Let's Get One Thing Straight: I'm Not [boyxboy sequel]

Let's Get One Thing Straight: I'm Not {22}

Sorryyy! School's back so this chapter is messy and shitty and blahhh. Too much homework to let me write all the time -____-

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                “Fucking pumped!” Noah cheered as we sat in his car on the way to the concert. Owen’s dad was letting him go and Pierce’s dad had reluctantly agreed to let him go. My parents were worried about my arm but I promised them I would try to avoid the mosh pit.

                “Noah Hottie, watch your language!” his dad snapped. Noah blushed a little. “Sorry dad. I’m just excited.” “Being excited doesn’t give you permission to use that kind of nasty language!”

                Noah rolled his eyes when his dad was focusing on driving and turned to face us in the backseat. I was excited too. I loved Alesana.

                We talked in the car until Noah’s dad dropped us off. We told him we’d call when we needed to go before heading into the venue. We were all excited now. Nason grabbed my hand and I smiled at him eagerly.

                Eventually, the band came on and we all cheered as they started playing songs from The Emptiness. Noah and Owen ended up in the mosh pit.

                “Can’t risk getting my ear ripped back open,” Pierce said to me with a sigh as we moved to the edge of the pit. So instead, we actually managed to stay out of the pit and just enjoy the band. Nason didn’t seem to mind not being in the pit.

                By the time the show was over, we managed to find Noah and Owen again. Noah grinned at us. “That was fucking awesome! Come on guys; we can’t just let the night end like that!” he cried in excitement.

                “My dad’s friends with a guy who owns a bar down here. Maybe we can get some drinks,” Owen said with a shrug.

                We walked down to the bar and Owen managed to convince his dad’s friend to slip us some drinks. We made our way to a quiet park and sat down on the grass under a large tree.

                Well, I’m not gonna lie. We did end up smoking weed (courtesy of Pierce) and just enjoying ourselves. I didn’t usually smoke weed, but, hell, tonight was supposed to be fun. Might as well make the most of it.

                We drank, smoked weed, blasted music off our iPods, and just had a damn good time. I don’t really know what happened, but I ended up waking up in my bed with a furious headache.

                I sat up slowly and gripped my head, trying to remember the night before. I remembered us managing to get a hold of more drinks and…yep, that’s about it.

                I got up and slowly made my way downstairs. “MAXWELL RICARDO QUINCY!” my mom shrieked as soon as she saw me. I winced as my head started pounding more. “HOW DARE YOU DRINK AND DO DRUGS LIKE THAT!” she yelled. “WE TRUST YOU MAX!” She was starting to cry now.

                I had told them the other 2 times I had done drugs. They had caught me drunk only once. I was honest with my parents, even when it came to things like that. I would tell them if I had a drink at a party and they would just remind me how bad it was but be grateful that I wasn’t drunk or high.

                “Max, I don’t like Pierce. He’s a terrible influence. Maybe it’s wrong of me to blame his father. But, someone has to put Pierce in his place and that’s usually a parent’s job. The other times you did drugs, you were with him. The time you got drunk, you were with him. When you go to parties with him, you tend to be more likely to have a beer,” dad said, trying desperately to stay calm as mom cried.