"Cheers, mate."
Their bottles hit with a sharp sound, and moments later Pogue jerked his head back to take a long swig of his beer. He exhaled loudly afterwards, grinning over at Tyler.
"Good shit." He said.
Tyler nodded in agreement absent-mindedly and took a sip. It tasted like water, but worse. He stared down at the content of his brown bottle, and at then back up at the dozens of classmates drinking the same thing. The purpose of it all was lost on him, until a buxom blonde danced by him, spilling her drink, and took off her shirt.
"Jesus Christ." He whispered as she staggered towards an unsuspecting male and latched onto him. Soon he knew she would be throwing up all the alcohol, purging her system and all the scum she inhaled by kissing all the men at the party.
Not much of a party, anyways. Just the smoke from drugs, lights from the strobes and alcohol by the buckets. Bodies gyrating in the dark, oblivious of everything around them.
A joint was passed around close to him. He ignored it, and weaved through the crowd to try and find a familiar face. Pogue had gone off with Kate, Caleb with Sarah and Reid, celebrating his one-month anniversary of monogamy, with Anastasia.
Tyler walked by Aaron and a few other of his classmates from Spencer. Then, after dropping his half empty bottle of beer in an open garbage can, saw Caleb and Sarah in a tight embrace. His heart skipped a beat and he spun around to avoid them. But everywhere he looked there seemed to be more couples, more kissing and more girls with long, pale hair.
"Gah."
He grabbed a shot glass from the hands of a guy that was already drunk enough, and downed the burning liquid in one gulp. He coughed a few times afterwards, but still, eyes watering, searched for another glass of liquor to drown his sorrow.
He found one. He down one, two, three, but it just got worse.
I died because of you!!
"SHUT UP!" He screeched. A few heads turned his way but almost nobody noticed over the loud music. He stifled a sob, and straightened up.
He kept trying, although he had realized long ago, maybe the moment she died, that he was never going to forget Madeline Sparrow, and that her ghost was going to keep haunting him for the rest of his life.
If the Sons of Ipswich had never kept secrets from each other, the death of Madeline Sparrow had made it so that suddenly they felt the need to.
Reid wouldn't admit that he sometimes felt like ceasing his sympathetic act and start screaming at Tyler that if he didn't stop moaning about his deceased one true love he will make it his business to stick those stupid roses he kept dropping off at her tree up in a place where Tyler would regret not removing the thorns.
Caleb never spoke of the immense relief he felt when he saw Maddie crumple like a puppet whose strings were cut. Nor of the lack of guilt he displayed now for thinking such things.
Pogue sometimes wished that the four of them were less egocentric and would band together like they used to when they first had their powers, or at least stop calling themselves a group since they really weren't anymore.
And Tyler casually forgot to mention where he went at night, and what unethical subjects he researched at the library. Such as resurrection. And on the nights like these when he couldn't bear to sneak into the building past midnight he would go and try to forget, still.
The alcohol wouldn't stay in his system, and as soon as his buzz had happened it was gone again, and he was lucid again. And everywhere he looked he would see Maddie, and he would like to tell her to die in peace, please, and leave him alone. Or then just simply come back if she loved him so much.
Yayyyy sequel. I know nothing has happened much, but things will, believe me. Just keep on reviewing!! Oh, and i'd like to point out that i do not encourage teenage drinking at all. But, as we all know, boys will be boys.