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ten

𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃:

I am angerly pacing back and forth in my room. Y/n said she'd call, she hasn't in 2 days. She hasn't shown up for class. Kevin is playing with Mollycoddle at Clay's sister's wedding tonight. I'm crashing.

~TIME SKIP~

I'm now on my way to the wedding, walking out of my room. I see my dad and he starts yelling at me.

"Take off the costume, Krusty The Clown. We gotta talk about this, uh, 'What I did at school today' essay right here," He outbursts.

"Sorry, you're just a little late with the whole parenting thing," I respond.

"Get back inside,"

"GO BAG ANOTHER NURSE!"

~TIME SKIP TO NEXT DAY~

After crashing the wedding last night, I was put in jail and my father put me in a "recovery" program. As of right now, I am sitting in one of the doctor's offices wating.

"Listen, I've got to get out of here immediately. I've got this really important-" I start once the doctor walks in, but I'm cut off.

"We are doing a preliminary eval on you, right? Let's get started. I'm Dr. Nix,"

"Troy Nix?" I say blank.

"Yeah,"

"The Troy Nix? From Kiloton?"

"Yeah, that's right,"

"Dude, you guys were gods. I go to Glenwood Lake High, man,"

"I see that, my condolences. I have a daughter that goes there,"

"So, you're a doctor now?"

"Yep, was an alchoholic, having a kid saved me from a slow fucking suicide. So, I went back to school, got my Psy D. I figured why not try to save some people's lives,"

"What's your kid's name?" Asking hopefully.

"Oh, it's Y/N," he answered noncholantly. I looked around the office to now see multiple pictures of Y/N scattered around the room. How could I have not noticed sooner?

"So, what happened to Killoton?" I redirect the conversation.

"My bandmates happened. They wouldn't practice, wouldn't learn the songs,"

"That's it?"

"Partly, but mostly it was because those guys were a bunch of fuckholes. Who wouldn't gp an inch out of their own way of anybody but themselves. Look if you're gonna record with people, you're gonna tour with people, you're gonna spend all day, every day, with them for years, you sure as shit better like hanging out with them. Otherwise your life is gonna suck. Then, you're gonna start drinking to forget how bad your life sucks, and before you know it... " he ended with a pause.

"You a drinker?"

"No"

"Drugs? Weed?" I just shook my head no.

"Coke?"

"No"

"Meth?"

"No"

"H?"

"No"

"Acid, Molly, you vaping?"

"No"

"Sleep too much?"

"No"

"Too little?"

"No"

"Destory any property?"

"Not any that they know about,"

"What, then?"

"Just fucking metal, man"

"I get this kinda shit all the time. Okay come on" he said gesturing for me to get up. We walked outside of his office.

"Yo. hold up. Where are you going?"

"You're fine, dude. Now this motherfucker" He said pointing to Ray. "He's a mess, him and I have a lot of work to do. which is why I can't babysit your ass just cause you like brutal fucking music. I'm recommeding you for discharge. The board will follow my recommedation, because I scare the shit out of them,"

"Thank you man, thank you,"

"No problem, we will have you out of here by Monday,"

"Monday, why Monday?"

"The board overlooks recommendations over the weekend,"

"Okay, is there any chance, we could get that review done by tonight?"

"No, no way in hell. They are already driving home in their jaugars listening to Sting. Why?"

"The battle of the bands is tomorrow, and my band is totally poised to win. Okay look check it out," I say while pulling a guitar pick with the skullfucker logo on it, out of my shoe.

"Skullfucker, nice. Sorry, anyway give you another year to practice. See you around bitch," He says, patts my shoulder, and walks away.

Y/N POV:

I called Hunter's phone again but there was no answer.

"Ugh!" I screamed into the phone. I decided to call his landline. Someone finally picked up.

"Hello?" A voice that I reconized as Mr. Sylvester's spoke into the phone.

"Hi, I was just seeing if Hunter was there?"

"No, Y/N, he's not here,"

"Where is he?"

"He's at the wellness center,"

"WHAT!" I yelled and hung up the phone. I started to call Kevin.

"Kevin, we gotta bail Hunter out of the wellness center,"

"I know meet me over there in your car,"

~TIME SKIP~

Me and Kevin parked outside the building and walked inside where we saw a front desk with a secretary. We approached the front desk.

"Hello, can I help you?" The lady asked.

"Yeah, uh, I hope so. Our bestfriend he's got problems. He's a sniffer."

"Gasoline?" she asked then named off a bunch of others, while Kevin and I just nodded.

"His parents are really torn on what to do, so we just wanted to get them a brochure," I added

"You're a good friend. They are right back there-" she started but looked back to see none left. "I'll go get some more, wait right here," she walked way to get more. I soon hopped the desk, Kevin following. I hit the green button that opened the door and we both went through. We went to what looked like a TV room to see Hunter sitting messing with some people.

"Y/N-" He started out, but I cut him off.

"Shhh, come on," I say while motioning for him to follow.

"Look guys, I just gotta tell you-"

"Just tell us later," Kevin replies hurriedly. We scurry put of the room, only to be met with Ray.

"You know Ray. He's the drummer from Mollycoddle, anyway he's a good guy," Hunter specifies.

"Bring him. You do know we have to bring you back after Battle of the Bands?" Kevin checks.

"That's cool. Can't deal on the outside. I don't have the coping mechanism,"

"Okay, wait, so how are we getting out?" Hunter stays on topic. I look around only to spot a fire alarm. Kevin gets the idea, and pulls it down. The fire alarm starts blaring and everyone starts walking behind us. Once, we reach the front desk, the secretary recognizes Kevin and I. Giving us a skeptical look, she watches us go through the front door before she shouts out.

"You!" she says meaning us, and starts chasing after us, as we start running. We run down sidewalks, hills, and stairs, the lady still on our tails. Suddenly, she takes a shortcut. We get to the parking lot before her, only to be greeted by my dad.