A/N:

I'm sorry for not updating sooner.

The 28th of September, approximately 7 am, an ambulance arrived at an apartment in Västerås. When they medics came there they found a young man. He was not breathing, had not been for a while, and his lips were blue.

The cause of death was a drug overdose. Apparently he had not been breathing for quite some time before she called the ambulance.

That man was my brother.

At 14 he became an addict, and at 21 it killed him.

I have had this chapter finished for quite some time, but I haven't been able to upload it. I am going to keep my original A/N: that I wrote before all of this happened.

Thank you all for your kind reviews.

OH MY FRICKIN' GOD!

Okay, now I've stopped crying and hyperventilating. I'm done with my outburst. =)

But I can't believe it! In just a couple of days so many people have put me in their favourites and in their story alerts! Weeeee! I am so happy! I honestly never thought people would like it this much! And I am using way too many exclamation marks!

Wow. I'll get back to you when I've regained my ability to function like a human being.

Oh. My. God…

Chapter 2

After that first time I talked to Emmett, we had become something I couldn't name, and it was okay. We were friends, and it was good to have someone to talk to my problems about, even if I still had to come clean to myself before I could talk to him about my obsession with the DJ.

Not to mention that he would have to work with the guy four times a week.

Every time Emmett worked a shift, I would come down to the club and we would drink and talk about… well… guy stuff, I suppose. It had been that way for the past two weeks and it felt good to have someplace to go to so that I wouldn't be left alone with my thoughts.

My mind was way too dark for me to be left alone with it for any longer period of time.

"So, my shift ends in 10 minutes. Me and some friends are going to hit the town after that. You wanna come?" Emmett asked as he was wiping clean some shot glasses. It was late at night and most of the people had already left.

"Sure, that sounds like fun." I said. "Yep, me alone and not knowing anyone sound like the ideal night. Sorry Em, I think I'm gonna pass." I was lying on my back on the bar and balancing a tumbler of scotch on my stomach.

"Come, on Jazz! You gotta get outta that shell sooner or later, and I'm all about doing this sooner. So shut the fuck up, and put on your jacket." Emmett half joked/threatened me. He began to poke at my stomach and trying to make me drop the glass. "Come on Jazzy-boy" he said, "I bet you can't keep that glass on your stomach for two minutes without touching it with your hands."

"That depends on what we're gonna bet on." I said while trying not to laugh as he poked at me.

He stopped poking and his face took on a pensive look. "If I win, you get to meet my lovely pack of friends" he said "and if you win…"

I picked up the glass from my stomach and sat up on the bar. "If I win, you have to dance and sing the Macarena, standing on the bar while everybody's watching."

"Do you really think that getting out one night and meeting my friends is equal to dancing the Macarena in this town's most popular nightclub? Where most of the hot tail in Chicago goes to?" Emmet said.

"Yes! And I get to take pictures." I said. I was feeling giddier than I had in months, and it felt good. I hadn't felt this kind of happiness since Bel…

No! Stop it right there. Don't go there. Going down that road only leads to misery.

"That sound good, Em?" I said. It felt like my throat had constricted and the happiness I felt earlier was gone.

"That sounds good to me, Jazz."

::JE::JE::JE::

"I so owned you!" Emmet shouted to no one.

Yes, as you may have realized, I lost the bet. Stupid Emmet and his poking…

"Fine, but you're paying for the booze and I'm taking a cab." I said. My car had, once again, refused to start this morning. I was seriously thinking about taking it to the dump. But, being the ever so lowly paid accountant I couldn't afford to buy a new one. "No offense, Em, but I refuse to be stranded in a bar where I know no one when you decide to take home your floozy for the night." I said.

Emmett laughed and slapped me on the back. "No offence taken, Jazzy-boy." he said. "Now, come on! I wanna show you my wheels!" he laughed again and I saw he had to contain his joy so he wouldn't jump up and down and clap his hands like a little girl.

It was true, I had known Emmett for two weeks and I still didn't know what kind of car he drove or in which part of the town he lived.

We came out to the almost empty parking lot, most of the people who worked at the club had already gone home, even most of the cleaning staff.

I looked at my wristwatch. "Why would you want to go to another nightclub at 3 am in the morning? " I asked Emmett. "Especially after just spending five hours in one?"

"We're not going to a nightclub, Jazz, we're going to a bar!" Emmett said while gesticulating wildly in the air with his huge, inked arms. "In this bar there's a pool table, cheep beer and dart!"

"Which makes it different from any other bar where, Emmett?" I said while trying to contain my laughter at his antics when he was explaining.

"Cause on that very pool table was where I lost my virginity to the very buxom waitress Janice." Emmett said and sighed like he was reliving it all again.

"Ew! Way too much information, man!" I said. I tried to walk and cover my ears at the same time as Emmett began to tell about the experience in detail.

When it looked like Emmett had stopped talking I finally dared to remove my hands from my ears.

Suddenly I walked right into Emmett's back. "The motherfucker's!" he shouted.

I walked around him to see what he was looking at and saw a black sports car with the window smashed and large dents all over it. It almost looked like someone had gone loose with a sledgehammer on it.

"Is this your car?" I asked Emmett. I was both awed at the obviously expensive car and terrified at what Emmett might do if he found the fuckers that had smashed up his car. On the side of the car the word "cock-sucker" and other derogatory words had been spray painted with neon green color.

"Nah, man, it's Edwards lamborghini. He's gonna be fucking pissed when he sees this." Emmett said. I didn't know who this Edward was, but I felt sorry for the sucker.

"Well, he'll find out sooner or later, right? We can might as well get to the bar instead of standing here and looking like we were the one who did it." I said. This Edward sounded quite scary, and I sure as hell didn't want to be around when he got angry. Especially if he were to think that I had wrecked his car.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Come on my car's this way!" that was Emmett to you , he expressed his feelings when he felt it, but was easily distracted.

"This is it, Jazz! This right here is my baby." Emmett said. He sounded like a proud father on his kids' graduation day.

Emmett's car was a huge, bright yellow jeep. It had green and blue flames on the side and all in all, it was exactly what you would have expected from Emmett.

"Well then, let's get this show on the road!"

A/N: The links will be posted on my profile as soon as I have found a picture of a yellow jeep with green and blue flames.

Eh…

Yeah, you're just gonna have to use your imagination for a while more ;-)