing his role Ryan begins to idolise music teacher/councilor of his new high school Brendon Urie See a Friendship between teacher and student transform into forbidden love and Lust...
