what was i thinking last night? {open

[bentley alexander ross]

The setting, three o'clock in the morning on the second Saturday of the month, at an after party, for the show that Hazardous Rumor played, thrown by none other than one of the band's fans. Of course the fan hadn't actually known that the band was going to show up and none of them had, all except for Bentley. He felt the need to go out and have fun for once, since he had normally hung back at the band's house for the time being, and played video games or played on the internet. Of course that doesn't sound fun at all, because it isn't, but that's what Bentley did majority of the time because he was a bit cautious with his life to be honest. He knew that if he went out and drank alcohol that he was going to end up in bed with a complete stranger and there was going to be no control over the condom if he was too far gone from the alcohol. If there was no condom used or remembered to be used, then Bentley's fear could actually come true - finding out that a girl was pregnant with his kid. If that didn't scare Bentley to death, nothing would ever be able to. That was his biggest fear and nothing else would ever come as close to that ever.

So, during the party Bentley proceeded to drink a bit, but it wasn't much at all, surprisingly enough. If he hadn't gotten a call from one of his sisters midway through the night asking for help with something, he would have kept drinking. And of course since he was at a party, the volume of the music was up a lot more than it should have been for anyone's sake, so he had to leave a bit early from the party. Bentley stepped outside of the house that the party was located at and leaned against the red bricks that made up the house and listened to his sister talk to him. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend of over two years and she was completely devastated, but all Bentley could do was talk to her about it and try to help her through the rough time that she was going through. Bentley of course, wanted to do nothing but fly back home and beat the shit out of the guy that broke his sister's heart, but he wasn't actually able to do that at the moment. Not only was he too drunk to drive back to the band's house currently, but he also would have had to obtain special permission with the guy that ran the island that he was currently living on. So what was the next best thing that Bentley could think of? Having his twin sister fly down to the island and get away from the home that would remind her of the guy that broke her heart. While they were on the phone, Moira opened up the internet on her laptop and tried to book a flight to the island, but the only time that there was going to be a flight, would be the following week. So of course, Bentley was going to have to talk to his sister on the phone every day until Moira was able to get on the plane and visit him.

After a thirty minute conversation with his twin sister, Moira, Bentley suddenly felt the urge to just go back home and sleep. He didn't want to party anymore, so he called up one of the crew members for the band and they were nice enough to come and pick him up. Lee always felt that it was nice to have crew members as sort of slaves, but at the same time, friends. That way, he would be able to boss them around on and off stage if it had something to do with the band, but at the same time, they would be friends enough to drive him home if he knew that he was intoxicated to the point of it being dangerous if he were to drive himself home. Sitting on the wooden porch swing that was painted white years before, knowing that it had been awhile since it's last paint job because the paint was beginning to chip away in some spots, Bentley waited for the arrival of whichever crew member that was going to be coming to his rescue this evening. As Bentley's eyes started to close a little bit, as if he wanted to sleep forever, he felt himself being picked up. His first reaction was to throw a punch, but he opened his eyes quick enough to realize that it was a crew member that was going to take him back to the crib. Therefore, the whole punching in the face idea was pushed aside and he simply went with the flow of things and made his way to the car with the help of his all to fabulous crew member.

When the pair had finally made it back to the house that the band was living in more than likely, permanently, the crew member helped Bentley to the house, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. Bentley didn't remember anything except for laying down on the bed and passing out; he didn't hear anything at all after that, not even the crew member tripping over something in his bedroom and crashing down to the floor and yelling a few profanities out loud. The next thing that Bentley remembered, was waking up in his bed on an obnoxiously bright and sunny Sunday morning. Thankfully, this boy didn't go to church, otherwise, he'd be in a lot of trouble because he had slept through the entire service. Holding his head for a moment, hoping that the throbbing would stop and it wouldn't sound like his heart was beating in his ears, Bentley knew that he was going to need a bottle of aspirins to help this headache go away. Honestly though, Bentley didn't know what had happened the night before to make him like this, it wasn't as if he had gotten completely wasted. He had only had a few drinks that he didn't even finish completely, so it was nothing that he wasn't able to handle all on his own. Either way, that was the past and he needed to take a step forward from that, and by that, he meant that he needed about three aspirins and a cold bottle of water to wash them down with.

Getting up and out of his bed, Bentley placed his bare feet on the cold wood floor, which sent slight shiver up his spine, and took a step forward. He was a little wobbly, but he knew that he would be able to walk after taking a moment to collect himself, which he did before going any further towards his bathroom. About thirty seconds later, Bentley found himself able to see straight again, so he made his way over to his bathroom and over to the medicine cabinet to grab the bottle of aspirins out of it. Opening the cabinet with his right hand, Bentley used his left hand to grab the little white bottle off of the middle shelf. With the bottle in his left hand, Bentley brought his right hand over to the top of it and twisted the cap off. Shaking out three little blue pills onto the counter, Bentley placed the top back on, twisted it back on tightly, then placed it back in the cabinet and closed it. Putting all three of the little blue pills in his mouth at once, Bentley turned on the faucet in the sink and leaned his head over and took a sip out of the rushing water. Soon enough, all three pills had been swallowed and Bentley was making his way back to his bed to lay down for a little while longer. Honestly, now would have been the best time for a friend to come in and join him, because he didn't want to leave the comfort of his room.

