Sorry for not updating. This chap is worth it. I'm obsessive with my MP3 player right now. So excuse me if this chap is excessively weird. Listening to VIVA LA VIDA by Coldplay. The song is geeeeeenius :D

And there's this other song...the one by Nelly. "It's getting HOT in herrrre?" Ring a bell? Yeah. Haha.

Well, enjoy :)

--Caleb--

"--And I just walked in. He was on the floor and he...I couldn't...I thought..." Her voice trailed off softly as I patted her arm soothingly. I could tell this was hard for her.

"When we got to the hospital, I didn't ask what was wrong. I just wanted him better." A fresh trail of tears came again. "But...then they told me that he had a heart attack. There was some very severe artery blockage." She laughed a little. I looked at her strangely.

Here she was, telling a sad story. And then my mother seems to burst out laughing. She's the only person I know who'll ever do that.

"I told him to lay off all of those burgers and fries. But he just doesn't listen to me! Why doesn't he listen to me?" She collapsed again, her head on my shoulder. I was going to have to wring my shirt to get all the water out.

"It's not your fault." I assured her softly. Poor woman. She's blaming everything on herself.

"Do you want anything to eat?" She shook her head furiously and swapped her hand as if to shoo me out. Then her head collapsed into her hands. The people near us were watching oddly.

I sighed. This was getting to be too much.

I was already trying to cope for when the doctor's came to keep us updated.

This room. This stupid white, blank, empty room was driving me insane. I couldn't just sit here while my father was there. It was too much.

I felt like taking my Mustang for a spin, just to forget everything inside this gloomy building. But I couldn't leave her like this.

I didn't get any food and was heading back to the waiting area when I saw a head.

Reid Garwin was strolling into the hospital looking quite worn out.

This was going to be awkward.

But he seemed to never shut up once he stood next to me. "So...I got you some food. Figured you'd be hungry. You don't have to pay me back. I just figured--" Okay. So he was nervous. And rambling like an idiot.

"Reid!"

"Sorry" His anxious tone abruptly stopped."I don't do hospitals." Well, that wasn't too hard to catch on to. "How you holdin' up?" He asked, patting my back in a manly way. It actually hurt.

"I'm fine."

"Is he okay?" I wasn't sure how to answer that.

"I'm not sure. They haven't really kept us updated." He nodded a little.

And I just recovered from shock.

That was the very first conversation that me and Reid Garwin had that we hadn't tried to kill each other for.

And it wasn't that awkward. Aside from the fact that he'd heard me bawling like a baby on the phone and could possibly use it for blackmail material. Ek. That wasn't good.

"How's your mom?" I shrugged.

"She's been better."

He seemed to leave it at this, nodding.

"Do you need anything else?"

"No...and thanks." He looked at me briefly and nodded, affirmingly.

"It'll turn out fine. Chill the fuck out." I was beginning to wonder why Garwin had such excellent practice at this comfort thing.

I nodded a little. But this conversation was a little too dark for me right now. I tried lightening the mood. "So, how's Calculus coming?"

Reid made a face. I laughed.

"Shut your pansy ass, Danvers." I scowled. He was smirking evilly. "It's so gonna be worth it when we beat fucking Presscott this year." His smirk broadened.

"Hell yeah."

"Did golden boy just say the 'H' word?" He feigned shock. And then started laughing. I punched his arm.

He laughed for a little more and then we caught people looking at us strangely. "It's like a morgue in here." Reid shuddered.

I flinched.

So I wasn't the only one who noticed this depressing hospital.

"Yeah." I nodded sullenly.

"I'm gonna head out. Do you need me to stay?"

"No. But thanks again."

"No problem. Just give me a call if you need anything." Did Reid Garwin just offer to help? This is truly a moment in history. Garwin walked out and waved backwards. "See ya Monday." I nodded. "Be ready for me to kick your ass."

He smirked and chuckled before exiting the building.

That wasn't awkward at all.

Who would've thought?

--Tyler--

Girls are pretty. VERY pretty. Especially the ones with the nice eyes, hot bodies, and short skirts. Hm...yuummmm.

Well, let's flashback, shall we?

I remember walking in and then demanding a drink from Nicky. After that, well, I'm not exactly sure how many I had.

And here I am, sitting and wallowing in self pity.

The song blaring overhead was pretty catchy. It was this weird song about lesbians or something. I kissed a girl and I liked it...

OOOOH. Yay!

Right about now I've realized that I don't like my drunk self. Damn Reid for corrupting me.

