It was close to 10:00 am and I decided to be kind and take the old friend out to eat, it seemed like he didn't eat anyway. It was kind of humbling knowing he's going through what I went through, possibly worse. But it was depressing at the same time. He's got no friends, no purpose, no band, no happiness. I've got a dog back at home, but he just has his addictions that he feeds into alone. The man also must not shower at all, because his stench just filled my car when he stepped in and sat in his baggy coat and his shaggy long hair pulled back in a ponytail.
It was pouring rain out, the single droplets splatting against the windsheild and grouping together on the sides of the road as we drove throughout the streets of California. Strange weather for Cali in May though. I had an idea where to take him, where we used to go every once in a while on a weeknight. The old diner that had cracked tiled floor and cheap burgers.
Some of the booze must've worn off on him, because he seemed yet more awake and aware of what was going on. Upon his nose hung his old glasses that he's had for at least eight years, the same expression too. It's strange, all of a sudden it's like nothing has changed. The nostalgia was eating me inside out. This is all so cheesy, but I don't care. I actually want him better. Was that too much to ask?
Both of us pulled in the parking lot, hopping out of the car and walking into the diner. Max reached out and grabbed my hand, drugged memories pouring back into my mind.
I held onto his jacket as we left the house, us stumbling, numbed by the poison. The bright lights coming from the building were distant, blurred. Max opened the back door of the small van that was used to go around the US with, pushing themselves inside the empty place. I laid on the ground, effortlessly kissing his lips.
The tight situation in my jeans was too much for him as he undoes my belt, I gently shove my tounge in his mouth as he roughly continues sliding off my pants. I caress the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and grasping his shoulders. He slips mine off too, bare skin touching and causing friction.
I moved my lips down to his neck, tenderly sucking on his collar bone. Broken moans escape from his mouth, as mine trails down his chest and to the top of his pants, that I take off quickly as well as the boy's underwear. He's on his stomach now, rubbing his back carefully I thrust into him quickly.
Before we knew it, it was over. His fingers were entangled in mine, leaving that imprint of his hand in mine forever.
"Ronnie." Max nudged me, as we sat in the booth of the diner and the waitress towered over us. "Oh" I said, returning to real life. I ordered what I usually got six years ago, as did Max.
"So, er, How have you been?" I awkwardly questioned him as he pushed his glasses back on his face. "Good" he lied. "I dated this one chick then she cheated on me, I got kicked from Escape The Fate, and I grew my eyebrows back. What about you, Radke?"
I put my hands behind my head and leaned back in the booth, placing my shoes by him on the seat across from myself. "Normal. I've been clean for years and I have a dog that I love and a friend I work out with." Damn, I sound like a douche bag. Max nodded, arching forward and playing with the salt shaker.
"How was touring with Craig Fag- I mean Mabbitt.?" I caught myself, I honestly need to let shit go. Maybe he did them good. Just maybe.
"Fine. Until he got drunk or high. Then that was a nightmare..." He drifted off until the waitress returned with the food and cut his words. "I don't really want to talk about it here." Max mumbled, as he untied his hair and let it fall infront of his eyes. Before he did, I noticed built up tears.
What had he done?