Gargoyles (Angelo Parente Story)

Straight-Edge Clubers

Ledemure

So, we have a free night and the boys decided we should go clubbing. Except for the fact Balz, Chris and Angelo are straight-edge. This should be interesting. I tried this "life style" once, well, I ended up in rehab. It was pretty crazy.

But I don't want to remember my past, I'm not proud AT all. Nop. 

-You have such deep eyes when you're thinking.- Angelo popped up and I almost felt form the trailer roof, breathing heavily. 

-Jesus Christ, stop scaring me like this...- I sighed and I looked over at him at the edge, just from part of his chest up.- Get your ass up here...- I smiled and gave him my hand, helping him up.

-So... Excited to see 3 sober guys in the middle of a bunch of drunks?- He giggled sitting beside me, looking at the horizon like me.

-Well, I won't be drinking as well...- I sighed, hugging my knees.- Not again.- I mumbled and he looked over curious. Oh, those curious eyes...

-Again?- He arched an eyebrow and I hid my face between my knees.

-I don't want to talk about it, if you don't mind.- I muttered looking back to the horizon. The sky was beautiful. But I guess I had my mad face on.

-Drinking problems? Relax, Ricky had those preeeetty bad...- He side-hugged me and I rested my head on his shoulder.

-Much worse... Please, let's just... Forget.- I gulped closing my eyes. I wanted to cry. I didn't want to remember those days. Rehab, cold turkeys, everything. Drugs are worse than they look. Those were dark dark days, I'm glad I pulled it out.

-Hey... It's okay.- He held my chin making me face him.- It's the past. Look at the strong woman you have become, Josh is really proud you know...- I smiled shyly, looking away.- Look at me Leda.- I looked back, losing myself inside those deep blue eyes.

-I'm sorry...- I muttered and he looked confused.

-Sorry for what?- Damn, there it was. The most adorable look on the planet. I couldn't take. Nop. Not happening. I've been a month with these assholes but I don't know, there is something about Angelo.

-For this.- I giggled and pecked his lips really quick, looking away. What the fuck am I doing?

-Well...- He scratched the back of his neck, kind of embarrassed. So adorable, ugh.- Uhm...- And he didn't know what to say.

-Need another one?- I giggled and he smiled sweetly.

-Sure, why not?- He shrugged and I smiled widely, again pecking his lips. One time. Two times. Three times. Six times. I was going for the seventh, but my brother yelled at me.

-HEY LEDA, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, WE'RE GOING!- I think he didn't see Angelo.- By the way, if you see the fat dude by the name of Angelo, tell him we are leaving.- I had to put my hand over my mouth not to laugh.

-Okay, see you down there...- I giggled and looked over at Angelo. I guess he was doing fine.- So... I guess we should go.- I shrugged and bit my lip.- By the way, you taste good.- I got up and helped him, that helped me, that helped him again. And boom, ground.

-I know lady, now let's go...-He smiled and I jumped on his back.- I'm not your horse, ya' know...

-But you are my gargoyle, ya' know...- I hugged his neck and he held my legs.- GUYS, I FOUND ANGELO!- I screamed and he pinched. Oh damn, I forgot about his ears.

-Fuck you Leda...- He muttered and I felt bad for a moment, then remembered he burst ears with his double-pedal.

-Yeah, fuck me.- I smiled and soon, we were all walking to a random bar. I feel like having a drink, but I promised myself I would never again and I'm keeping that promise.