Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are
borrowed from the TV show "Home Improvement". I own no characters except
for Matt. No money is being made from this story. Any resemblance of a
character in this story to any real person living or dead is purely
coincidental. Likewise, any resemblance between an organisation depicted in
this story and any such actual organisation is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 5
Brad hopped out of his car and started to walk inside the house. As he opened the front door he saw that all the lights were off and that everyone had gone to bed. He was grateful that he didn't have to explain anything tonight. He walked up to the room he use to share with Randy. Now it was his own. It was funny, when Randy was there, he couldn't wait for him to get a new room, now he kinda missed him. Brad walked up to his room and shut the door.
He turned on his light and looked over towards his bed. Randy stared back at him. "What do you want?" Brad said, taking off his shirt and shoes.
He was unable to look Randy in the eye. "To help you. Brad, I am sorry I blew you off. Really. Just listen to me. Were you serious about what you said?" Randy said, shutting his eyes, hoping that that way he couldn't hear the answer he was dreading.
"Yeah, I was serious. But umm.... Don't worry, OK? I can handle it." Brad said, now standing in his boxers.
"How long? What have you taken?" Randy asked, hoping Brad would answer. "I said I could handle it. Just forget I ever told you anything, OK? I should never have mentioned it. You haven't told mom and dad have you?"
"No. Brad, just answer me. How long?"
"Almost 12 months." Brad said, looking at the ground. "Why didn't you tell me?" Randy said, shutting his eyes.
"What was it?"
Brad paused, deciding whether to trust him or not. "Umm...speed, at first, then umm, coke, E, crush. I...I....I even injected a few weeks ago."
Brad sat down on the chair in his room, and looked at Randy. "I have a problem man. You can't tell Mom and Dad. Or Mark."
"Brad..." Brad looked at him with these pleading eyes he use to get when he asked Randy to do his homework. "OK, fine. But, you need to deal with this. And I need you to stop taking them."
"I promise. Thankyou so much Randy. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou. I swear I won't." Brad said looking Randy in the eye. He had been so worried about Randy blabbing to his parents, and he honestly believed he wouldn't - unless he found out that he had no intention of stopping the partying. He knew he had a problem, but hey, he was having fun wasn't he? Wasn't he?
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK? NEXT CHAPTER IS A FLASHBACK. PLEASE R/R.
Authors note: I know it takes me a while to update on this story but I am in the middle of others, which receive more reviews so... REVIEW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE. OK? OH, AND THANKYOU FOR THE REVIEWS ALREADY RECEIVED.
Chapter 5
Brad hopped out of his car and started to walk inside the house. As he opened the front door he saw that all the lights were off and that everyone had gone to bed. He was grateful that he didn't have to explain anything tonight. He walked up to the room he use to share with Randy. Now it was his own. It was funny, when Randy was there, he couldn't wait for him to get a new room, now he kinda missed him. Brad walked up to his room and shut the door.
He turned on his light and looked over towards his bed. Randy stared back at him. "What do you want?" Brad said, taking off his shirt and shoes.
He was unable to look Randy in the eye. "To help you. Brad, I am sorry I blew you off. Really. Just listen to me. Were you serious about what you said?" Randy said, shutting his eyes, hoping that that way he couldn't hear the answer he was dreading.
"Yeah, I was serious. But umm.... Don't worry, OK? I can handle it." Brad said, now standing in his boxers.
"How long? What have you taken?" Randy asked, hoping Brad would answer. "I said I could handle it. Just forget I ever told you anything, OK? I should never have mentioned it. You haven't told mom and dad have you?"
"No. Brad, just answer me. How long?"
"Almost 12 months." Brad said, looking at the ground. "Why didn't you tell me?" Randy said, shutting his eyes.
"What was it?"
Brad paused, deciding whether to trust him or not. "Umm...speed, at first, then umm, coke, E, crush. I...I....I even injected a few weeks ago."
Brad sat down on the chair in his room, and looked at Randy. "I have a problem man. You can't tell Mom and Dad. Or Mark."
"Brad..." Brad looked at him with these pleading eyes he use to get when he asked Randy to do his homework. "OK, fine. But, you need to deal with this. And I need you to stop taking them."
"I promise. Thankyou so much Randy. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou. I swear I won't." Brad said looking Randy in the eye. He had been so worried about Randy blabbing to his parents, and he honestly believed he wouldn't - unless he found out that he had no intention of stopping the partying. He knew he had a problem, but hey, he was having fun wasn't he? Wasn't he?
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK? NEXT CHAPTER IS A FLASHBACK. PLEASE R/R.