Fall Out Boy saved me

Like Revenge?

(TW: Language, drinking, drug use, violence)

Trevor's POV:
"Trevor, Preston move your asses! Vanessa and Tamara are waiting in the lobby for two dapper gentlemen this evening!" Samuel yells at us from outside the room. He hasn't been sleeping around, but the guy drinks like a fish.

He's drunk already and the night hasn't even started. He's loosened up since he started hanging out with us again. For the past month it's just been going to parties and drinking. He won't touch coke though, I guess he knows how hard it was for him to quit the stuff.

This is the third night in a row we're going out. This time to a high end wild yacht party.

*Fast forward to the party*

Preston snorts in a private room with some visiting rich frat boys from Europe. While I have a drink on deck with Samuel as slutty girls wink at us and bite their lips hoping we'll notice them.

"Hey Trev, I just wanted to let you know that you're really cool man. You got everything going for you and you're actually a cool guy when you're not trying to be a jerk," he tells me taking a swig if beer.

"Glad you finally noticed," I tell him clinking my bottle against his.

He looks deep in though as he stares off into the distance. "So tell me something man, why do you hang out with Preston? I mean he's a bad influence. He bribes his way through school and does all these drugs. It's not you."

"I guess you don't know me that well then." I scoff.

"Come on, don't tell me you actually like snorting that shit? Don't you remember what it did to me?" He sounds sincere and serious.

"Yeah Sam, I'm sorry it got that bad." I look down and back at his face to let him know I'm not bullshitting.

"I don't know, My parents would still kill me if they knew."

We talk deeply for a good twenty minutes until Preston busts out of them room higher than a kite. "Let's go boys! Daddy needs to lay down some good pipe!" He grabs the nearest broad next to him and makes out with her. She giggles and leads him into one of the cabins below deck. Samuel and I roll our eyes and keep reminiscing about the past.

When we get home it's about 1:30 in the morning. I was sober enough to drop Samuel home and get Preston and myself back to my estate in one piece. As soon as we get out of the car a familiar looking girl tries to run at me but security holds her back.

"I want you two to stop taking Samuel to all these parties! I'm so sick of taking care of him when he's hungover! Why can't you guys do normal things that don't involve destroying yourselves?" Amy screeches at me from behind the security gate.

I glare at security. They know that nobody talks to me that way. They bow their heads in embarrassment when the head security guard speaks up.

"I'm sorry Sir, but she insisted on waiting for you to arrive," he tells me. I decide to shrug off my anger and invite Amy to talk inside the gate. I'll just have him fired tomorrow.

"You better not be letting Samuel near cocaine! You know what he's been through!" she continues to yell at me. Preston just leans against my car  watching us and smokes a cigarette in amusement.