Hunger and Highs (BEING REWRITTEN)

Six- Withdrawal

//edited\\

~Tyler~

"I'm so fucking full." I said as we walked down the sidewalk. He simply chuckled. "And you ate twice as much as I did and you still aren't full. How the hell do you stay so thin?" I asked with a grin.

"That, my friend, is called weed. I think someone said it burns calories or some shit. I don't know, but I guess it does."

"It also kills brains cells."

"Noted." I laughed quietly as we walked side by side. I looked over at him and noticed that he was wearing old, ripped skinny jeans that were faded, an old black t-shirt that hung loosely on his body, and his hair was well overdue for a hair cut. His vans were also nearly falling apart. "I need a fucking hair cut, it's been like three years feels like." He said and I chuckled.

"There's a little plaza right down the road. We can stop and get you one real quick if you want." I said, remembering that there was a little shopping center that had lots of cool shops and salons. He shook his head.

"Nah, I can't afford that shit. I spent all my money on drugs." He answered, clearly not at all private about his drug habit. "Sorry, I usually only talk to Brendon about my drugs so I didn't think to censor myself." He said with a snort.

"I don't care, I just don't want you to buy anymore of that shit. And I'll pay for your hair cut since you paid for the Taco Bell." I said and he grumbled. I smiled. "Well come on then! We gotta go so that they have time." I said and began dragging him towards the shopping area. He didn't put up much of a fight but he did stare down at our locked hands with his eyebrows furrowed. I seen our destination coming closer and closer into eyesight.

"Dude, this place is like one of those expensive shopping centers." He said and I rolled my eyes. He stopped, making me yank his arm a bit roughly in the process. "I'm not going into one of those places. It costs like fifty bucks for a trim. It's ridiculous." I rolled my eyes again and pulled out my wallet, making his eyes widen when I showed him the contents.

"Calm the fuck down. I get three hundred dollars a fucking week for allowance. I've saved up for like six months so my bank account is good. Plus, even if I didn't have all of that saved I'd still do it because you need it a hell of a lot more than I do."

"So is that what I am to you? A fucking charity case?" He snapped and I nearly dropped my wallet at his outburst. My eyes were wide because I was honestly frightened. "So what that guy said back there was true? I'm just another kid for you to help so you look good? A publicity stunt? You know you couldn't have picked a better person to use, because I'm one fucked up kid-"

"Josh shut the fuck up." I said sternly. He stopped and seemed a bit shocked at my change in attitude. I was surprised by it too, if I was telling the truth. "I'm not helping you to get publicity. I don't even need that. I'm helping you, because I want to and I don't know what made you think that I would even remotely think of using you as a charity case, but it's wrong so push it way out of your mind." I was practically shaking at this point.

"Oh don't act so fucking naive!" He exclaimed. "Everyone that has money, everyone that lives outside of the projects thinks that they're above people like me!" He stated as if it were the most obvious thing. "And your little friends? They treat people like me, and Brendon, like shit. Except for Dallon, he's a good guy." He stated a little more quietly.

"I didn't know they treated you so horribly." I said calmly. I felt myself get angry at the people I called my friends. "Now that we've covered that and I am extremely pissed off, can we please get going before the entire block closes for the night?" I asked and he took a deep breath and nodded. We walked in silence for about thirty seconds before he spoke.