Wha-if rockstars went to boarding school

Chapter 39: Pick or die.

Vince Neil

"Razz. Razzie. Razzle. RAZZLE MOTHERFUCKING DINGLEY!" I yell, throwing my pillow at him. "What Vince?" He asks.

"Lets go get some beer." I reply, standing up and shrugging my coat on. "Okay." He yawns, swinging his legs off the couch. We fell asleep an hour ago, and we're out of alcohol.

"My parents bought me this kickass car." I say, grabbing the keys off of a hook. Razzle stuffs his ever present hat on. "You comin?" I ask. He nods, sliding into my car as I follow to the garage.

We manage to get to the liquor store and buy some beer without getting caught. My fake ID works like a charm. I sit in the parking lot with Razz, both of us downing 6 each.

By now it's getting dark. It's chilly out, so we decide to head home. I get into the car, missing the keyhole a couple of times. My brain is fucked and fogged and I couldn't have a care in the world.

As we drive, we're shouting at each other, playing a vigorous game of Fuck Or Die. "Cyndi Lauper, or Boy George?" I ask, shifting.

"Okay I don't get how this mystery person benefits from my sexual humiliation!" Razzle Dazzle says.

"They just do."

"But why?"

"Okay someone is holding a gun to your head and telling you to fuck one of them or they'll shoot you."

"Why does this person really want me to fuck Cyndi or Boy George?"

"I don't know but you're definitely gonna die if you don't fucking pick."

"Fine. I'd have to go with the Lauper."

"Really?"

"Although boy George probably has more experience in handling a penis." Razzie says.

I slap the steering wheel, staring at him in my booze filled haze. It's taking a couple seconds to catch up.

I look back at the road, and thats when I see headlights barreling in my direction. I try to swerve, but I hit the car anyways. I wasn't buckled, neither was Razzle.

I go flying forward, the steering wheel stopping me from going any farther. Razzle goes sideways. Then I black out.

I wake up a few seconds later, the sound of Razzles voice fading fast. "Vinnie, look at all the lights." He chokes out, his face covered in blood.

I don't see anything but blurry blobs at first. "What lights Razz?"

"All the...all the lights..."

And then I see them. Almost like christmas lights. It's almost christmas. I rest my head back. It hurts. I'm just sore.

"Yeah Razzle, I see em, merry christmas buddy, what do you want for christmas?"

Theres no answer. I crane my neck to look at him, his eyes are dull and cold, life smashed out of them as the blood continues trickling down his face.

"Razzle?"

"Razzle!"

"RAZZLE!"

"RAZZLE RAZZLE SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP MY BUDDY, HE FELL ASLEEP!" I scream, watching as people run to the car.

I'm pulled out of the car, and he is too. "Sir were you injured?" The officer asks. I shake my head, stumbling over the road, trying to follow the stretcher that Razzles lying on.

The lights, which I now know to be sirens, seem to sharpen, as two officers restrain me.

I see two other stretchers, and a smashed up van. "Sir have you had anything to drink tonight?" An officer asks.

"Yeah." I admit.

They perform a breathalyzer test, and I'm arrested once they realize my blood alcohol level is .17, Over the limit.

—-/—-1 hour later————

I drum my fingers on the table. I was brought into an interrogation room. I'm starting to feel the effects, my body feels like someone smashed 1,000 whiskey bottles on me.

My insides feel like they're tearing themselves apart, I can barely move my neck. I feel awful, and not just physically. They won't give me any updates on Razzle or the car that I hit.

They told me that I was being arrested for underage drinking and drunk driving.

An officer walks in.

"Do you know what you did?" He asks me.

I nod. "I crashed." I reply, a lump forming in my throat.

"Yeah not only that, but you killed someone. You killed your passenger Nicholas."