The Hard Time's - Byler

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Mike woke up with his mouth vaguely tasting like cigarettes, barely remembering anything that happened in the last two days. The boy glances at the alarm clock on his nightstand, staring at the bright red numbers until they make sense to his drugged brain. 2 am. Fucking wonderful. He drags himself out of bed to piss, knowing he probably has to. He flicks the light switch and winces at the harsh light, kicking the door closed lightly. Turning on the faucet, Mike looks at himself in the mirror. "How could I let myself get this bad? I'm so stupid." He splashes his face with the cold water. Goddamn it. God fucking damn it. I'm so pathetic. What will Nancy think of me now? Nancy is the only one knowing of him using. Well fuck. Might as well go smoke some more. He steps out of the bathroom after doing everything mindlessly. Mike goes back into his room and grabs his hidden pack of stolen cigarettes from his dad then props open the window, heading out onto the roof. He then realizes that he is completely alone. He lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag, feeling nothing anymore, since this is about his third stolen pack. He blows the smoke out of his mouth and then remembers, he is in fact still high. Mike is pretty pleased with that fact, knowing that if he wasn't he would probably be in immense pain. He finishes the cancer stick and puts it out on the shingles and chucks it who knows where. The boy slides back into his room with ease, closing the window quietly before he plops down on his bed. "Fuck." Since he has nothing else to do, he has two options. Jerk off, or, do more drugs. They're both equally good options, but as much as he knows Nancy wouldn't love to know he touched himself, she would hate to see him dead from an overdose more. Mike doesn't want to do that to his sister, so, jerking off it is. He pulls out his cock and just begins, doing nothing in particular, just jerking off as usual. His mindset starts to shift and suddenly he starts thinking of things to help get him off. That victoria's secret model, the porn vhs tapes he stole from his dad to watch with his friends that one time. Friends. Friend. Will. He groans as he releases, to the thought of Will. "What the fuck." He doesn't think much of it, though he thought it was weird, and wipes his hand off on the tissues on this nightstand.