The Babysitter {Frerard}

*Huh, I thought I was the dominant one.*

We got to the park and Bob was already tipsy having taken sips of the vodka when he thought me and Pete weren't looking. It wasn't a full bottle anyway there was around two thirds of it left when we finally found a tree to sit under.

"Fucking hell, Bryar. Save some for the rest of us." Pete scoffed.

Bob rolled his eyes. "My booze, I never said you could have any anyway. Dipshit." Bobs words were a little slurred but still audible.

"Whatever, pass it over." I said, reaching an arm out to grab the see through bottle.

I took a huge swig and passed it over to Pete. He snatched the bottle greedily out of my hands and began to chug it.

"Woah, easy there. Don't want you to get liver failure before you're even eighteen." I laughed giving Bob a look of concern. He shrugged his shoulders and we both turned to look at Pete.

"Okay, okay. That's enough. I don't want to waste my vodka on you." Bob snatched the bottle back. "Dude! It's nearly empty!"

"Let me finish it!" Pete whined and tried to get the bottle back but ended up falling flat on his face. Luckily for him we were sat on grass so it didn't hurt as much.

"How much money have you got, Iero?" Bob asked, clearly he had been thinking of a plan.

"I have a fifty." I smirked.

His eyes widened. "Pounds!" He nearly yelled.

"Pence." I laughed at him and he sighed and flipped me off.

"I have a tenner so I guess we could use that to buy a couple of beers or something stronger if we walked to the shop near your house." Bob suggested.

Great. That shop was right next to Mr Way's house so I could easily get to him for our little get together tonight.

"Sounds good, but what about the drunken emo mess?" I gestured towards Pete. Bob sighed.

"We could leave him here. It's not like he's going to get up and run away. He'd probably fall over after a few steps. He'll be like spongebob when he forgot how to tie his shoes." Bob laughed at himself.

"You're a spongebob fan, huh?" I smirked.

"Fuck off, Iero." He scowled.

I sighed. "There's no way I'm leaving him here in that state."

Pete was passed out. He has never been able to hold his drink.

"What are we going to do?'' Bob sat and thought for a minute.

Wow. The effort that goes into getting teenaged boys alcohol.

I ran a hand through my hair and big my lip, Pete seemed to noticed that and tried to copy. Only, he ended up pulling his hair causing him to bite his lip so hard it started to bleed.

"The fuck did you do that for!?" Bob yelled with a sense of concern under his voice.

"I want to be like him." Pete pointed, hitting my chest with his forearm by accident.

"Why?" I asked.

"'Cuz you're cute and everyone fuckin' loves you." Pete rested his head on my shoulder. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"He's not wrong." Bob agreed.

I groaned. "Shut the fuck up you weenus." I shoved him, trying my best to keep Pete up at the same time.

"Ween- you did not just call me the skin of an elbow!" Bob gasped, pretending to be hurt.

"Stop. We need to find a way to get his drunk ass home." I sighed.