[william]

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Will was on a high after Hazardous Rumor’s show. He had played great, the whole band had played great, and the crowd had been very responsive. He wished all shows were like that, but he knew that they couldn’t be. Not only were they a fairly new band, they were all also still young so it was good for them to have both bad and good shows. It made them work harder to get better. He knew that, after a bad show, the last thing he did was sit around and do nothing, he got his guitar and worked on what he had messed up on. He flipped through those guitar teaching books for tips and such and improved his playing. He knew that there were some bands that got big quick and while they were young and that messed them up. Not only were they young, but they had to deal with all that fame which was bad for them and they didn’t really have time to work on their musicianship, which wasn’t good if they planned on furthering their careers. That was why, instead of going to some party that he had heard about, he and the rest of the band, minus Bentley, had gone back to the house.

At first, he had been a little sad that their singer had decided to go to the party, but figured that the other boy deserved to have some fun. It hadn’t escaped his noticed that Bentley hadn’t seem to be enjoying himself as much as he and the others were. He had rarely seen him do anything that didn’t involve the computer or their game console. He had wanted to get the other boy to come out with him and do fun things, but hadn’t really worked it right. It made him weary since Bentley was one of his closest friends and it was actually physically hurting him to not be able to spend a lot of time with him. But, Bentley was an adult, he didn’t need Will playing tag along with him. So, he had headed to his room and had fooled around with his guitar for about an hour before he started feeling tired; the adrenaline from the nights show finally wearing off. But before he went to bed, he made sure he said goodnight to everyone, band members and crew members included. That was one of things he tried to keep right. He tried to treat everyone the same. He made sure that the crew were comfortable and felt like they were loved because they were. They were as much as family as Shelby, Bentley, and Dunn were.

He had popped into Bentley’s room to see if he had come back, but hadn’t seen him in his room. He sighed and had made a note that he would pop in sometime during his middle of the night snack to look in on him. He headed back to his room and got ready for bed, doing all the rituals and what not that had slowly become part of his routine ever since he started doing them when he was younger. It involved personal hygiene, checking various locations for monsters, as well covering up all the red and green lights form different electronic devices. Last, but not least, he changed out of his after show clothes and put on his bedtime ones, which consisted of sorts and a tee shirt since it was pretty warm that night and he didn’t want to over heat and get a nosebleed like what had happened a few days ago. That had been an unpleasant experience for many people and not just him.

Sometimes, and Will wasn’t even sure why this happened, he was a very light sleeper and sometimes he was a very deep sleeper. He figured that, tonight, he was a light sleeper because sometime between three and four in the morning, he woke up. He looked around his pitch dark room, wondering what had woken him. He heard a thud of sorts followed by swearing and sighed a breath of relief, recognizing those muffled curses anywhere as belonging to one of the crew. He rolled carefully out of his bed (too many times he’d rolled to far and ended on the floor) and stood up, running a hand through his ultra disheveled hair and headed out of his room. He crept down the hall to Bentley’s room and carefully pushed it open. He saw his friend on his bed, sleeping and smiled slightly, glad he had made it home in one piece. He figured he would talk to him the next morning, but right now, he wanted to speak to their crew and see what had gone down. So, he carefully shut the door and headed in the direction the crew member had went. The conversation was short and Will found out that Bentley had been a little drunk and had asked to be picked up. He was silently glad that he hadn’t done anything too wild and crazy. He didn’t really like it when that happened; but he knew it wasn’t really his place to say anything about it. Though, he was pretty sure Bentley, as well as the others, knew his dislike of extreme partying only because he was exceedingly bad at it.

He went back to his room to get a few more hours of sleep before waking up once more. Sleep was much easier this time around since he wasn’t worried about Bentley. Will kept his curtains about so he was hit full on by the suns gorgeous rays the next morning. He struggled at first before rolling out of bed and scurrying over to his bathroom to freshen up a little. It was Sunday and they didn’t really have anything to do so he was probably going to end up lounging around the house the whole day unless Phineas or someone else decided they wanted to do something fun. After about fifteen minutes, he was freshened up and left this bathroom. He wondered if Bentley was up yet and decided that he would never know unless he peeked his head in and saw for himself. So, he found himself heading back to Bentley’s room and knocking gently before opening the door. He saw a lump on the bed and grinned, Bentley was inside. He entered, making a tiny bit of noise to let the other boy know he wasn’t alone anymore. “Bentley? Good morning buddy!” he grinned and made his was to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. “Have a fun time last night?” he questioned, making sure to keep his naturally loud voice as quiet as possible just in case he had a hangover or something. He waited patiently for the other boy to acknowledge him, knowing that he would have to go at his pace until he was more clear headed.

status: complete!
tag: bentley!
word count: 1152!
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notes: longest post! hope it was alright![/size]