RoadTrip oneshots: reader

| Andy | Sober |

Breathe.

In and out.

I can do this.

I lift my arm and knock on the door. I can hear the beat of the music along with the shouts of the people inside.

In and out.

I hear a voice getting louder and louder until the door swings open.

"Finally, I thought you weren't gonna show." Brook stands opposite me leaning in the door frame, red cup clutched one hand and his vape in the other.

"Sorry, just took me a bit longer than planned to sort myself out."

"It's fine." He smiles at me, knowing what I meant.

"Well I see you didn't wait for me." I say, gesturing to the cup in his hand.

"Would you have waited for me?" He asks, laughing slightly.

"Nah probably not." I say smiling.

Just then, Sonny stumbles past, grabbing onto Brook.

"Brooky." He slurs out as he drops to his knees, unable to stand anymore.

"Looks like I've got some catching up to do."

"Yeah looks like it." Brook says, looking down at Sonny, a shy smile forming on his face as Sonny wraps his arms around his waist.

I step past them and make my way into the house. I can feel the vibrations of the music and the heat from the people surrounding me. I'm pushed into the wall as a couple barge their way past.

I make my way into the kitchen, letting out a sigh of relief when I see a friendly face.

"Hey you came." Jack grins as he opens his arms.

"Yeah I did." I say relaxing in the hug, the anxiety slowly beginning to fade away.

"I see you've come prepared too." He says, nodding towards the bottle clutched in my right hand.

"Well yeah, I'm not gonna bring juice to a party am I?"

"Fair enough, let's get you a cup then." He turns around and grabs a red plastic cup, passing it to me.

"Thanks." I say, placing it on the work top as I unscrew the lid on the bottle, filling the cup halfway.

"Jack you couldn't give us a hand could ya?" We turn to see Brook, staggering slightly as Sonny leans onto him, one arm draped over Brooks shoulders. "I think it's time this one went to bed."

"Yeah sure." He says placing his drink down on the side. "Sorry." He says as he turns around.

"It's fine, I think bed is probably the best place for him." I smile, watching as Jack goes to stand on the other side of Sonny, pulling his other arm around his shoulders.

Staggering slightly, they turn around and make their way through the crowd of people. I bring my cup up to my lips, letting the warmth of the dark amber liquid coat my mouth, burning my throat as I swallow. When my cup's empty, I refill it. I take a deep breath as I face the crowd of people in front of me. I take a step forward, then another and another.