That's right, A new fanfiction. This chapter's a little short but its going to get better :)
Leo P.O.V
The pounding music of the club bounced around in my head as if it rattles through my bones and thumped in sync with my heart beat. I couldn't remember how many shots I had but it was more that I had intended. But still as I ordered another shot of whiskey, I frowned on the bar stool and absorbed the beat of the music and the smell of sweat that surrounded me. I couldn't get drunk or so it seemed. I was probably already way past my limit but it didn't matter how much my legs shook or my hands trembled, the fuzz that clouded my head still hadn't come so I decided to give it a rest and finally go home. It was a rough day but that was to say the least. My girlfriend Calypso had moved to an entirely different state that seemed half a world away. I was majoring in Engineering at collage and between the constant studying and the part-time job I had, there was no time left in the day for eating, never mind visiting your girlfriend. We- she decided that we should end it, save each other the pain of trying to cling onto what we had.
I stepped out into the cold November air, my senses numbed from the whiskey in my blood. It wasn't long before I heard a voice, loud and dunken from around the corner.
"I'MMM GOINGGG TO SWING FROM THE CHANDLIERRRR." He sang obviously drunk, I stepped around the corner to find him, a vodka bottle disguised with a paper bag clutched in his hand. In the dim light of the streetlamps above us, I could see what he was wearing but barely.
He couldn't have been older than 21 maybe about the same age as me. His hair was black and mattered while his skin was pale from sickness. He looked like he could have been Italian but it was difficult to tell. He was dressed in mostly black from his top to his jeans while his converse were spoiled with vomit and god knows what. He bent double and emptied another load onto the sideway and narrowly missing is already soiled shoes. I walked over cautiously and patted him on the back and slipped the bottle from his grip.
"That's enough for tonight Kid." I said softly.
"No!" He roared at me while he turned back around and tried to throw a punch at me.
"Kid, you can't even throw a punch never less walk straight let me help you home."
He reached for the bottle again and kept screaming at me. I sighed
"Okay, that's enough. What could possibly make you want to drink this shit anyways? I bet you have class tomorrow. What are you going to do then?"
He looked at me confused and hurt, his dark brown eyes became wet and red with tears. Before long, he was crying pretty hard. He was saying something but it was hard to make out considering that he was wailing too.
"Kid, you're going to have to slow down jeez. You're not five anymore."
"Stop calling me kid. My name is Nico." He growled at me once more his tears suddenly stopping.
"Okay then Nico, I'm taking you back to mine to get your shit sorted. You can stay the night but if you dare vomit on my couch I swear to god I will kill you."
"Fair enough" He agreed.
And so, he hooked his arm over my neck while I helped him to my house. I kept flashing glances at him to find out who he was and why he was so determined in drinking so much. I know I;m not a role model but at least I had a reason. I could begin to see the little details that I hadn't noticed on my first glance. Like the Skull ring on his left hand and the silver cross around his neck. He had serious bags under his eyes and tattoos of ravens on the back of his neck that just poked out from under his collar. But what I noticed most were the pale white lines that covered his arms and wrists and for the first time today, I wondered if this kid had it worse than me.