I am skipping a bit of time, because the story has thus far been 1 day, and then another day a year and a half later... and already is 9,000 words... At this rate, they will be respectively 7 and 15 years old forever... So... I'm going to be moving time a lot faster from now on. (At this point in the story, Toki is 13, and Skwisgaar is 21.)

I only wrote this because I got another review. :) Thank you, dethklokfan1, for your review, and I hope you and anyone else who is reading this is enjoying it.

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It had been 6 years since Skwisgaar and Toki had run away from their homes; Skwisgaar had become the star guitar player of a band comprised of Olof, Gustaf, and himself. Toki begged to be let into the band, but none of the three would let him, claiming that being in a band was not for kids. Fans could be very brutal and dangerous, and it would not be appropriate or safe for a boy Toki's age to be part of a band. However, it seemed that they were over-reacting, to a slight degree, as their band was not as popular as they led on. Of course Skwisgaar was astounding at the guitar, but because all three of the band members were guitarists, Gustaf had to play guitar while singing, occasionally leading to a minor mistake during a show, and Olof, being the least musically inclined guitar-wise, took up drums, as it seemed that all good bands had a drummer. However, though it could not be said that Olof was a poor drummer, it could easily be said that he was no better than any other aspiring musician. Their band played occasionally, and made enough money for Skwisgaar, Toki, Olof, and Gustaf to rent two bedroom apartment. Skwisgaar recognized that he surpassed his band mates, and hoped one day the right person would be in the audience, to hear him, and set him up with a band whose skill matched his own.

Though the situation of the band was not completely desireable to Skwisgaar, Toki rather enjoyed the benefits. Because Olof no longer used his guitar, he had given it to Toki, for him to "play with it." Toki, of course, when Skwisgaar, Olof, and Gustaf went off somewhere and left him alone in the apartment, played the guitar, teaching himself, quite effeciently, how to play it correctly. It was by no means easy. He didn't have any music to read, and didn't know how to read it even if he had; he merely hit random notes until it sounded right. In roughly six years, he was rather proud of how far he had come. However proud he may have been, he did not even bother telling Skwisgaar or his band mates how good he had gotten, and refrained from playing when they were around. If they wouldn't let him in their band, he would eventually form a band of his own, and not let them in it.

Of course Toki did not always just stay home when Skwisgaar and his band went out. Often he would sit in the pub, or wherever they were playing, with the audience, and listen to their show. The pubs would not serve him alcohol, but he was allowed to remain during the shows. Tonight Skwisgaar and his band were doing a show in a pub where they had held many shows before. Toki, whose innocence and charm the waitresses and waiters had fallen in love with, sat at the bar, talking to the waiter who served drinks to the older men and women around him.

"Can't yous give me just a one drink of alcohols?" Toki begged.

"You know I cannot do that, Toki," the waiter said, shaking his head, "I could get fired for doing that."

"But I won't tellsanyone!" Toki pleaded, "Everyone else gets drunk alls the time! Here," Toki said, pushing his soda toward the man, "Just put in theres, just a little bits of rum. Little bits, just?"

"Toki..." the waiter began, "I'm not giving you alcohol. It would be irresponsible," he said, as Toki pouted, "But when you are older, I'll be glad to offer you a little bit of free rum in your soda, okay? How that?"

"Nots good at all," Toki said, sighing, "Dis so boring in here. Just sit here, doings nothings... Stupid soda ands stupid Skwisgaar with his stupid bands. I'm gonna go home," he said, sliding off the bar stool, and then muttering under his breath, "Go home and gets drunk."

"What'd you say?" the waiter asked him.

"I said I's going home," Toki said, "Goings sleep."

"You want me to tell Skwisgaar that you went home then?" the waiter asked, "I'd let you go tell him, but he's in the middle of his show and all."

"Whatever," Toki responded, "I goes home all de time at de shows. He knows that."

"Alright," the waiter said, as Toki walked toward the exit, "Good night."

"Good night," Tokisaid back to him, and walked outside.

