We bend and twist this broken mess [Slade]

[Andy Williams]

Andy was sitting around in his caravan, with nothing to do. None of his band mates were around. And he really didn't know what to do. There was nothing on the TV. No one was on instant messager, amd there was no one he could think to maybe call and talk to.

He decided that maybe he would go outside and walk around, just for something to do. Because there really was nothing to do. He got up, going into the bathroom and going over his hair with the straightener again, he always had to have his hair looking extra straight.

After he was done he changed out of his gym shorts that he was walking around in, and actually put a shirt on. He went into his room, and put on a pair of his new black skinny jeans. He then put on a Blessthefall tight fitted T-Shirt. He grabbed his cell phone and walked outside of the caravan.

He began walking toward the tattoo parlour and Starbucks. He was wondering if he would see anyone out at this time of night, walking around. Hopefully someone he knew. But someone he didn't know all that well was cool too.

As he walked he looked around, trying to see a sign of life, but none yet. Was he not going to see anyone?And if he didn't where would everyone be? Probably off making a drug deal, or at the nightclub or bar getting drunk. It seemed that, thats all everyone does now. And he hated it.

[slade hill]

Walking down the street wasn’t something that Slade did without a purpose or without an aim of going somewhere or meeting someone, despite the laid back attitude he always had reasons for seemingly lazing around or going of on a tangent. Today aim was to walk the streets in order to find someone to entertain him, a friend perhaps. Easier said then done as a friend in the literal sense of the word was not something that Slade came by often. He was to arrogant, vain to let himself become close to someone below him as he saw it. Friends were just there to look good in his mind, unless they were seen to be on his level, very rarely this was true. Slades standards were high and he never let them slip, not in his friends or his own dress code which was always what was in fashion. Although he did sometimes dress outlandishly purely as he could.

Right now he was dressed in a white shirt with tight, grey and black checked jeans with a long scarf with a similar pattern round his neck. His hair had been dyed black with three coloured streaks, red, blue and yellow flashing on the side. Not his biggest effort but he felt lazy today and so didn’t put as much into the outfit as he could. But with black VANS shoes hitting the concert as he walked down the street you probably wouldn’t see the look to be something put together by someone lazy.

Slade glanced around and briefly looked to his side at the shop windows, at the various clothes on display and back in front. He had enough clothing for one lifetime, or at lest this mouth and he got board of them. Running a hand through his hair Slade made his way along the street to find somewhere to get a drink, any would do as long as he wasn’t going to be surrounded by a load of drunks or preteens thinking they are so hard for knocking by some lame alcoholic drink.

Lost in his thoughts Slade almost walked right into the back of someone only to come back to earth and sidestep at the last moment. A hand came up as a brief “Sorry” passed his lips and he looked over the person he almost ran into before grinning. “Hello, Andy”

[Andy Williams]

Andy usually had something to do, or someone to hang out with. He usually never walked the streets actually in search for someone to hang out with. He had someone to hang out with, but he just didn't feel like going to the bar with him. He hadn't been feeling like himself, and wanted to stay away from alcohol and a bunch of people right now.

Andy just hoped that not all his friends were off getting drunk or high. That just wasn't the way Andy liked to live his life. Sure he would occasionaly have a beer or two. But he never went over board and got drunk. And he had never tried drugs, and didn't plan to anytime soon. He just wanted to keep away from all of that stuff, he was too cool for drugs.

As Andy walked he looked around, trying to find someone he knew. But he had seen no one so far. Maybe he would just go back to the caravan and go to bed. It wasn't to late, but maybe it was best. There really was no one out here.

As he was about to go back to the caravan he noticed someone behind him, and the guy almost ran into him. “Sorry” the guy said, his hand in the air. Andy was about to turn around and tell him to watch where he was going. But as he turned around he noticed it was his friend Slade Hill. “Hello, Andy” he said, grinning. "Hey Slade. You have saved me from being bored. I was just getting ready to go back to my caravan, i was having no luck finding anyone to hang with out her." he said, grinning. "So how have ya been?" he asked.

[slade hill]

It wasn’t often that Slade was apologetic but this time the ‘sorry’ slipped out before the normal snap response of ‘Watch were your bloody going’. So he was in a good mood, a rare thing but something to be enjoyed when it came. After seeing it was Andy, Slade was glad he hadn’t been rude to him as he was one of the few people that Slade appreciated. He wasn’t afraid to be himself, keep away from the normal things that most broke down to like drugs and alcohol and still be a good person to hang out with.

Slade shrugged and folded his arms loosely, he been how he usually is. Taking life one step at a time, waiting for something to happen or making it happen if he got board.
“Pretty ok, feeling the same as you really, got board and so went out in order to find something to entertain me. So I guess between us we can find something to amuse ourselves.” Slade replied with a grin but was pretty clueless as to what it could be. Just talking seemed to be a good idea right now what with Andy being with his band most of the time they were seeing each other less and less. “How’s life been treating you?”

The lifestyle of beings a rock star though had always appealed to Slade and although he never admit it he was kind of jealous of Andy. The only thing he change if the role was reveres was being in a band, if Slade was going for glory then he do it alone, by himself and if he failed then it be his fault. Not that failure would be an option.

[Andy Williams]

Andy was the type of person, that could possible get mad and say something like 'Watch where the hell you're walking asshole' but he was glad he didn't say it this time. Then he would have felt a bit bad - since him and Slade seemed to be good enough friends.

As Andy talked to him, Slade shrugged and folded his arms over his chest. “Pretty ok, feeling the same as you really, got board and so went out in order to find something to entertain me. So I guess between us we can find something to amuse ourselves.” Slade replied, grinning.

“How’s life been treating you?” Slade asked him. Andy sat on a bench that was right beside where they were standing. "Lifes been okay i guess... Still my hyper old self." he said, looking to Slade. "I havn't seen you in a while... Been with the band to much." he said, a small frown spreading across his face.

"Come sit down." he said, looking to the ground. "So how about you? How has life been treating you?" he asked, looking back up at him.

[slade hill]

Slade raised an eyebrow as Andy didn’t really seem hyper right now, quite mellow really. Slade turned and plonked himself down on the bench, crossed his legs all in one fluid movement, followed by shaking his head to flick his fringe from his eyes.
“Like I said really, boring. One day has been pretty much the same as the next, seeing you is actually the most eventful thing that’s happened so far.” Apart from that Slade had nothing to complain about as if he did then Andy would be the first to hear the rant, he seemed to be a good listener.

“But you weren’t planning on just sit here all day though were you?” Slade asked, turning on the bench to look directly at Andy while resting his arm along the back of the bench behind him. “While your around I want to at lest get a drink, something. You look like you need a pick me up.” he added standing again and looking down to Andy, not apposed to dragging the guy to his feet if he rejected the offer. One way or another Slade was going to get a fun day out with his mate and find out what was bugging him as he was pretty quiet, it could be just tiredness but Slade wanted to make sure.