This Is A Wasteland ( Pierce The Veil fanfic )

*Your POV*

I sat there listening to Saz talking about what next steps our band should take while I was shoving chicken nuggets in my face. It was Saturday night and we were all sitting in McDonald's and we had decided a week ago we were going to be serious about this. We want to be a "proper" band, to prove dicks at school we can make it. Saz and I have been friends for about seven years now but I only recently joined her band three months ago. I was snapped out of my thoughts about me and Saz by Toni

"What do you think? I still think we should try for Hopeless"

Shit. What are they talking about?

"Um, I think we should try for all of them..?"

Sorsha started having an argument with Toni about how she was right and Toni was wrong. I've never liked her, she was always too bitchy and too full of herself. But to be honest she probably doesn't like me either, I'm only here because Sofie and Saz wanted me to be here. Toni just doesn't know me well.

"Shut the fuck up oh my fucking god"

Sofie managed to silence screaming Toni and Sorsha. I think she is hungover. All she ever does is drink. So now Sofie is half sleep, Toni and Sorsha are in a bad mood, so now it's just me and Saz bothering to socialize.

"So...try for all of them?"

"Yeah, that way we will have a better chance of getting signed hopefully"

"We need to start properly writing and composing songs"

After going through loads of ideas and themes and shit, we got kicked out of the warmth of McDonald's. Sorsha, Sofie and Toni went their way home. Saz gave me a massive hug, a special one, one she saved especially  for me.

"Maybe, one day we will be touring with our favourited bands"

"Like Pierce The Veil?!" I almost screamed, eyes wide in excitement. Saz laughed.

"Yes, exactly like Pierce The Veil" with that she left me, leaving me to make the lonely journey back home. Well if you can even call it a home. I opened the front door as quietly as I could. I smelt the alcohol as soon as walked in the tiny hallway. I peeped through the gap inbetween the door and its frame. Dad was sleeping on the couch with a bottle of vodka in one hand, a burnt out cigarette in the other. I quickly ran up the stairs dodging the stairs that creaked and ran into my room and locked the door. Safe, for one more night.