Kids in the Dark •5SOS PUNK AU• {COMPLETED}

~8~

[A/N: I'M BACK, PITCHES] <ON A TOTALLY UNRELATED NOTE, MICHAEL DYED HIS HAIR BLACK AND I ASDFGHJKLQWERTYUIOPZXCVBNM>

Michael's POV

"F---!" I shouted. I had run into a pole from texting, but obviously it was the pole's fault for standing in the wrong place. I then noticed little kids were around. "I mean, uh, truck."

"Watch your profanity," I heard a voice say. I turned around to see Skylar smirking and striding towards me.

"Watch yours," I shot.

"I didn't swear," she replied, smirking as she jogged to catch up with me.

We just walked together, small talking, chatting, laughing, I swear it felt as if we were thirteen again. Finally we started walking into town still having long or short conversations, laughing at stupid things, pointing out strange or cool or funny shops or things in town and we were just our thirteen year old selves again; except Skylar's parents weren't threatening to take Skylar away from me again. She had left when we were fourteen and I actually cried. I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers like we used to. I missed this. I missed us... I chewed on my lip ring.

"So, Skylar, do you wanna head down to the new club downtown? I heard there's gonna be alcohol!" I said in a singsong voice.

"Definitely!"

~club ;)~ (<~~ goatee-SKYLAR)

Loud music engulfed us once we got past the bouncer and the strong smell of any and every alcohol filled our nostrils. All Time Low was the loud music apparently and Skylar and I were having the best time. We downed alcohol. Although we were only nineteen, we look twenty-one. Luckily for us, the bouncer had believed we were twenty-one.

"Do you like it?" I slurred, my brain now loopy from the alcohol I consumed.

"I like you, Mikey," Skylar slurred more and we both giggled.

"Then, what would would you d-do if I kissed you?" I rambled. She giggled and grinned stupidly.

"I don't know, but I wanna find out."

"So do I," I slurred more before wrapped my arm around her waist (she squirmed and giggled).

"I'm ticklish!" She squealed.

"Okay," I told her and finally I kissed her. I felt like it sobered me. I realized what I was doing and I liked it. It was the alcohol and adrenaline that pushed me. Also the love for my best friend. She giggled against my lips.

"I liked that," she muttered while smiling like an idiot.

"So did I, but the worst part is we won't remember it in the morning," I stated while pouting. She pouted with me and then took out her phone. She leaned in and kissed me again. She took the picture of us and put her phone away. I grabbed her hips and brought her in again.

"Whee," she giggled before I smashed our lips together again. My hands rubbed her back and her hands got tangled in my hair. So much for being 'just friends'. (Yeah, with benefits-SKYLAR)

~next morning~

I woke up with a pounding headache. Hangover. Not my first though. I moved my body which was sore and screaming in pain. But there was a body in my arms. Did I kill someone and then cuddle their dead body?! I looked over and say Skylar. I killed my best friend! I then saw her shoulders rise and the fall down. Whew, that was close. The last thing I remember was the club last night and then getting stupid drunk. I looked around we were in a house I didn't recognize. I looked at the pictures on the walls and tables and saw Skylar and another girl in them. Or some were just Skylar or the other girl. The other girl was her new best friend Bethany I believe. Or was it Britney? I can't remember. (A/N: hahahahAHAHAHA).
(Really Bec? - Skylar)

She stirred and as she sat up she screamed and grabbed her head.

"Hangover," I told her in a raspy voice from the previous alcohol.

"Yeah, I know."

"I'm getting two Advils and two glasses of water," I said getting up.

When I came back, I saw Skylar was on her phone. I handed her the Advil and water. When she swallowed the Advil, she went to her pictures. She opened the recent one and we both screamed. We had kissed last night! That wasn't supposed to happen!

"What are we gonna do?!" Skylar screamed.

"I don't know!" I whined. "You can't tell the guys or Brianna this and I won't tell!"

"Becca," she corrected.

I slapped my forehead.

"That's what it was! I knew it started with a b!"