Hero (skriplo/diplo/skrillex)

Chapter 4

(Wesley pov)

I woke up on my bedroom floor. I tried to sit up but there was a pounding pain in my head. "Hangover?" I said to myself. I blinked a little, bringing my vision to. I looked around and saw empty bottles of alcohol everywhere. i could say im pretty addicted to alcohol. after my parents disowned me for being Bi it kinda just started there. my mom and dad were the ones who didnt care what i drank or did. clearing my thoughts
I struggled to my feet and walked over to the nightstand finding a bottle of water.
Then I remembered.
Sonny.
I glanced over and seen him also passed out on the floor. I walked over; picked him up and layed him in the bed not too far from the dj equipment. He was so light..

I glanced at the time. It was 5 in the morning. I remember nothing.

I cleaned up my room a little and went to the kitchen to get some more water.

(Sonnys pov)

I shuffled a little a groaned. I was in so much pain. Definitely a hangover. I kinda remember hitting up his bar in the back of his basement with him and some other guys. I combed my hair in place with my fingers and stepped out of the room to look for him. I heard his voice and followed it.

"Hey," he said, leaning up against the counter. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked as he drank pickle juice out of the jar.

"It helps with hangovers. How the hell are you walking straight?"
"I DJ and go to school with bastards. I drink a lot, this hangover is nothing," I said shrugging it off. i left out the part of the fact i tend to be drunk so often im basically sober; i have a killer alcohol addiction... "I didn't know about the pickle juice thing though. Let me have some," I said. He slid me the jar.
I sipped some and it was oddly refreshing. But at the same time, I just wanted more alcohol. I hadn't done something like that in so long. "I think we should take a break for awhile. but we really do need to restock. im pretty sure some of my buddies had came over and it was basically a whole party."
"Haha, mindreader. But I should check my phone my mom might be wondering where I am."

I went back downstairs and grabbed my phone to see like 20 missed calls. "Fuck..."
I called her.
It rang a few times... And then:
"SONNY JOHN MOORE WHERE ARE YOU COME HOME THIS INSTANT!"
"M-mom im-"
"I DONT CARE YOU SKIPPED SCHOOL AND DIDNT EVEN COME HOME!"
"Ok, mom I'm sorry but... I'm with a friend is fine. I'm safe."
She sighed angrily.
"Ok... Fine... FINE. If you're with a friend I guess that's fine." and she hung up.
And then she called back.
"if you dont come home soon i will have the police come find you." and she hung up. well thats just great... i was really enjoying myself here and i dont want to leave.
Time to tell wes.

"So uh, wes... My mom is pissed. she really wants me home in less than a day."

"really? damn, man that sucks. its really nice having you around."

"yeah i really enjoy being here." i said glancing out the window, rain lightly falling outside.

we sat in silence for a few moments until wes broke it.

"so how long has derrel been fucking with you at school?" he asked.

"ever since i was in middle school." i said fiddling with my hands.

"really? jesus... and your mom doesnt know?"

"nope... i never told anyone about it until highschool. the only ones who know about it are sirah and dillon."

"have they tried to help?"

"well when dillon was still in school yeah he was helping a lot. but then after he graduated hes been super busy with shows. he also lives on the other side of downtown LA now."

wes seemed really concerned for me, i could see it in his eyes.

"you know why i had to start going to your school?" he said, not making eye contact.

"why?"

"for beating up people like derrel. this kid named justin kept fucking with my friends, trying to kill them basically. i would always beat the crap out of him. eventually i broke his wrist and his nose and thats when i had to transfer..."

i stared in astonishment. "theres no way!"

"hell yeah... i dont really like it when people bully like that. even though to others i seem like a bully because im always fighting people. reporting someone just doesnt work these days unless you got law enforcement involved or something, but i dont have time for something like that. so i just fight to help people instead of doing the old fashion way."

i was amazed. that seemed so brave, and also different. its so rare to find someone like that; someone that will actually help people instead of just standing at the sidelines.

"thats so cool wes.. ive never really met anyone like that before."

"well you have now. you want my number dude? we so have to stay in contact when we cant see each other."

"oh yeah, sure."

we exchanged our numbers, and then thats when i started getting my stuff together before my mom would start calling my phone again.

"you sure you want to go home?"

"yeah... i really dont like it when my mom gets worried like that. shes the only parental figure i really have. my dad is the head of this science thing, and he basically lives there since its so far away."

"is in here in LA?"

"nope, its in san Fransisco. i havent seen him in 2 years because he is so dedicated to his job."

"damn, that really sucks dude." wes said grabbing the keys off the counter.

"alright dude, i think its time we get you home. i dont want your mom getting mad at me haha."

"oh she wont, dont worry. the moment she sees me shes going to be the happiest person youve ever seen."