Drummer

5

"What you writing about?" I asked Troye who was sitting opposite of me as he scribbled on his notepad while Pj went to the bathroom.

"Oh, um, I'm writing a song." He said and I looked at him with wide eyes.

"You write songs? That's awesome! Can I see?" I asked and he nodded.

"It's not that good." He said and pushed the notepads towards me. "I'm still trying to figure out the chorus." He finished and I read.

V1-

I am tired of this place,

I hope people change.

I need time to replace

What I gave away.

And my hopes they are high, 

I must keep them small.

Though I try to resist,

I still want it all.

Bridge-

I see swimming pools and living rooms and airplanes, 

I see a little house up on the hill and children's names...

"Holy crap." I was amazed at the words and phrases. "This is amazing!" 

"Thanks. I do enjoy what I do." He said and smiled at me as I passed his notepad back.

"Hey, Lester!" I heard and saw Chris coming in, wearing a plaid, loose shirt, revealing his chest slightly, ripped jeans, and boots. "Fancy seeing you here, my friend." He said and sat next to me making shift to the other side.

"Yeah, um, hi." I said and looked at Troye. "Oh. Troye, this is Chris, Chris, this is Troye." I said and they fist bumped.

"Sup'?" Chris said and Troye smiled.

"Nothing much." Troye said cooly. 

"Ah, there's Pj." I said motioning to Pj to come and join us. 

Pj's face was comedy gold. I swear Chris and Pj stared at each other for a minute but it felt like and hour. Troye and I noticed it and laughed.

"Anyways, enough with the eye s*x!" Troye exclaimed which made me burst into laughter.

"Well Pj has really green eyes, I can't help but stare." Chris said cooly, sitting back and Pj blushed like a maniac.

"If you guys are going to be flirting might as well take my food to-go." I said and Pj nodded still staring at Chris.

"I'll join you." Troye said and we got out of the booth.

We looked back and saw them talking and staring and we just left laughing. 

"I felt like I was the third wheel..." Troye laughed out.

"Joined by the fourth wheel!" I exclaimed and we laughed.

"Well I hope you don't mind but I have to go. I have to take these notes to a buddy of mine. You can come if you want." Troye asked but I smiled and shook my head.

"I'm good. I need to finish an essay for English anyway." Phil said and shrugged. "See ya around, kay?" I said and he nodded with a smile and walked off.

I started walking on my own, breathing in the thin air that smelled of gasoline and cigarette smoke. It was very gross and unhealthy. I just wanted to go back to my dorm and eat my already-cold breakfast.

I stepped into the building and walked up the stairs to my dorm. When I made it to my hallway I froze in fear yet laughter at the sight.

Dan was sat against the door, knees to his head with his arms wrapped around his legs, in his Calvin Klein black boxers.

"You left the keys inside again, didn't you?" I asked as I neared him and his eyes met mine.

"Don't get sassy. Open the damn door." He snarled and I smiled.

"No need for thee to get snappy at moui." I said and he stood up looking at me with narrowed eyes. "But in my defense I was just following the Panic! rule of closing the goddamn door."

"Well Brendon Urie can suck a d**k 'cause that is a stupid rule." He said and as I opened the door he stepped in, shoving me to side slightly.

"I have food if you miraculously want to share some." I said and he looked up at me as he put on his black long-sleeved shirt.

"Hmm okay. I'l get the beers." Dan said and I gulped as I sat down on my bed.

"Oh, um, no thanks. I rather drink water." I said very scared-like and Dan just placed a beer on the nightstand next to me and sat on his bed facing me.

"Live a little, Lester." He said and I looked at him in awe.

"You actually know my name?" I said as I pull the food out of the bag.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweets. The room is full with books with your name on them it would be really stupid of me to not know your name." He explained and I smirked. 

I handed him a pancake with bacon and two biscuits. As I ate half of my food I was feeling rather parched and needed something to drink. The beer to my right was really tempting but I just don't want alcohol. I mean I've never tried it but I heard it's awful. 

Dan must've noticed my staring because he sat up, took the bear, flipped the lid off with the edge of the desk, and handed it back to me.

"Live, Philip." He said as he took a swig of his own.

"I know I'm gonna regret this." I said and Dan smiled, which is probably the first time he ever smiled.

I gripped the bottle tight, put the tip against my lips, and pushed the bottle back, making the horrible yet satisfying taste of the yellow liquid run down my throat. I stopped and started coughing a little since the fumes were strong with this s**t I just took.

"Welcome to rebellion." Dan said and I sighed.