No Way to Live -Mavin fanfic-

Chapter 1

He was doing it again. I made eye contact with Jack, who could also tell something was up. We both waited for one of us to say something, and fortunately it didn't have to be me.

"Michael, what's up buddy?" Jack asked with an honest look of concern, almost reminding me of Geoff's voice.

Michael looked up suddenly as if he had been asleep. "Oh! Nothing. Sorry I'm feeling a bit tired... Probably because I was up all night with your mom," he teased in a fake 13-year old boy voice.

They all started laughing except for me. As Jack turned back to the bar to order another beer, Michael looked over at me and I looked away suddenly, forgetting it was okay to stare this time. I was the one who was the most worried about him and it pissed me off like bloody hell because I knew everyone should have been as concerned as I was. He turned away from me and took a sip of his drink, going right back to looking like he was in deep thought.

That night didn't feel a lot like the usual nights I would spend with the Achievement Hunter guys at the bar. Maybe it was because Geoff and Ryan weren't there, or maybe it was because nobody had anything to say. But as Jack started trying to make it less awkward by bringing up topics like the show "Breaking Bad" I immediately got lost in the conversation between my friends just like alcohol always made me do. Soon I found myself laughing my ass off, especially at Michael's jokes like usual. All of them were just amazing that night. But things still didn't feel right.

So I just drank away my worries. I didn't do it much, but I felt like I deserved it that night. I closed my eyes and imagined each swallow was taking away another bad memory I didn't ever want to have. Eventually it was as if I forgot what I was trying to forget in particular, and I just imagined each swallow made me happier. I wasn't sure if I was doing it on purpose, but I also smiled more as I got more and more intoxicated.

I was just so glad to have such awesome friends when I thought about it. I mean as upset as I got sometimes, they were always there for me. I knew them so well. I thought I knew them so well. I thought I knew myself so well.

Once we were drunk enough to barely remember the way home, we decided to call up Geoff. Michael took out his phone and we cracked up as the phone rang.

"Dude, put on a fake voice," Ray suggested.

"Someone tell him we're having an orgy," I said.

"Hello?" Geoff asked as everyone burst out laughing, everyone forgetting the previous ideas. Michael's laugh was the loudest and most easy to pick out of a crowd. "I thought you guys said you were only getting a couple of beers," Geoff groaned in an irritated voice.

"I-I-I we-we-we're fine calm your titties Geoff," Michael stammered, making me start to cry from laughter.

"Stay right there I'm coming to get you," he complained before hanging up the phone.

As we tried to get our shit together, Michael started to stumble past people toward the door. Determined not to lose him I followed after, forgetting about Jack and Ray. I stepped outside and felt the night air on my face. His voice called my name and I savored the moment. I followed after him.

"Hey fuck face watch this!" Michael said as he waved an empty bear bottle around in the air to catch my attention. He had a cheeky grin on his face and one of his eyelids was droopy from the alcohol. A few seconds after he was sure I was looking, he threw his empty beer bottle from his fingers at the side of the bar wall. It made a loud shattering noise and glass spilled everywhere. He giggled and I knew he was even more drunk than me. To others around us, we looked like loons, but to me the moment was all I'd wanted for weeks.

"You're so fucking stupid," I said, sitting with my back up against the brick wall because I was starting to find it hard to stand. He came over and looked down at me. Right then I couln't control my thoughts to make sure none of them were things I didn't want to think about. Thinking about some things meant I couldn't tell anyone ever, which made me feel like I was hiding something. Which I wasn't. He leaned over me, but I couldn't see his face clearly because the blinding moon light was right behind him.