I stood shakily and sauntered over to the pool table. There was this really pretty girl blinking at me.

And my drunk self liked it. A lot.

The girl walked over to me and brushed lightly across my arm. Apparently that pulled me out of my daze. I hated girls like this. They were nasty. What the heck was I doing?

I smiled nicely and then walked back towards the pool table, no more distractions.

No one was there. In fact, Nicky's was quite bare right now. And I didn't mean in the sense of the girls and their clothes.

My hands grabbed the table and clenched as I held on tight. I felt like crushing something.

Like Dad.

Yeah, this table was Dad. And I could chop it in half...MUHAHAH!

Woah. Steady Tyler.

And then it hit me.

I ran away from home. I was done.

My parents had nothing over me. I didn't give a crap if they sent the cops for me. Hell, I'd streak for them if I felt like it.

I was now Tyler Simms. My own person.

WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!

That definitely calls for a celebration.

I smirked. "Nicky!"

The big bald man looked annoyed. "Kid, I think you've had enough."

I pouted. "Come ooooon." My words were slurred.

"Hit me!" Some of the employees stared at me weird.

"No." He sounded firm.

Oh, come on old man. Don't make me beg. Yeesh.

"HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!" I was absolutely positive that whatever social life I'd built for myself had dissipated in a few seconds.

Note to self: Drunk Tyler likes to sing old Britney Spears songs. That's a hazard to all human ears.

But at the time it wasn't like I could control it. If I felt like busting out with a pimpin' song then so be it. I was drunk and invincible.

Go me.

Nicky looked appalled as he handed me another shot. "Here. Just stop singing, kid. You're scaring away customers." I shrugged.

Just then, the door to the bar swung open.

Pogue stood on the other side.

He took a seat next to me. And let me tell you, the guy did not look like he was on top of the world. He looked more like Britney Spears...after her life fell apart. Without the big tummy, of course. That would be creepy.

"Life isn't daisies all of the time." And that was the gayest thing I'd ever said to anyone. I'm pretty sure I sounded gay too.

He turned around, finally noticing me. "Tyler? Hey, man. What's up?"

"Why don't you tell me. I don't look half as bad as you."

He nodded. "Family's screwed up."

"I hear ya' man." And I totally did. Family sucked.

"Just remember wise old Gandhi's motto..." I strectched back in the stool. "No violence."

He looked at me weirdly. I think I would've looked at myself weird too. Gandhi? Well, the violence ship has sailed old man. Sorry.

"You are so wasted."

"Yup. Yup. I know."

He laughed. It sounded bland. "I think I'm gonna join you."

"Please do."

At the time, I hadn't realized that this could be the biggest mistake of my life.

After a few drinks, Pogue was just as bad as me. At least he held it down better than I did.

"...So, he calls like everything is A-freaking okay." The drink sloshed in Pogue's hand. I nodded, although I think it was more of a head roll.

"And before he was just gone. Kapoot. He's just not allowed to do that, you know?"

"Yeah." I paused. "My folks are too busy with their own lives to realize I exist. At least my dad is."

By now, both of us were at our own table with our feet propped up.

"It's like they don't realize you until there's something wrong."

"Exactly."

I groaned. I needed more of that pretty brown stuff.

"Pogue..." He threw it to me.

I paused, giggling. "I just found a nickname for you."

"Shoot."

I laughed again. "PO! You know, like that freaky alien thing. From the tellytubby show or whatever."

His eyes widened. "Wasn't that thing gay?"

I paused. "Quite frankly, I'm not sure."

"Are you calling me gay?" His voice sounded firm, yet playful. I guess that's what happens when you're drunk beyond imagination.

"Yup."

"Well, you're a baby."

WHAT? "How is there any correlation between babies and aliens?"

We both looked at each other. "Alien babies?" Pogue asked.

I shrugged. Interesting thought.

To say the night was interesting was the biggest understatement of my life.

--Reid--

Okay, so that comforting thing takes a lot of effort. I was freaking tired.

I guess I should call one of the guys or something.

By guys I meant Pogue and Tyler. Well, they were the only people Caleb me and both sorta talked to.

I dialed and waited. Pogue didn't pick up.

And then Ty. But he didn't pick up either. How freaking efficient.

Well, I was pooped. I needed to let loose.

I smirked and pressed down on the accelerator harder.

Nicky's.

So...good? I expected this chap to be longer, but I want the story to be longer. So the chap is cut at a decent place.

...Review? Please? They're very appreciated.

Aren't drunk PO and TY entertaining?