Babe, It's Gonna be a Revolution (Coming Soon)

Booze, Dancing and Reforming Opinions?

Dedicating this chapter to MusicIsSanity because his comment really made me want to put this one out. So hopefully you'll like it :D

It was silent that night, Niall noticed. He couldn’t hear the usual sound of the fluttering of the occasional passing of bats, nor did he hear the walking of the stray cats prowling in the night. He didn’t sense the buzzing and the life moving about outside, just the blankness of the dark encapsulating the dusk. But that wasn’t the only thing that was silent, Niall’s head was silent, it wasn’t buzzing, it wasn’t flooding with images, the mere fact that he paid too much attention to the details of his backyard proved it, the fact that he was so hyper aware of everything was evidence enough to the mediocrity  of his thoughts. To tell the truth Niall’s life wasn’t all that exciting, he lived in the suburbs life around here revolved around cheating scandals, soccer moms and the amount of corruption present in the events committee of the local parish. Niall did not care for any of the trivialities that life presented him - everything was too idiotic and mundane to partake in. Niall could die in the middle of the day and he still wouldn’t care what happened to his body, he just didn’t give a damn.

Niall’s childhood wasn’t unbelievably dull, he had loving parents and an extremely boring school life, and he had his friends with the play dates, establishing a lunch table, juvenile betrayals and just the right amount of rough housing. But aside from friends Niall did not really commence in social endeavors, he never joined any sports, he claimed that he was too uncoordinated, he never ran for student government either; apparently the notion of playing fake and nice to everyone did not interest him in the leas, nor did he join any kind of arts program or theatre group or band or choir, he reasoned that he wanted to stab them all whenever some theatre folk would randomly talk to him about his opinion about who would be the best person to play Danny Zuko for that year’s production of Grease, or some choir guy would ask him who he thinks they should cover for that year’s competition. Needless to say Niall wasn’t a very sociable person, on the other hand though Niall was incredibly smart, and he proved this through his ability to garner A’s for subjects he actually cared about while performing mediocrely for subjects he did not care for. Though his life was extremely dull and uneventful his parents did not seem to care about his sanity, because Niall was doing everything perfectly and it drove him nuts, he got the grade and he behaved well so apparent lack of interest in life did not mean anything anymore. It wasn’t like Niall’s parents didn’t care, they just couldn’t find something that was abnormal, because Niall portrayed the perfect life, so much so that they couldn’t find the lack of life within his eyes, the lack of purpose in his daily existence as he traversed his years with each step going into the oblivious direction of nonexistence.

So here he was appreciating the sights and sounds of the world as he basked in his self-created boredom, he backtracked at the things he could do.

Homework is done

Ate dinner

Checked all social sites

Talked with mom and dad

Watched TV (Not that there was anything bearable to watch)

Took a nap

Everything finished, he was left to huff in his completed night at a record breaking, he peers at his watch and grunts in disbelief, it was only 8 in the evening and he was about to shoot something out of boredom. Then he remembered that afternoon during lunch with his friends, Sean, his oldest and most bearable friend, had mentioned this party which was happening in the one popular kids house that night and was inviting everyone in their table, Niall being the very sociable person that he was declined the offer and offered the excuse that he had something that night (of course every invite would always lead to something that night for Niall) and told all of them to have fun. But evaluating his current situation doing going to his very first party sounded very appealing, so gathering all his willpower and social tact, he snatched his phone from his bedside table and dialed Sean’s number. A few rings later and the familiar deep voice of Sean filled Niall’s ears.