Fall Out Boy saved me

Friends with the enemy

(Hello my lovely readers! This is where things are gonna start picking up, so make sure to vote and share the story if you like where this is going. TW: Drugs, language, and drinking)

Trevor's POV:
"I want this filth out of my hotel immediately!" I shout at a maid throwing a magazine at her. It's a stupid tabloid magazine with a picture of Eli and his drummer boyfriend on the cover of it. "Who even reads Alternative Press?" I say angrily.

"I do!" Judy says taking the magazine from the maid. "Daddy said I could since I'm going to help run this place someday." I give her a dirty look and she glares right back at me. She knows that it's the oldest son in the family who will take over the family business, but she still insists that she'll inherit the role. It's a nice fantasy, who am I to ruin it for her?

"Now now children let's stop with the yelling alright? Mommy's got a headache," Mother tells us waking into the kitchen. Technically it's the hotel's kitchen, but there is a private seating area for our family to sit at when we eat together. Without saying a word, a waitress brings her a cup of chamomile tea with a slice of lemon.

"Your mother's right kids, let's just settle down and have some breakfast okay?" Father says cheerfully taking his place next to mother. I roll my eyes, but oblige. As soon as we're seated waitresses and cooks surround us, ready to make whatever we want. I just get my usual egg white omelette with white truffle and feta cheese with a side of fruit. Father tells us his story about golfing with Tiger Woods this morning, but I'm only half listening.

I'm focused on how Eli Marvel, the spaz, the faggot, the freak is now on the cover of a magazine. I have been in dozens of magazines for golfing and business, but that's because I'm a winner. Eli is the definition of a loser.

"Trevor did you hear your sister?" Father questions me. I look at him blankly and Judy laughs at me. "Uh is your ego plugging up your ears? I said Samuel called me and wanted to go driving with you today."

"Why did he call you?" I ask with my mouth full.

"Because he used to have a crush on me in high school, plus if I recall clearly you changed your number to avoid him," she tells me.

"I'll ask Preston if he's alright with it," I say swallowing a piece of watermelon.

*Later on in the day*

"Yeah man Samuel wants to hang with us again." I tell Preston as he snorts the white substance on the table. "Maybe we should let him."

Preston leans back in his chair and inhales sharply "Why the fuck would we do that?" Preston is easily irritated when he's high on this stuff. He's edgy and a thousand times more of an impulsive brute.

"It might be fun to be a trio again, plus there's no one holding him back this time." Preston hands me a rolled up twenty dollar bill, but I decided against snorting today. I need a clear mind when I see Sam again.

"Fine, call him." He finishes the last line and leans back and stares unblinking at the ceiling as metal music blasts through my speakers.

I finally dial Sam's phone number and invite him to the speedway. He sounds excited to be out with us, but why? Doesn't he think he's too good to kick it with us anymore?

"We pick him up at 2, so you better not go into comatose before then," I tell Preston bluntly. He mumbles something as he lays with his eyes closed on my sofa. I better give him a few hours to sleep it off.

Thankfully Preston is cooperative when I pull up to Samuel's house. He is still scowling about hanging out with Sam, but he'll do what I say.

Samuel looks different. We haven't seen him since we quit baseball. More tired with longer unkept hair and a beard. "Sup guys?" he greets getting into the back seat of my Benz. I nod my head and Preston just types on his phone.

The drive to the speedway is silent except some house music playing over my speakers. It's after we get fitted for our racing suits and are changing in the dressing room that I finally speak up.

"Okay Sam, no bullshit. Why did you want to hang out with us out of the blue? I interrogate. Samuel slips his race jacket on before looking back up at me.

"Just needed the company I guess," he shrugs.

"So that's it? We're just the back up when your other friends are gone?" Preston says angrily pointing a finger into Samuel's chest.

"Preston chill out man why so vicious?" I pull him back and stare down Samuel. "It's gonna take a whole fucking lot for is to trust you again, so you gotta prove you're the Samuel we actually want to party with," I reason.

Samuel doesn't even hesitate when he takes out his phone and shows us pictures of a naked girl who obviously wasn't his girlfriend.

"I cheated on Amy. She doesn't know. It happened so fast at a club," he says almost apologetically, but we could tell that he didn't regret it.

"What about snow?" questions Preston. Samuel shakes his head and sucks in his lips. "Haven't touched the stuff since high school. I'm not gonna do it again." I could tell Samuel was uncomfortable talking about it, so I decided to stop the questions.

"Let's get out to the track guys." I pick up my helmet and lead the way out to the track. As the instructor talks to Samuel about the rules and safety regulations I pull Preston aside and have my own conversation with him.

"Dude he fucking cheated on Amy, that's fucking bad man. He's high school Samuel for sure. Breaking rules and breaking hearts." I study Preston's face which shows doubt.

"So he cheated on his girl and has obviously been hitting the bottle more because his friends are gone. What does that make him?"

"Uh vulnerable?"

"That's right! He's gonna start using again for sure! As soon as he breaks down he's gonna be snorting like it's his job!" Preston says excitedly.

"Hey boys, are you gonna race me or am I just gonna take first place by forfeit?" Samuel calls from his car interrupting us.

"Man let's just race and take him to some clubs afterwards. The whole nine yards. Drinks, girls, and the good shit. See if he's really down to party." I reason with Preston. His face lights up and we share a look before getting into our own race cars at the starting line.

Shit's about to go down.

(Author's note: Crap I'm late! Sorry! New one will be posted in an hour as an apology for the late chapter)