Alright, new project. I know I shouldn't get new things until finishing mine but I couldn't help it. xD
Oh well, hope you enjoy. :3
As usual, originally for the Kink Meme.

I was listening to Jamie Cullum's "Please don't stop the music" while writing, hence the title. ~

Heiwajima Shizuo didn't care much for bars or any parties as it is. He is much more an introvert guy and would rather stay on his own. Even around his family, since his parents were just as close to winning a "best parents award" as Shizuo was to win an Oscar. Meaning, never. Shizuo was not meant to be an actor, for he was way too honest with his feelings and himself, on that note. He might not be the smartest guy but unlike many people, he could understand what matters the most, which means he had a simple, albeit complex, way of seeing life. He didn't care about genetics and how people could be affected by its modifications. He didn't care about enormous mathematics equations and much less about things beyond what he could see, like cells and atoms. Above all, people had to live well and be happy. Happy for the things they have and it they don't feel fine about them, they should simply chance. He liked many simple things in life, like the contrast between tree branches and leaves with the blue sky.

This way, even from a distance, he was always looking out for others well being. That's why he would take long strolls around the city after school. So this way he could sit down on a bench at the park and watch the children playing and laughing. He actually enjoyed that, he noted smiling sadly; at least they had a normal childhood, unlike his own. The sky was getting darker and darker, so he figured he had to go home soon. He had no rush so he walked slowly, only stopping when he was face to face with the front door.

He was never sure of what could happen when that door was crossed. Some nights were calm, almost like they were a happy and normal family. But others were so disturbing he didn't even like to remember them. But he didn't have a choice, so he opened the front door, walking in. Most lights were off but Shizuo knew better. He walked towards the kitchen hearing voices. His heartbeat was loud against his ears; the uncertainty of the next moment always drove him crazy.

It looked fine. But Kasuka's eyes told him otherwise. He had a meaningful connection with his little brother that unlike him chose to hide all his feelings behind a serene expression. But all too soon, that false peaceful situation was broken just as much as that glass bowl that his mother threw at his father. Shizuo sometimes wondered why they just didn't divorce or something. He was so scared of those crises, always so scared… Since he was a little boy.

All those experiences led to an unbelieving Shizuo. After all, if not even his parents could be together happily as a couple, maybe no one could. So the blond had never felt love towards another one and that was partially why he preferred to be alone.

Another scream ripped him out of his thoughts and he ran. He needed to get out of that place and quickly. He felt sorry for leaving Kasuka behind but he couldn't take it anymore. He ran as long as his legs could take him and he found himself in the middle of the city. He barely registered his father calling his name. He was panting when he saw a group of boys around his age going into a bar. No, he hated bars. But at least he had his wallet and mobile phone with him and right now, anything would be better than going back.

He had no idea, though, that tonight things were start to change. Tonight, the night he ran from his home to get his problems away from him, something would change, and not only on him.

People never think how much their actions will influence on the future. Shizuo never thought that everything on his life could change just by meeting one person… That boy that was sitting alone on the counter.

Shizuo's phone buzzed against inside of his pocket and he got it, looking at the screen. It read "Dad". For a brief moment, Shizuo asked himself what was he doing and so he turned his back to the bar walking away. He should go home. Curious, he decided to hear the voice mail he had just got from his father but as soon as he heard the first words, he changed his mind, putting his mobile on silent mode and walking into the bar.

The music inside was louder than on the outside, though that was an obvious fact, still Shizuo was somewhat glad that you could still talk to someone without screaming to one another. He walked over to the counter sitting on one of the high benches. A few places to his left was a lone black haired boy while to his right, there was a group of boys and girls talking and laughing. Shizuo was pulled out from his daydreaming by the barman's voice.

"Want a drink?"

The blond looked at him. He was a regular guy, older than him and a bit overweight. Shizuo wasn't much into drinks but he figured he should do it since he wanted to escape from his life tonight. The problem was that he wasn't fond of bitter drinks at all and also, he had no idea of what drinks were named after. He asked shyly.

"Do you have anything sweet?"

"Sweet? Yeah, sure."

The barman chuckled, making Shizuo feel out of place and embarrassed. While the man started preparing his drink he glanced around to see if anyone was watching. The group didn't seem to even notice he was there but on the other side, his eyes met red ones and he felt his cheeks warming up. Damn, that black haired boy was watching everything.

In a moment there was a glass in front of him and it had a pinkish color. The blond got it, taking a sip and immediately relaxing as he felt the familiar taste of strawberry. He actually really enjoyed that drink.

"Sweet enough for 'ya?" The barman was looking at him with a small mocking smile at his face.

"Yeah." Shizuo answered feeling better just by having this nice cocktail to enjoy. The barman walked off, laughing a bit and the blond frowned. Curiously, he looked over to the boy to his left but as soon as their eyes met again he turned away. The boy was still looking at him. He was actually curious to know who that boy was but it's not like he had the courage to walk over and start a conversation. He was quietly finishing his drink when the barman prepared another one for him with a sly smile. He was about to take the first sip when he noted some movement on his peripheral vision and turned his head, surprised to see that boy sitting next to him.

"Careful with those. They may be sweet, but alcoholic nonetheless."