Sidney and johnny

chapter 1. the crash

Sid's pov:
I woke up hangover this morning, staring at the ceiling for few seconds before remembering where I am. I'm 18 years old, born in 1957, January 15th, under the name of Sidney Elizabeth Stone in London, UK. Never been poor so I can't really complain about the place I'm in right now. I have a roof over my head and that's great enough. My parents would have accepted me very well if I wouldn't have turn into a anarchist, punk, feminist, stoner who never cares about anything but myself, according to them. I don't care too much about it anyway. I turn my head and I groan a bit, I look at the timer on my nightstand, it's six am. I sit up on the bed, my bones are aching. There's a hickey on my neck and I don't remember about it. I shrug.
I'm getting dressed, I put on anything that I find and that's not too dirty. I walk barefoot in that house that I don't call home anymore. That haunted house. I walk to the bathroom on my tiptoes, to not disturb the peace of their sleep. I run the tap water, I stare at it for many seconds, not feeling real. I splash water on my face and stare at the drops on my clothes. I sigh. I definitely need a fix. But I'm broke as fuck. I look at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out the colour of my eyes, gray, maybe. My hair are one of my biggest pride, they're red, shoulder length and curly. I chuckle. I think I'm pretty pathetic.

I start walking down the stairs to the kitchen, I don't remember the last time I ate and I'm totally craving for eggs. I stop halfway to the refrigerator when I notice my mother, sitting at the table, doing nothing. she notices me as well and starts talking
"Oh, hi Sidney, didn't expect to see you here that early"
"Yeah, I don't know, I'm starving. It's just Sid by the way" I say
"I named you" she replies. I sigh and open the refrigerator. There's no eggs left. I sigh again, really pissed off and I grab the milk bottle and start drinking straight from it.
"Gross" my mother mutters. I can't stay here much longer, I'm choking, got to go outside, see my friends, burn stuff and buy more cassettes. As I start walking towards the door, my mother speaks again.
"Sidney, we gotta talk" she says. I turn back to her, raising an eyebrow.
"Yea?" I say. She tells me to come sit at the table with her, so that's what I do.
"Sidney, you turned 18 about 5 months ago, you get yourself in trouble and you're a bad influence for your brother" I stay quiet, still Listening to what she has to say.
"You cost both me and your father a lot of money and I think it's time that you should start living on your own" she continues. I frown.
"You kicking me out?" I say.
"Sidney, listen, you.. you're an adult now, you can't stay here forever.."
"So you're kicking me out?" I reply. I can't believe she's doing that to me now.
"Yes" she simply says. it drives me crazy. Totally crazy. I close my fits tightly.
"But Sidney, it doesn't means that we don't love you"
"Bollocks!" I shout and walk out of the room. I run to my bedroom. I can't believe. It's gotta be fake. Where the fuck am I supposed to go?! I dropped school a while ago, my job barely pays me enough to pay my clothes and the weed and now, I don't have a place to live anymore. Nothing holds me back here anymore so I grab my big green passager bag and throw few of my clothes in it, my music, my few pounds left and my cigarettes. I put my bass in its suit case and put on my combat boots. This place disgusts me. I get out of my room, slapping my boots against the floor, being as loud as I can, to disturb them one last time. I knew they were sick of me but I didn't thought it was enough to kick me out like that. I slam the door and walk away of this house of shit. I start walking with no destination in mind. I wanna cry but cool badass punks are obviously emotionless.

About 15 minutes later, I arrive at the record shop in the city center, where I always get to without even thinking about it. A muscular reflex. I look around me, looking for a familiar face in the few people in here. I notice a gang of punks and a smile spreads across my face. My friend Scarlett is one of them. She's bleached and very thin, wich I think turns on the boys she's talking to. A pretty tall spiky black haired guy is talking to her in, I guess, a flirtatious way. There's a smaller spiky haired, with orange hair standing there with them. There's another boy with blue hair wich looks younger, definitely not more than 16 who's also with them, talking a lot.
I walk to them and pat Scarlett's shoulder
"Hey girl!" I say. She turns to me, grins and hugs me
"Sid! It's been a while, god!" I smile and hug her back even though my mind was somewhere else. She introduces me to the guys. They're fine; the red haired is the most attractive in my opinion. The black haired is called Richard, the blue haired Michael and the red haired is called John. I smile at them. My look is locked on John's face, he seems a bit familiar to me. He walks closer to me and check me out from the head to the feet. It takes me few seconds to realize he's talking to me.
"Sorry, what?" I say. He chuckles.
"I asked you if you want a cigarette" I notice he's handing me a pack. I'm absolutely dying for a smoke right now so I agree and grab one.