A/N: I really want to thank everyone who submitted a character, both those who got their characters in the story and those who didn't. Without you guys there wouldn't be any story for me to write, and I want to thank you for letting me play with your characters!

Other than that I want to clear up one thing, I'm not British and I'm not good at writing accents. I will try to make the language as British as I can manage to get it, but don't yell/flame me if I use a word only American people would have used... And I'm not going to type out the different accents, but I'm going to state who has special ones like for example an Irish accent.

R&R!

We Are Young

Connor – Part 1

Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter than the sun

We Are Young - Fun

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Connor O'Sullivan looked out of the car window and sighed.

"Get your arse into gear!" his father said to him in a thick accent before he got out of the driver's side of the car.

Connor took one more look at the house before he opened the door and stepped outside in the drizzle. Just as he had stepped out of the car his father threw a bag his way and Connor caught it and slung it over his shoulder. He moved to the trunk of the car and picked up a few boxes.

Then he followed his father the few steps up to the house and waited as his father unlocked the front door and step inside. Connor followed him inside and put down the boxes in the hallway as he started to look around the house.

The ground floor wasn't special at all. It held a small living room, an even smaller kitchen and a toilet plus the stairs that lead upstairs. The first floor was made up of two bedrooms and a bathroom, nothing special there either.

Connor stopped in the hallway and ran a hand though his short brown hair. He missed his room. And he missed his mum.

"That's your room," his father showed him a bit towards the rather small room. "And don't bring any girls here unless I'm not around, don't want listen to you kids moaning and screaming," he said with a small grin.

"Thanks dad," Connor answered sarcastically as he stepped into the room and looked over it.

A single bed pushed against one wall and a desk stood underneath the only window in the room.

He sighed and slumped down on the bed. He let the bag down on the floor and pulled his legs up to his chest.

"Connor, I'm heading out now. Go shopping for groceries," his father more demanded than asked as he walked down the stairs.

Connor waited for the sound of the front door being shut before he moved up from the bed again.

There were a lot of things that had to be taken care of.

He had college in the morning.

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Connor sat down by a table and started to pick in his food.

Up 'till now college had been okay. He had suffered through drama and psychology and after lunch he had English and a free period so he would probably just go home, or try to deal a bit.

He sighed as he thought about the small plastic bags he had hidden in his backpack.

"Hey," he was greeted by the guy who took a seat on the other side of the table.

Conner looked up from his food and took in the looks of the other boy. His ginger hair arranged in spikes, striking green eyes and piercings, one in his eyebrow and several in his ears.

" 'M Harry," he offered before he took a bite of his own chips.

"Connor," he answered the other guy.

"Yeah, we have psychology together," Harry told him with a deep Irish accent.

"Oh yeah, that's right." Truth was he hadn't really paid any attention to anything. He missed his mum, and his friends. He hated his father for having them move, but he had to try and look at the bright side, his father couldn't do anything to his mother while they were here.

"So, you coming to the party at The Digger's tonight?" Harry asked, taking a moment to look up from his food and at Conner.

"The Digger's? Never heard of it," he shrugged.

"You should come!" Harry exclaimed. "Where are you from? You have a thick accent, Dublin?"

"Yeah, I just moved here," Connor explained.

"Cool. My family's from Cork." Harry stuffed some more chips into his mouth. "Hey Leilah! Over here!"

A moment later a girl came towards them, a bit hesitant but she came and sat down next to Harry.

Looking at her, Connor couldn't deny that she was pretty. The first thing he noticed was her eyes, they were grey with maybe just a hint of hazel in them. Her hair was wavy and brown and reached just below her shoulders and she had clean olive skin with just a hint of a few freckles scattered over her cheeks and nose.

"Leilah, this is Connor," Harry motioned to him.

"Hello," she said softly before she started eating her own food.

"I just invited him to come with us to the Digger's, no one will mind, right?"

Leilah shook her head, but didn't look up from her food.

"Great, it's decided then! Meet us by the riverside theatre around 8," Harry declared.

"I guess I'll find it."

"You will," Harry reassured him. "Hey Leilah, we should go. We have computer study in ten."

Harry got up from his seat, stuffing the last few chips into his mouth and Leilah followed his example, getting up from her seat too.

"See ya later!" Harry exclaimed through the chips he was still chewing on.

"Later," Connor mumbled.

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Connor sat down on the stairs in front of the theatre.

He was waiting for Harry and Leilah and whoever they came with.

As he waited for them he pulled up a spliff and lit it. He smoked it and as he was about halfway through it a car pulled up to the theatre.

