Crazy(YOUTHS)*Deryck

[Leander Way]

The only reason why he went to the fair is because he wanted to meet some girls. Knowing he might find one nice and beautiful. He awaited for someone to notice his face. Or at least hoping someone would freak when they see Mikey Way's son, but yet no luck. He went to the fair with high spirits but bad luck. He had sat down at one of the tables eating cotton candy. The stickyness reminded him of not having a girlfriend and getting stuck in the single crowd.

Leander arrived earlier with a blue t-shirt that said, I live in my own world, but it's okay, everyone knows me there., jeans with holes, and blue vans from his dad. He just put things on randomly knowing that he would get dirty anyway . Girls past by and his sighed as he knew that none would go over to him or blush when they looked at him, but yeat again his has been ignored.

Leander bought another cotton-candy stick, this time it was a weird Lime green color. He sat there with his left hand holding his head and his other feeding him. He was offically bummed. He ate until a certain someone scared him and made him drop his delicious food. He turned to see who it was...

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[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] Before diving a hand in to the boys hair and ruffling it laughing loudly as he smiled. This was a chance to forget that his brother was in a coma, a chance to forget that he wasn’t alright. It was a time to pretend that he lived in a perfect world. “Come have some fun!”
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[Leander Way]

Leander felt relieved that it was someone he knew. Deryck was a close friend, a crazy one, but a very close one. He looked up as Deryck ruffled his hair,"Do NOT mess with thee hair." he complained sarcastically,"And now that I'm the hoe, you're the man whore." he replied jokingly. He saw that his dear friend was drunk or at least had a buzz but by the smell of his breath, he had been drunk,"Dude, I think you've already had some fun, dude your breath reeks! Have you ever heard of breath mints, they've had them ever since the 50's now, and have you heard of hang-overs, they suck." he added. He would know. His dear and close uncle, Gerard, has described the feeling of being an alcoholic and drug addict; it fucking sucked!

Leander never drank, never smoked, and never did drugs. He thought that it just didn't suit him, he had wine before but that was only for something important, I think it was his 3rd cousin's birthday. He detested alcohol, it did bad things to people, that's why he never consumed it. He watched Deryck has he seemed shit-face drunk,"Do you look like...well...shit." he informed him knowing that he would know that already but probably act like he wasn't.

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[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He cooed as if talking to a child. He waved off the next statement from the boy and smiled. “Auch you can be my hoe anytime Leway.” He joked back letting go of the boy and sitting beside him. Deryck wasn’t drunk – yet – it took a lot to get the boy absolutely out his face to the point where he didn’t know what he was doing, but he reached it most nights none the less. The night usually started off soft until Deryck found some way of getting more alcohol – or drugs – in to his blood stream faster than he could before.

He rolled his eyes and sighed slightly “Look, I’m not drunk just comfortable ok.” He said flatly though that made him sound like he had a drink problem, he probably did as well, after all who in their right mind would be tipsy in late afternoon. “And my breath smells fine.” He stated again sipping his hand in to his pocket and pulling out a cigarette from the carton. “You need to live a little Leway ya know.” God the boy wasn’t half straight edge was he? Deryck on the other hand didn’t see the point in it.

“I know I look like shit I haven’t slept in four fucking days, I’m trying to have a little fun and chill out after all the shit.” He looked at Leander almost sadly and pondered if he knew about the accident…by the looks of it he didn’t. Deryck hated having to tell another person but Leander was his friend, their friend he had a right to know didn’t he and it wasn’t right for him to find out though the press. Well…he would tell him when he asked. It hurt too much to mention that his big brother was fighting for his life…and he was here getting drunk.
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[Leander Way]

Leander smiled at his friend,"You say you're sorry but your gonna put your hands through my hair anyways...that's not cool. A dude takes pride in his hair and will never mess up anyone else's hair...unless it's family." he explained. It was true, Leander didn't mess with anyone else's hair unless it was a close family member, "Oh yeah, since I can be your hoe, you can be my whore!" he said loudly getting stares from people all around, he was sure not to meet a girl now. Deryck was somewhat a very good friend yet a horrible drinker, he drank and drank, and smoked and smoked, it was something Leander knew ruined a few people lives.

"Not yet, and how is the path to getting drunk comfortable, I mean, it fucking sucks." He explained. He learned from influence that getting drunk either meant being violent, being stupid, or forgetting somethings that lead to a one-night stand,"And if you think your breath smells fine, tell that to one of the hot girls out here, they probably gonna go,'Yo cute and all, but me and my girls ain't gonna got out wit you because your breath be stanky!' and then leave you empty handed." he gave and example. He tried his best ghetto talk, which sounded okay other than the phony high voice. He watched Deryck get his cigarette and put it to his mouth,"Not another f*g Deryck, you're gonna fuck up your lungs." he nagged caringly.

Leander heard the 'Haven't slept in four days' and felt a feeling of sympathy coming up, "What the fuck do you mean. What have you been doing?" he asked with a slow frown. Leander always wondered what the Wentz boys did when they were away from Leander, they also wondered what was going on in their minds. He wanted to know what was going on, he wanted to know if anything bad happened to any of them. "Dude, is Jared hurt, are you hurt, has your liver failed or something?" he shot at Deryck.

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[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He stated taking another draw and wishing to god he had some more bloody alcohol! “He’s in a coma in Intensive Care.” He stated just as unemotionally only because if there had been so much as a hint of it he would have broken down again and he had enough of that. “They don’t know if he’s going to be ok.” He said again rather unemotionally as he stared at the same spot in the ground.

No one would ever know the truth that he had seen it. No one would ever know he saw his brother flatline on bloodstained tarmac as paramedics fought to start his heart.
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[Leander Way]

Leander knew that not all he said about a girl saying no to him wasn’t true. Being a Wentz was good for a guy who loved girls, being a Way is okay. I mean, they probably might think you’re cute and adorable, but you’ll know that Leander didn’t really want to meet girls just to get laid, he just wanted to be friendly and make a friend or a girlfriend, ”Fine...they probably won’t tell you off....they probably don’t have the will to, but anyway, just make sure you use mouth wash or a mint. Something to make sure I live.” Leander turned to Deryck and returned the favor and ruffled his head, after that Leander fixed it back, he always did that if he did mess someone’s hair.

Deryck’s stunned silence kind of scared him. He awaited the silence to be broken and it was, by the most horrible thing Leander can possibly hear. Leander and the Wentz brothers were like best friends, Jared and Deryck were sort of like the brothers he never had and now one of them was hurt,”Jared was in a car crash...why didn’t you call me?” he asked as his eyes were close to tearing but still dry from them, ”I’m sorry....Jared’s in a coma?” he repeated. Leander had a habit when he heard bad news from someone who was close to him, he would repeat the same phrase, say things that would sound sympathetic enough to cry to, and his eyes usually cried a river of tears. ”He’ll be okay, he’ll be okay. I know he’ll be okay.” he assured the both of them. His left eye shed one tear and then he made himself stopped before he could burst in tears. He was sensitive and emotional, but that was when he was sad or hurt. When he’s in his usual happy mood he’s apathetic and hyper.

He looked at Deryck and tried to find his eyes, ”Was he okay when you last saw him, was he still breathing or what?” he asked the last question he would want to ask before he bawled his eyes into his hands or Deryck’s shoulder, ”And if you give me ass, I’m going to kick it.”

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