Fucked up

He was laying silently in his bed, waiting for his bandmates to show up.
They were about to go out but the lead guitarist had close to no spirit to go out. He felt like shit, even if he just got back his best friend after a long time. He hated that he didn't noticed the young ukranian's intentions, that he believed in him and grew to like him so fast.
The others were mostly angry rather than sad. They kept their distance in fear that they would be left again. And they weren't half as heartbroken as the curly haired guitarist.
His thoughts were cut short when James burst into his room with a wide smile on his face.
"Up and go,Bruce." shouted the drummer with a bit too much enthusiasm, and he grabbed Ben's leg and pulled him off the bed.
"Fuck off. I regret giving you a key to my house." grumbled the fallen man from the floor, then slowly: ignoring James' help he stood up to get ready.
"Ummm, Ben?" asked the taller man a bit nervously, waiting for the other to turn to him.
"Now comes the part that you admit you are deadly in love with me?" asked sarcastically the older man" but he was still with his back to the drummer.
"Where is Danny?"ignored the younger male the idiotic question, and looked really concerned.
Ben's shoulders tensed, he slowly faced the blonde and looked at him questioningly.
"He should've come to here thirty minutes ago."
The guitarist's face was inbeetwen anger and disappointment.
"I'm gonna call him." he left the room in a hurry, and James only heard the muffled cursing and his friend's hand colliding with the wall to calm himself.
"He didn't pick up the phone, I left him a message." And with that he grabbed his belongings and hurried out of the flat.

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Danny was stumbling on the street not knowing where he was at that exact moment.
He was so confused, and lost in his feelings. He tried but it was like he didn't understand his bandmates anymore. Likehe was talking to Ben and he didn't hear a word he said.
He was feeling so left out, so he ran.
A nice, cozy bar was the place he found for some cheering up drink, but he got intoxicated and now he didn't know where he was. He disappointed everyone again, and mostly his bestfriend. The street was already dark, most of the shops closed. Nobody walked on that street, the loneliness made him feel even more nauseus than he already was. Danny supported himself on a parking car, as the world started to dance around him again. He wasn't prepared for the wave of sickness that hit him, and he emptied his stomach next to the vehicle his hand was trying to holding onto.
Then he took a step back and collided with a smaller body. He lost his balance and fell on his ass from the surprise.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Asked a soft voice and he looked up to meet with a pair of hazel eyes. He didn't know what to answer and he felt the unconciousness circling his mind. The last thing he could mutter out was 'nothing is okay'.

The owner of the hazel eyes looked at the now passed out man on the sidewalk. Then she grabbed him and tried him get into the small coffee shop behind them. She was the owner of the place and she was about to close when she saw the wobbling man outside.
She struggled the man upstairs into her flat when she heard a phone ringing.
When the man was already laying on her sofa, she decided to pick up his phone that was ringing again. Wow this James wasn't giving up.
"Hello?" She said into the phone, and she met with the angriest voice ever shouting at her.
"Danny you fucking disgrace...Wait you are not Danny."
"No shit Sherlock. I am Ronnie. I guess Danny is the drunk idiot I found in front of my shop."
"Fuck how much he could drink? Fucking shit."
"First of all hold back the cursing, second of all I don't have a clue, but please collect him in the morning."
"Okay, and thank you, if i could go i would right now."
"It's okay if he doesn't throws up on my floor, then he can stay."
"Thanks again. Meet you in the morning." He forced out a laugh, and ended the call.
Ronnie just shaked her head, then she left a glass of water on the coffee table in front of the couch for the man to find in the morning. And a bucket of course.

James was looking at Ben in the dark, as he was laying on the bed so deeply asleep he was murmuring in his sleep.
"You fucking idiots." Sighed deeply the drummer, leaving the room to make his place on the sofa. He was so annoyed by his two band mates, Ben was afraid he will get disappointed by his best mate and Danny was afraid he will disappoint Ben. They were going in circles it was tiring to even watch. And James was afraid for the guitarist he was fucked over twice in a short time. And he wasn't so punk rock as he advertised everywhere. He was still a naive and gold hearted boy.
He heard a loud groan from the room then the soft noises of feet padding on the wooden floor. He closed his eyes he didnt wanted to deal with Ben right now. Then he felt the sofa dip next to him and a smaller body tried to nest himself on the small edge of the furniture.
"Don't leave me alone. " and as soon as the other's head hit his arm he was asleep again. And James was left alone in a situation he lived through millions of times after Danny and Dennis as well. So he just pulled the smaller male closer from the edge and fell asleep as well.