Trouble Times 4 {On Hold, Again. Sorry.}

"Parties Are Fun, Aren't They?" ~ Chapter 29

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Prompt: they go to a party smoke, and drink.

Xavier's p.o.v.

Okay, let me just came out and say, I'M BORED! I've never been this bored. Like I'd rather be fighting with one of my brothers, or even Chrissy! Just something to keep me busy. Everyone is basically out doing whatever. I can't even be bothered to remember where everyone is. Guess what I'm doing? Sitting on my bed, bored to death! I slammed my face into a pillow. "UGGGHHHHH!" I screamed in frustration then lifted my head up again to breathe.

"You okay?" Jacky asked, as he leaned on the door frame.

"I'm so bored!" I told him.

"Well, that sucks." Jacky said with a shrug.

"What about you?" I asked noticing he was twirling his keys in his hand. "Where are you going?"

Jacky smiled. "I am going to a party."

"Lucky!" I whined.

"Yup. Only problem is trying to convince our Dad's." Jacky said.

"Can I go?" I asked.

"Sure." Jacky said with another shrug added.

"Really?" I questioned.

"We have to bond somehow, right?" Jacky smiled. "Get ready." He said before walking away. I smiled and got ready as Jacky went to try and convince our Dads to let us go. I dressed in a loose Falling In Reverse shirt and baggy jeans because unlike the rest of my family who all wear skinny jeans and tight shirts, I wear baggy stuff. I don't know it's more comfortable and I guess I'm just different. I fixed my red hair and applied some eyeliner. I like wearing eyeliner. Granted, it doesn't do much for my boring brown eyes. I went downstairs and I heard Ron and Jacky's conversation.

"Jacky, I said no!" Ron raised his voice.

"Please! Dad, I'm so bored I have nothing to do." Jacky pleaded.

Ron sighed out of fustrasion. "Why would you take your baby brother to a party where there are drugs and alcohol?"

"Because-" Jacky thought for a moment. "-because you always say you want us to start bonding soooooo- I'll keep him safe. No booze, or drugs for us. We'll be clean. Promise. And I'll get home before curfew!" Jacky explained. Pretty convincing if you ask me.

"Fine. Be back before curfew. No alcohol, or drugs." Ron said. Then added, "So help me God if I smell alcohol on your breath, or find out something more." He warned.

Jacky gasped. "Thank you! Thank you!" I smiled and made myself seen, before he could give me the same spiel, I told him, "I know." Then thanked our Dad before we left.

Soon we arrived at the party. The drive was nice. We listened to a mixed variety of artists at full volume, singing/rapping the words the whole time. We walked to the door and before we could knock someone opened the door. "Hey, Jacky! Man, you came." A guy smiled. "And uh, who's the cutie?" He asked, looking at me from head to toe.