That evening before Andy left, he had informed his parents that he was going out with the guys, when what he was really doing was going out to a party to get himself drunk; otherwise known as forgetting about his problems temporarily.
When he entered the house of someone he knew, but hadn't talked to for years, he went straight to the table with vodka on it.
Two hours later, he was drunker than he'd ever been and had talked to, danced with and gotten a girl's number whom he didn't even know, or even if he did, remember the name of.
He remembered the words of his parents every time he left the house since he was a kid: "Always call us to come get you if you need us, at all."
Andy surveyed his surroundings the best he could through his blurred, shaky vision. People were dancing and drinking, all people whose faces Andy didn't recognize. Pop music was blaring so loud he almost couldn't hear his own thoughts, but just quiet enough so that he knew he didn't belong there.
Before anxiety set it, he excused himself from the bar and stumbled to the front door, opening it and feeling a rush of cool air open up his lungs and welcome him outside from inside the stuffy, crowded apartment filled with poison.
After that, all Andy remembered was throwing up what was a mix of the little bit of a snack he had had earlier, and a whole bunch of vodka, and his parents rescuing him from the hell that was a party, and falling asleep in his bed dreaming of a better life.
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Cheater (a Scandy fanfic)
عاطفية"I will await, dear. A patient of eternity, my crush." The tears began to fall. And then really came, pouring like a flood. And then a painful and angry scream pierced the empty air, begging for the love that it once felt again. *PG-13 for MILD la...
