`the morning ripped you away, oh!

[locky hartlet,]

I WONDER IF I TAKE YOU HOME
WOULD YOU STILL BE IN LOVE, BABY?

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-----The clock on the cluttered shelf next to Locky's little bed read 4:37 a.m. The shining red numbers were the only light in the small space, and the only sound that could be heard throughout the whole caravan was the sound of the steady breathing of the sleeping band members. Everything was calm and peaceful and nothing seemed out of the ordinary - at least to someone who wouldn't know any better. But something was different tonight. The day had gone normally - the band had done an interview and afterward had they gone out to get a few drinks, then they'd come back to the caravan to crash for the night. Something had felt different to Locky all night to be honest, though he couldn't exactly place his finger on it. Maybe it was the fact that Katy wasn't hogging his thoughts so much today, or maybe it was the fact that he'd had a few more drinks than he usually did on nights like this, or maybe it was the fact that he'd spent most of the night with Alex. Of course Locky usually spent a lot of time with Alex; they were good friends and they belonged to the same band, so it was a given that they'd be spending a lot of time together. It had been awhile, though, since Locky had just had a good time with Alex and just talked about fun stuff that had nothing to do with shows or songs or lyrics or notes or schedules or money or any of that stuff. Locky had missed the fun that the two of them used to have together, and tonight it had seemed that they'd gotten their old friendship back, at least for awhile; they'd laughed together and drank together and danced stupidly together and made dumb jokes. Locky hadn't really given a thought to the rest of the band tonight, which was kind of odd but to be honest he hadn't really noticed it. It was all about Alex right now, it was all about how funny Alex was and how much they could both drink and how warm Alex was whenever they happened to brush against each other and how Katy was pretty much nonexistent to Locky tonight, and it was all just really nice. He liked not having to think and Alex gave that to him. He didn't need to stress out about Katy with Alex around, and he could just be his normal silly self again. That was one thing Locky had always liked about the other boy. He made him feel good.

-----The rest of the night was sort of a blur to Locky. Which was understandable really, considering the amount of alcohol his scrawny body had consumed tonight. He had been a bit more than a little out of it. Although he didn't remember much, he felt good right now. There wasn't another word that could really describe it better. He just felt really good, for the first time in a long time, and it was nice. It was nice for right now. It was nice because he wasn't really aware of what was different tonight yet. He didn't know that every bed was occupied except for one. He didn't know that he wasn't alone underneath the covers right now. He didn't know that he'd done something that he would end up regretting, and he didn't know that he'd done something that could possibly mess up a perfectly fine marriage. Locky just simply didn't know any of it yet, and it was really a shame that he'd have to find out soon enough because he never really felt this peaceful anymore, not since the whole Katy incident had happened in Kiko's. It would be better if this feeling could last longer, but that might have been too much to ask for.

-----Locky's emerald eyes fluttered open in the darkness, and he reached up to rub at them with his bony hands. With a sigh he let his hands fall to his sides again, and he glanced at the clock on the shelf to see the time. It was way too early to even think about getting up yet, and he wished he hadn't even woke up because now he had a huge headache, but then again it had been sort of expected after all that drinking that he had done. He stretched a bit, faintly aware of the fact that he was naked but not giving much thought to it since it didn't seem to matter much right now. He turned over onto his other side with a little yawn after he had finished stretching his tired body. His whole body trembled just a bit when it came into contact with warm skin; however it was only a second before he relaxed again, moving closer to the sleeping body next to him in a sort of dream-like state, snuggling up against the taller boy and laying his forehead against his bare chest. "Alex," he whispered happily, letting his lids fall shut again as he began to drift back into the comfort of sleep once more. Of course if Locky had been fully awake he probably would've completely freaked out upon seeing Alex laying next to him in his bed, especially now considering that Alex was married to Luka.

-----Maybe this wouldn't be so bad if Luka and Alex weren't married. It could simply be brushed off as a drunken thing, a one time thing that didn't really screw much up considering Locky was kind of single and everything. But Luka definitely wouldn't be too happy to find out that her best male friend had slept with her husband; what girl would be okay with that news? It was wrong, it was completely wrong in so many ways, especially since Locky had slept with Luka a long time ago when they were young teenagers. It seemed that Locky had a habit of sleeping with whoever he was close friends with when he was drunk. But there wasn't really anything Locky could do to make this go away now because it was too late. It had happened and Locky was pretty sure that Luka would hate his guts when she found out, but he wasn't thinking about that right now. He wasn't thinking of anything really. All he cared about was how pleasantly warm and nice Alex's body felt against his own right now, and how the sound of the other boy's steady breathing eventually carried Locky off into a calm, dreamless sleep. A nice sleep to have right now considering that everything would be completely fucked up in the morning.

for, alex weatherz
outfit, he's nakey lollll
status, finished!
words, 1112
notes, yay for black eyed peas lyrics! no no no no don't phunk with my <3

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[`alex weathers]

how we die, no, I will never know.
who decides where everybody goes.

