Hewo! I confess, I have had absolutely no time to write fics and I had an idea sparked by a newfound favorite song. So bear with me, I'll get to my other fics on my own sweet time. Until then, read, enjoy, and review! This was inspired by "Build God, Then We'll Talk" by Panic! At the Disco. And with that note, BEGIN!

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Disclaimer: I do will forever not own WHR until I around 11:30 at night when I fall asleep and dream that I own it.

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The fire alarm went off again at 2:00 in the morning again. It was a huge shocker, considering the neighbors' constant lust for every drug available to them. Amon had his own fair share of drugs, having been in and out of rehab one or two... or several times. Probably needing to again, seeing that he'd woken up in his friend's room again surrounded by numerous ingredients extremely familiar to him.

"Shit," He mumbled as he picked himself up realizing, it was their room that caused the alarm to go off. Amon swung himself around the corner into the kitchen.

"Dammit!" A young, sandy-blonde haired teen was frantically fanning away the smoke from a pan on the stove filled with some sort of concoction that was probably meant to be food. Amon rubbed his temples.

"Michael," He muttered angrily.

"Yeah?"

"Don't cook." Michael smirked and set his smoke on a pile of empty take-out boxes.

"Midnight cravings. Can't help it."

"Right…" Amon hovered over the smoldering gunk and looked to Michael questioningly. "And this was supposed to be…"

"Pancakes, I think."

"You think?" Amon sighed again and Michael smiled innocently. "Whatever. I gotta get to work." He shuffled to the bedroom.

"I'm still surprised they don't even notice you're a junkie, man." Michael yelled from the kitchen. "I mean you're a lawyer. They're lawyers. Can't they tell?"

"I go in, I do my job, and I leave. No one knows me personally." He replied, buttoning his work shirt.

"You're gonna have to switch jobs soon, ya know. The police are on our trail again."

"Yeah," He pulled on his jacket and stepped towards the door. "I know." He grabbed a can of cologne on a stand by the door and sprayed himself. "See ya tonight."

Michael waved good-bye as he scrubbed the pan and Amon shut the door behind him.

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OMG! Amon's a junkie! Twisted, no?