Chapter 1: It's the End of the World
Paring: Nick/Luke
Rating: Teen (for now)
Luke was getting tired, he had been working all day and late into the night. Business at the coffee shop, was slow, slower than it normally seemed. Nick didn't even come in for lunch. Which with a day like he had, Nick's smiling face would had improved it. His boss riding his ass the whole time, no time for even a 5 minute break.
When he finally was able to get home, things were quiet. The only sound he heard was the static of their cheap television. Luke moved into the living room, to find Nick passed out, drunk on the sofa. Luke shocked his head as he sits down in front of the sofa. He flipped though the channels, mindlessly. He was tired but yet with a day like this, he just wanted to relax and forget. The television did little for him, but Nick's snoring helped more than ever. A familiar sound, a comforting sound. He closed his eyes and breath in and out. The world seemed quiet and at peace for the moment. A few minutes passed and Luke stood up and left Nick be. He headed off to bed and fell asleep. The last peaceful night, he will ever have.
Nick slammed Luke's door open. "Luukkee….." His voice was slurred as he fell against the door frame. "Lukie! TV…world…end….big boom! Boooooooosshhh!" He stumbles into the room, making exploding noises. Luke groans as he rubbed his eyes, unamused. "Nick….you're drunk. Go back to bed." "Shut up! Luke! Come seeee!" Before Luke could object Nick pulled him out of bed and down the stairs. Luke huffed and pulled his arm away. "What the hell, Nick?!" Nick pushed Luke out the door. Luke stumbled and fell onto his hands and knees. "NICK! What the hell?" "Look!" Nick pointed out and Luke stared in shocked. Chaos was before his eyes, flames, people attacking other people, biting them. "We are fucked man." Nick ran his hands though his hair. "Pack your stuff Nick. Pack what you only need, okay?" "What?" "Do as I say, Nick. We gotta get out of here."
15 minutes later and the both of them had a small duffel bag. Luke more prepare than Nick. Luke packed a first aid kit, a pair of outfits, food, water, the like. While Nick well in his drunk state pack beer, junk food, useless stuff. Luke was anything but happy about that, but there was nothing he could do about that. Since Nick was anything but capable to drive, Luke had to drive. Luke drank a quick cup of coffee before he could do such a thing. Nick was waiting eagerly in the car, bouncing in his seat. Luke glared at him. "You didn't just do what I thought you did. Did you?" "What? I'm totally pumped and ready to go." "Nick! You stink! This is not the right time to do such a thing." "Fuck! Maann..the world's ending. Who cares if I get high one last time?" "Nick…." Luke shocked his head. "I need you with a clear head, shit head. Last time you are doing this shit. " "Yeah that's the point. To get high and not worry about this shit." Luke face palmed but at this point. It was to late to stop him. "Go to sleep, Nick. Sober the fuck up and then we will talk. " Luke just couldn't deal with Nick when he got like this. Destroying his body and mind, over stupid things. Pete will hear about this soon enough and smack sense into him.
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It begins, more will come in the next few days. Bet a lot of people wouldn't like how Nick is but that will be explain next chapter promise. To me, Nick seems to become addicted easily to things. True we don't see him in a drug situation, because there probably aren't a lot of drugs two and a half years into the Apocalypse or that he is winged off of the stuff from lack of it. Which yes will be explode here.