The apartment building was not far from the pub, so he didn't need to flag down a taxi. He simply walked a few blocks down the sidewalk, where the apartment building stood. He walked inside, and took the stairs instead of the elevator, up to their apartment. He went straight to the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of Skwisgaar's alcohol, which he had told Toki "nevers to touch unders no circumstances." He went into his room, and drank the alcohol quickly, as this particular kind had a very strong taste which he didn't particularly care for.

He practiced on Olof's old guitar, but quickly began to feel the effects of the alcohol. He felt tipsy at first. It was fun to try to do things, such as walking. He stumbled about, laughing. Playing the guitar was also fun, because he tried to hit one note, but would hit an entirely different one. Because he was having so much fun with this, he decided to drink another bottle of alcohol. He drank this one quickly as well. Soon, the full affect of the alcohol was present, and his situation was becoming rather aggravating instead of fun. He found it difficult to stand, let alone walk or play the guitar. He stumbled into the front room, thinking that he might just sit down for a while, and try to watch the television, since it was so difficult to do anything else. However, before he made it to the chair, he felt as though he might throw up, and then felt dizzy, like he might pass out. He laid down on the floor, and didn't remember falling asleep, passing out, or anything else, but he certainly wasn't awake.

Skwisgaar returned home, to check on Toki, while Olof and Gustaf stayed out quite late, drinking at the pub. When he opened the door he was surprised to see Toki asleep on the floor.

"Toki?" he asked, walking up to him and kneeling down, shaking him by the shoulder, "What's yous doing asleeps on de floors?"

Toki opened his eyes and looked up at Skwisgaar, and was instantly afraid that he would be angry with him for drinking his alcohol. "I was just... goings to watch the televisions, on the floors... because..." he began, "I was tired though... so I falls asleep in the floors..."

Skwisgaar knew the smell of alcohol, and Toki presently reeked of it, "You's been drinkings alcohols, Toki?"

"No," Toki said, his eyes growing bigger.

"You's has no needs to lies to me, Toki," Skwisgaar said, "Ifs yous wants to gets drunks, I lets yous. Buts yous, I thinks might have drinks a little bits too much... Sleepings on de floors. You feels okays?"

Toki narrowed his eyes at Skwisgaar. He wasn't angry with him? "I's okay," Toki answered, "I do thinks I might throws up."

Skwisgaar pulled Toki to his feet and led him into the bathroom. "Ifs yous ever wants to get drunks, just tells me, and we's can gets drunks. But yous gots to be carefuls. You drinks too much, and den you gets sick. Throws up."

"I knows," Toki said, as he felt the urge to vomit, "I think I's going to throws up everywheres."

Skwisgaar held back Toki's hair, as the younger threw up, several times as expected, "I guess dis is will bees a lesson," Toki said, feeling quite awful, "I nots drinks as much of de alcohol in the future."

"Dats woulds be a good ideas, I thinks," Skwisgaar said, as Toki vomitted again. For the next few hours Skwisgaar and Toki sat on the floor of the bathroom, talking, while Toki would occasionally clasp his hand over his mouth, and lerch forward toward the toilet, vomiting, while Skwisgaar held back his hair. After a while, he stopped vomitting as often, and eventually stopped vomiting all together.

"You's feelings alrights now?" Skwisgaar asked his younger friend.

"I feel betters," Toki said, "But stills likes crap. Fors a minute..." Toki began, "I feels... like I was... going... to dies..." he continued, his eyes closing, "dies... from vomitting..." Skwisgaar could tell that Toki was falling asleep, as Toki was now leaning on Skwisgaar's shoulder, and speaking slowly, with long pauses between words.

"Dies from vomiting," Toki said, his eyes still closed, "Dat would bees a good song."

"Heh?" Skwisgaar said, looking at Toki, "You's awakes, Toki?"

Toki didn't answer. Skwisgaar gently picked him up and carried him to the room the two of them shared. He laid Toki down on his bed, and coverd him with a blanket. Skwisgaar looked at him for a moment and smiled, "Silly littles kids," he muttered to himself. He looked at his clock, which read 3:00am, and only then realized that he was exhausted. He laid down in his own bed, which was parallel to Toki's in the cramped bedroom; he was asleep in no time.

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