FangPOV
"Tinkerbell? Is that you?" breathed Sam, his head risen from the bench, eye half-closed looking at us. Iggy straightened up, eyes wide and scrambled behind me like a child running behind their mother on their first day of school or when they''re scared.
I sighed, side stepping so Iggy was in Sam's view.
"Erp!" he squealed. I laughed at him, grnning at his actions.
"Argh!" groaned Sam, head back on the bench. I stepped closer, crouching down next to him. I had to breathe through my mouth, the smell was that bad.
I cleared my throat, "Sam. Sam, wake up," I shook him. He didn't move, just continued groaning. "Sam," I said again, shaking him harder.
"What?" snapped Sam, wriggling out of my grip of his arm and turning his head away from my voice.
"Get up, Sam. You can't stay here," Iggy said from behind me.
He started to groan again, slowly lifting his heavy body into a sitting position. "What the hell, dude?"
"What did you do last night, Sammy-boy?" I joked, taking a seat beside him as Iggy took his other side.
He started to grin, but then his face going blank, "I... I don't remember," he stated.
"Oh, God," I heard Iggy say to himself. I shook my head, getting up and grabbing Sam's arm.
"Come on, Sam. Iggy, you take his other arm, we're taking him home,"
MaxPOV
Angel sat on the toliet seat in my bathroom upstairs with the box in her hand, handing it to me.
"Angel. Are you sure about this?" I hesitated grabbing the box.
She nodded, "god! Just do it, Max,"
I swallowed, "ok..." I opened the box and started to read the instructions.
GazzyPOV
"Yo, Gaz?" I heard Will say from the other room. We were practicing music at my house, Angel being out and Nudge shopping. He had arrived earlier for lunch and we just started to run through some solos.
"Yeah?" I replied tightening my guitar strap that hung over my shoulder.
"We are your guitar picks?"
I sighed, pulling the strap over my head and setting the guitar on it's stand. "Hang on,"
I walked around, looking for a pick and making my way to where Will stood in my room. "Any?" he asked, looking around on my desk.
I shook my head, looking under my bed. "Maybe there's some in Angels room," I said, getting off of the floor and crossing the hall to Angels dark bedroom. Will followed as I opened the door and started to look around the messy room.
"God! Angel's messier than you, Gaz," joked Will.
I smiled, "only after Mum and Dad splitting up, though. She used to be so clean," Will stopped smiling when he heard this as I went to look around.
We covered most of the room, cringing when we found uneaten food, unfinished homework or dirty underwear. I started to look in her drawers next to her single bed.
About the third draw down, I found a small box that should have shocked me, but for some reason didn't.
Will came over when he noticed me stopping the search. He looked at the box.
"Is that," he asked, "cigerettes?"
My throat closed up and tears stinged my eyes as I nodded slowly.