From fame to college. (Tyson Ritter/Brendon urie fanfiction)

Chapter 5.

"This song is so old!" hunter chimed, skidding around my kitchen in his socks to Justin timberlake dance with me. I grinned as he did so, but I didn't seem to mean it as much as I usually did.

It was 8.45 and I was still thinking about yesterday. Neither me or hunter had a lesson until 10.30. And to make matters worse, it was science with my favourite teacher ever. Cooper Urie. The joys.

"So how we going to kill time?" Hunter asked once he was finished dicking about. I merely shrugged.

"Case? "

"Hm?"

"What's wrong?" he raised a slit eyebrow. His hands were on my knees as I sat on the counter.

"It's stressful with-"

"Don't pull that one on me. You may fool Tyson for now, but not me. " This kid wasn't taking any shit. I shrugged.

"Franco, I'm your best friend. You know you can trust me right? "

"Yes Hunter. " I felt five again. Sat there, hunched shoulders and answering in a whiny but understanding voice.

"So what is it?" he urged. Not to be nosey, but because he cared. I slid from the side and looked out of the kitchen window which overlooked my front drive.

"Case?"

"Tyson?"

"Now we're getting some-"

"No. Tyson. " I pointed out of the window to a bewildered dark haired guy. We looked to each other before rushing outside to where Tyson was laid on the floor in a puddle of his own sick.

"Tyson, what's this?" I turned him over and out of the putrid smelling liquid (and solid). His eyes were unfocused completely, even when he spoke.

"It's not good being me. "

Hunter raised another, this time concerned, eyebrow at me before hooking his arms under Tyson's. I grabbed his legs and we managed to get him into the living room.

"Thanks got the kids have school. " Hunter muttered in disapproval. I shot him a look and he went into the kitchen to get water.

"Tyson? wake up. " I lightly slapped his face as his eyes rolled back "Ty-"

Before i could say another syllable, Hunter more than enjoyed interrupting by tipping the glass of water onto Tysons clammy face.

"Whaaaat! " He woke, startled. He stared at me for a second, wide eyed, and then to Hunter before collapsing back to the pillow.

"You are aware we have college in-" I checked my watch " in just over an hour? "

"I'm aware, miss Franco. " He giggled like a five year old.

"Well, hello Jamie. " I muttered under my breath. Hunter looked at me with a displeased expression. God, great. Now Hunter disliked, if not hated, Tyson...

Tyson looked up at me with a confused glimmer in his cerulean coloured eyes.

"Jamie's your sister? " He slurred more than spoke. I slapped his pointing finger away.

"I'm aware, Mr Ritter. " I mocked, getting up from my uncomfortable crouch. I pushed past Hunter as i went into the kitchen.

Was this all because we didn't.. kiss? I'm pretty down about it, but not enough to pour a stinging bottle of liquid down my throat undiluted. I glanced to the beer my dad still kept underneath the kitchen bar. He was an alcoholic just after the.. Accident. I've always wanted to throw them away, but i was too scared it would fuel him again. His job is too important. To him and us.