Saving My Night (A Brohnnie Fanfic)

The Daze

Warning: Foul Language. If you don't like it then gtfo. Thanks.
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"So what's your story?" Johnnie was walking beside me as we made our way to the mall when I asked the question. He looked at me confused.

"What do you mean?" He glanced at me, but I could see that look I know all to well in his eyes. When you have memories that you don't want to bring up.

"How you ended up here, I mean." I waved my hand around to the city. I better hold back from that subject till later.

"Oh, well Bryan had a tour and I became the merch guy. I moved in then we moved here a couple months back. It's all still pretty new, you know?"

"No, not really. I have lived here my entire life so I don't know anything else." The mall was up ahead of us and the sky was cloudy but it was still warm California weather. "It's actually a really good thing that we came shopping because I am out of all my clean clothes." I tell him with emphasis as to what I was wearing.

"Well do you have money for clothes?" Johnnies face was concerned. He probably thinks I'm going to ask him for money. I nod and look down at my feet.

Tell him. No. Tell him. He's going to think I'm some druggy. You are going to feel like shit if you aren't honest and you know it. Fuck.

"I didn't really get my money honestly though.." I watched the ground as I walked and waited for his reaction.

"What do you mean? Did you steal it or something?" His voice s surprised.

"No, I'm not a thief," I had done some shady stuff but I wasn't one to steal from people.

"Then what do you mean 'you didn't get it honestly'?"

"I used to deal drugs." There I said it. Loud and clear. Fuck he's gonna hate me..

"Oh. Like what?" His voice didn't give away any hatred. More like curiousity. Maybe some surprise that I once dealt.

"Pot mostly, but I did other things sometimes too."

"Nothing hardcore right? Like meth or heroin?" He sounded genuinely curious.

"No. I wasn't that into it. It was just if I had some extra that I didn't really need I had it." I explained with complete honesty. I wonder if he caught on to the fact that I kind of just admitted to doing drugs.

"So you did drugs?"

Yeah. He caught that.

"Yeah, it was a quick fix for what was going on at home. Made it not hurt as much." Which was very true. It still sucked, but it was slightly more bearable when you could barely feel it.

He nodded beside me in understanding. "Do you still use?"

And there it was. I wasn't about to lie to the kid. I had to be honest. I mean he was letting a complete stranger live in his house so I might as well not be so much of a stranger.

"The night that you guys found me. After my dad was done doing you know what. He kicked me out and I left and went to a friend of mines' house. He's also a pot dealer and sold me some. We got stoned, went to Taco Bell, and came back and then I left and slept outside my door where you guys found me. I was still a little high when you woke me up at first, but after that I was fine. Sorry I wasn't completely honest." It felt good to have it all out there. For him to know that I wasn't a clean cut and I was more of a jagged scar, it felt like I had weight off of me.

"Don't apologize. You're fine. Trust me." I wanted to. I wanted to trust him and I think I could, but not completely. I don't think I'll ever be able to trust anyone completely. To put all of your faith into somebody is dangerous. People change and when they do, bad things happen. I don't want to be left in the dust like I once upon a time was. That is my version of hell. To be forgotten and never thought of again. "Hey, want to get a drink from a vending machine before we shop? I'm thirsty."

Johnnies' voice dragged me out of my inner turmoil and sent me back to real life. I nodded as we walked up to the giant building. He opened the door and I walked in front of him thanking him as I went the cold blast of AC waking me up completely.
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We were currently walking through the mall and window shopping. The smells of perfumes, cologne and the food court were a nostalgic mix. I used to come here constantly when I was stoned. We walked past Bath & Body Works and kept walking until the smell I know and love hit me.

That smell that you get from every single Hot Topic ever. It's like men's cologne but with an edge to it. Hard to explain but very distinct. Now I don't know why people hate on Hot Topic. It's one of my most favorite places because they have variety, but right now I knew what I needed and got to work finding it. By the end of the hour I had three new band shirts, two tank tops, and four pairs of pants. Thanks to sales I left paying about $60.

"That was fast." Johnnie said surprised as he walked out with his own bag.

"I knew what I needed." I responded and we continued walking through the mall. We stopped at a couple more stores and window shopped but nothing really caught my eye. After we were done we walked to Chipotle and sat down to eat. I dug into my burrito as we both talked more.

"I need to find a job or something that's going to get me some money." I sighed as the burrito in front of me became smaller by the second.

"Well, what can you do that's good enough to work with?" he replied from across the table. I thought about it for the second. I'm good at cleaning. I could probably land a job as a maid or something, but I had never pictured myself working at a 9-5 job before.

"I don't know. I haven't ever pictured myself getting a 9-5 type of job. I don't want to get a job and hate my life because of where I'm working." My frown deepened as I thought about it. I would not be able to handle something like that.

"Why not try YouTube?" Johnnie said through bites of a cheese quesadilla.