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Silence rang out through the scheduled nurse caravan, a sudden tired sigh escaping from Alex Weathers lips. Mumblings from his far off dream reached the room soon afterwords. He'd been having uneasy dreams due to the previous night, which he could vaguely remember. He wasn't one to drink that often, but when he did, he faced the consequences harshly the next day. This could be said for this current situation; a throbbing pain in his head was awaiting him. When thinking of the last night, a big blurr appeared in his mind. He'd went out with his band mates, Locky being a major character. As they were partying and having a good time, Alex didn't notice how many drinks he was consuming. One, two, five. Throw in a bunch of long time, crazy friends and you get one hell of a night. One hell of a night, yes. But, one night he would soon regret. But you never think of those things when you are doing it. You don't think of what could become of what you had done. You don't think, period. Not thinking seemed to be a major key that night. As the night went by quickly, and the drinks down quicker, Alex's life took a big turn. Too bad he couldn't remember what it was. All that mattered right now, however, was that the warm body of his friend was laying next to him, inviting him. He took up it's offer, snuggling close to Locky. He gave a content sigh and drifted further into sleep. Their even breathing filled the room as Alex's eyes flickered open slowly. His eyes burnt from sleep, so he was reduced to squinting through the darkness. He eyed everything with a confused look on his sleepy face. He wasn't fully awake yet, so he stretched out his arms wide. All at once, a big pain hit him in the head. He gave a grunt and ducked for cover under the blankets. He rolled away from Locky, feeling the boy's head slip from his chest, and attempted sleep once more, but shuttered. He enjoyed Locky's body heat and blankets didn't seem to make up for it. He shut his eyes tightly and scooted next to Locky. A sleepy smile spread across his face, and even though his head was throbbing, he felt good. His face laying on Locky's chest, their bodies close. His stubby fingers pressed against Locky's chest, feeling the rhythm of his beating heart. The thump, thump of his heart soothed the pain in Alex's head, slowly sending him back to sleep. He greedily pushed himself a little closer to Locky, wanting more warmth.

Would Alex have been there next to Locky if he hadn't had anything to drink that night? Would he be about to wake up to one of the worst days of his life? You could say "yes", as Alex would, but then there would be the guilty thought of "what if" in the back of his head. What if he had not had that many drinks? Would he still find himself snuggling next to Locky, hell bare ass naked next to Locky? Maybe they could joke about it, maybe they could brush it under the rug as one of those funny drunken band moments. But no, Alex couldn't. This was Locky, not Milo or Amy. fucking Locky. Luka's best friend. But those questions were not occupying Alex's thoughts. He was far away from this place, some where happy and oblivious. However, time wouldn't wait on Alex. It wouldn't clean up his messes for him. No one, nothing could change what he did. He would have to face that on his own. He would have to face that painful look on Luka's face. He would have to face knowing that he was the one who put it there.

But for right now, he was sleeping rather comfortably next to Locky. Right now he was far away, safe from his actions. Sleep was rescuing him from the storm that was head his way, the hurt. New York would hold a whole new meaning of hurt for him. He'd label this night as "that night", and he would feel pain for the rest of his life. Those few drinks would cause him so much hurt, those few goddamn drinks. But in his dream, he was safe. Thank God for small favors, eh?

"Alex"
He heard through his dream. He raised his eyebrows in response. "Hmmmm..." he muttered, not taking his friends naked body into consideration. He was mentally avoiding a harsh headache, and he was enjoying the warmth the sleeping form was emitting. His hand slowly slipped from Locky's chest, his fingers slowly trailing down unconsciously. He gave a sleepy groan in response to his dream. Clenching the sheets, he gave a harsh roll, ripping the blankets from him. He gasped, opening his eyes. Lord, his head ache hit him like a freight train. He licked his dry, chapped lips as he slowly awakened fully this time. He cleared his throat and stretched once more. He slowly, very slowly, rolled out of bed and stood up, wanting to get up and quench his thirst. He looked around at the caravan. Squinting at the alarm clock, he yawned noisily. Scratching the back of his neck, it hit him. This time, it wasn't his head ache.

"Oh fuck..."