Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

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He was more than prepared for the party. Of course he would be, after spending a whole day during last weekends planning outfits on different occassions out of boredom. And he spent the last few hours rummaging through the clothes he planned tucked in his walk in closet after his friends left.

And he looks breathtakingly handsome, with his hair fixed as a curtain bangs that cascades over his prussian blue eyes, and his mullet resting over his shoulders. He never really do these kinds of hairstyles if there weren't any occasions.

And right now, he wanted to look good. He walked up towards his full view mirror that showed off his outfit. Since it was just a casual party at his friend's house, he decided to just wear a black sleeveless turtleneck that practically hugged his figure, and some black cargo pants on.

Of course, he would put on some black denim slightly oversized coat, and his silver accessories. If he would step right into the party at this very moment, everyone would be fawning over him, and that's a fact.

A fact he had no idea of. "Hey Scara! How long are you going to get ready?!"

Scaramouche had to roll his eyes upon hearing his sister's voice echoing every crevice of the room. Makes him want to tear his eardrums off at how high-pitched and annoying it sounded. He let out a scoff whilst rolling his eyes. "In a minute! Mind your own damn business you wrench!"

With that, Scaramouche took his phone, wallet, and then his motorcycle keys. Getting out of his room before making his way down stairs, not forgetting to shoot his sister a dirty glare, before walking off the door. To which he heard his sister whining at his mom, it sounded satisfying.

"Have fun darling, and take care." Cooed his mother, Yae Miko. Scaramouche was not very fond of his step mom, but at least she isn't really bad news. He gave her an appreciative look, before getting on his motorcycle, and then driving off the parking lot once he put his helmet on and started the engine.

Once he arrived at the party, he was greeted by none other than his bestfriend, Lyney. Though, they weren't given much of a screen time together that depicted them both as best of friends, they are that. Born to rich families, with their mothers being great friends since they were a fetus.

Yes. They were that close considering their mothers are business partners. Scaramouche would drape an arm around Lyney. Oh, let me explain if you're confused.

"Hey, isn't tomorrow our first day?" He would remind, to which the latter would reply with a grunt and his signature eye roll. "Yes, what about it?" He would frown, uninterested at the current topic.

"Wouldn't it be cool if we act like strangers?" Lyney snickered, eyeing Scaramouche a playful look, to which Scaramouche responded by raising a cynical eyebrow, questioning his life choices being close to someone like him, who makes intrusive decisions for nonsense things.

"I mean, think about it. We get to start a new life. So, I wanted to have like, a new chapter opened. Like characters out from a book." Lyney would chuckle, wriggling his eyebrows playfully at Scaramouche who still found it nothing more than useless and nonsense. Something that isn't beneficial to him at all.

"Is that your way of saying you're ditching me to go and have me talk to people without you?" Scaramouche glared, he admitted it himself, he wasn't really good at communicating with others despite people flocking around him, he always had Lyney to help him out. And a day without Lyney, is like walking in college without his guardian angel.

"Of course not!" Lyney chuckled heartily, though he wouldn't want to admit that Scaramouche got it right.

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