Fun, Young Hearts

Blur.

I sit on my bed for a while, shaking a little, maybe it's the anger? I need to get this out of my system, I shouldn't, but I can't stand it. I feel so stupid, angry, upset, vulnerable. I hate it, his words get to me everytime and I let them. I walk down stairs to the kitchen to get a drink. In the fridge sits a bottle of water and a bottle of Jack, I glance at the water, then the Jack, at the water again. I shrug my shoulders and grab the bottle of Jack, taking a swig out of the bottle before pouring it over some ice in a glass.

"You feeling alright Bren?" Tyler's voice appears from behind me, I didn't even know he was there.

"Uh, yeah yeah I'm fine"

"Are you sure?" I answer him with a look before quickly throwing the drink down my throat, then pouring myself another.

"You're home early"

"What's this? An interigation?"

"No I jus-" he stops mid sentence when he sees me putting on a jacket. "Where you going?"

"Out" I pat him on the shoulder, grab my keys off of the kitchen island and leave. I don't know why I got my keys because I decide to walk around for a while instead. After a twenty minute walk I get to the underground club where Josh and Tyler usually play. I can hear a slight beat coming from it, it sounds familiar, it vibrates in my  feet each step I take. I walk around to the back entrance and fight the doors open. They're heavy rustic iron doors so it takes a good few minutes. Once I get the doors open the music is more clearer, I can hear words and a familiar voice. I walk down the spiral concrete steps, the music getting louder, the posters on the walls advertising 'Mindless Self Indulgence' I knew it! I knew I recognised the music  I walk under an arch into a concrete hall with a stage at the end of it. There's only a few other people here as the band is just rehearsing. I sit at the bar to order a drink, the bottle I walked here with is now empty.

"Mr. Urie" He speaks in a fake posh British accent, shaking my shoulders, before standing next to me at the bar. I turn to see Jimmy standing there, with his bright pink hair in spikes, he gestures the tender for two more drinks. I smirk at him.

"I thought I heard filth, should've known it was you guys" I joke, my words slurring from the effects of alcohol.

"You love it" he replies, I scoff, throwing another drink down my throat and requesting another. "What the fuck is wrong with you anyway?"

"Wrong nothing"

"How much you had to drink?"

"A bottle on the way and few of these" I shake my empty glass at the tender, expecting him to give me another. Jimmy gives me a look that's just 'yeah right'. In all fairness it's not like the bottle of Jack was full when I took it out of the fridge.

"...Aand yet nothings wrong, who are you kidding?" He walks away, gesturing me to follow, I do so. We go into a small room, sort of like a dressing room. There's a sofa where a few of his friends are sitting, lost in the world of gaming.  We sit at a small table and he hands me a bottle from a cooler on the floor.

"You let me buy like 5 drinks from the bar without telling me you have loads anyway? C'mon man!"

"He did the same to me" Another familiar voice I hear, also from behind me. I look back to see Mikey Way standing there before jumping up and hugging him. "It's been months! Thought you'd forgot about us, you know, working at that Private School and all" he jokes.

"He had to keep up appearances" Jimmy adds, pulling a credit card out of his pocket.

"So how's teaching going anyway?" Mikey asks.