"Come on mate!" Harry called from the driver's side and one of the passenger's doors was opened.

Connor threw down the spliff and smashed it into the ground with his shoe before he walked up to the car and sat in.

As soon as he closed the door Harry started driving again.

In the backseat along with him sat Leilah and another girl, this one with dirty blonde and glasses, he had only seen in his drama class at college. In the passenger seat in the front sat a blonde boy.

"I'm Lou," the boy presented himself as. "And that's Vivienne, but call her Viv," he pointed at the other girl.

"I'm Connor."

"Nice to meet you," Lou offered before he turned his head so it was focused in front of him again.

"Same," Connor answered. "But where are we going?" he asked.

"The Digger's," Harry answered him.

"What is that?" Connor looked at Leilah but she was busy reading some book or other.

"It's a big manor, in the woods," Lou told. "People go there to party."

"A party in the woods?" He had never been to one of those before.

"Yeah, didn't you party in Dublin?" Harry asked him, giving him a short look before he turned back to look at the road.

"Of course."

"It's probably the same," Harry offered.

Connor rolled his eyes, but didn't bother commenting on it. Instead he chose to look out of the window as they came closer to the edge of the city and started driving on bigger roads and then onto smaller ones again.

"What is this?" Vivienne suddenly asked.

Connor turned to find her holding a small plastic bag with white powder.

"Uh..."

"Coke, probably," Lou answered her. "Where did you find it?"

She blushed a bit now that she had the attention of both Connor and Lou and then Leilah also looked up from her book. "Connor's pocket..." she said and bit her lower lip.

"You have coke?" Harry asked from the front of the car.

Connor nodded slowly, then remembered Harry couldn't see him. "Er... yeah." He ran a hand through his hair. For some reason he didn't want them to know that he was dealing, not that he had a lot of choice and it was for his father.

"Just remember to share a bit," Harry said and flashed a grin before he turned back to the road.

Vivienne gave him the plastic bag again and he pocketed it along with the few others he had taken with him. A party was always the right place to earn some money.

"Are we there soon?" Leilah asked just as Connor saw the first parked car just a distance away.

"We're here," Harry answered.

Some moments later they were all out of the car and Lou led the way up a dirt road. Some hundred yards away a large house, which once had been a manor, come into view. Loud music was blasting out from it and there were teens everywhere. Some drinking or smoking and some dancing even outside.

"Welcome to Bristol," Harry told with a grin, putting one arm around Connor's shoulder and the other around Leilah's shoulder, leading the two of them towards the house.

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Connor eagerly took the money from the boy standing next to him and in return gave him one of the small plastic bags. He only had one left now, and that one he wouldn't sell. It was going to be enjoyed, by him and possibly Harry and the others.

He gave a short nod to the boy and pocketed the money before he took off, leaving the spot and moving to the other end of the room where he had left Vivienne and Lou some minutes before.

As Connor found the couch where he had left the two of them he didn't see them, only two girls making out in their stead.

Maybe they were dancing? He tried to find them through the dancing crowd, but didn't. Instead he found a girl with dark brown eyes and long, dark curly hair who dragged him into the crowd instead and she started moving against his body. In some ways she resembled Leilah. Maybe Bristol wasn't so bad.

As he started dancing too he spotted a tattoo at the nape of her neck.

"Connor!" a voice shouted and a moment later Harry came through the dancing crowd and found him.

"Fuck off!" Connor told him a bit harsh as Harry tried to drag him away.

"Your boyfriend?" the girl asked him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"NO!" he shouted loudly.

Harry rolled his eyes, but turned around. Connor clearly wasn't interested in anything else than the girl at the moment. He started making his way out of the crowd again.

"Go after him," the girl told Connor.

He sighed, but turned around to look at Harry before he turned back to the girl, but she was gone.

Quickly he made his way after Harry.

He didn't catch up with him before they had reached the others. Leilah was sitting in a couch, looking a bit bored, but Connor found he couldn't read her expression really. Vivienne and Lou were sending a bottle of something between themselves and Harry leaned against the wall.

"Left her did you?" he asked in a loud voice, trying to be heard through the loud music.

"She left me! Because of you," Connor said back. "What did you want?"

"This is Claire," Harry said and nodded to the girl by his side, but it didn't really answer his question. "And that is Markus," he gestured towards a boy sitting in the couch with Leilah.

Claire had fair skin and layered brown hair with blue eyes. She looked a bit tired but she was still pretty and she wore a bit of a smirk. Markus on the other hand was dark-skinned and buff with dark hair and eyes.

"Hey," he greeted them.

"So, did you have some coke?"