Daughter of Kellin Quinn
Whiskey Hands
*Copeland’s POV*
I spent the next couple hours planning out how I wanted my day to go. I made a list and I’m bringing it with me to the party. I will check them off as I go.
-pick outfit
-do hair
-do makeup
-extras?
-get dropped off
-help Bryan decorate
-talk w/ him?
-have fun at party (try not to drink too much)
-go home happy(:
It was now 5 pm. I had 2 hours before I left the house.
I pulled out my list; pick out outfit. That took about half hour of my time. Shit. Not good. I checked it off. I pulled from my closet a plain, pink top with black skinnies and my pink Vans. I also grabbed my black leather jacket just in case it would get cold at night.
It’s blazing hot during the day and I don’t like the feeling of wearing shorts to often because I hate my legs. I’m pretty tall. I’m just like Andy Biersack. I have Giselle legs. Speaking of him, I met him and he’s pretty cool. Kind of a douche, but cool. He also has the prettiest eyes if I may bring it up. They’re so blue, no joke!
Anywho, back to my plan!
For my hair, all I did was straighten it. It didn’t need to be fancy and all. Check. I applied my makeup and accessories. Check.
It was now 6:50 pm. I was so ready for this party and I looked amazing, I wasn’t gonna lie.
I went downstairs, shoving Bryan’s address and my list in the pocket of my jacket.
“Oooooo,” Jesse pointed at the sight of me, saying “oooo” in his high-pitched voice.
My dad turned around and went wide eyed. “Wow Copeland, you look beautiful baby,” he said flashing me a smile.
“Thanks, dad.” I looked down at my outfit, making sure there were no stains because Jesse, being the weirdo that he is, kept staring down at me. It was kind of creeping me out. I looked at Jesse.
“Umm…Jesse?”
He shot his head up. “Yeah?”
I spun my finger around in a circular motion towards my face. “I…I’m up..here.”
“Oh yeah, I knew that.”
Yeah, I’m sure ya did. “Well I’m ready to go.”
“Yeah, about that,” my dad paused for a brief second. “I don’t think I can take you. I, too, have plans with the band later.”
You have got to be kidding me! “So what does that mean? I can’t go?”
“No, it just means that you have to find a ride.”
“I can get Mike to take me? He won’t mind.” As long as he doesn’t try to come down with me and ask for a drink, it’s all good.
“Alright, have fun baby. Don’t come home too late! I’m warning you.”
---
“So there are going to be douche bags, drinking, chicks, chicks in bikinis, smoking, chicks, loud music, chicks-”
“Yes Michael Christopher! There will be chicks!” I shouted as he turned into Sebring Court. “So you can’t say anything to my dad because I told him that it’s a senior’s party for only girls. That’s why he’s letting me go. If he knew that there are going to be boys, he’d kill me.”
“I won’t breath a word.”
“Don’t even breath,” I mumbled under my breath.
“I fucking heard you ya know,” he spat out.
“Sooorrryyyy,” I lied. But no really I was sorry.
We pulled in the driveway. “Is this it?”
I looked at the address one more time. “2640 Second Street; Sebring Court. Yeah, this is it.” Damn, he had a huge fucking house! He could fit hundreds of people in here and I’m talking like b-ball players.
There was someone standing outside the door.
“Is that him?” Mike asked me, pointing from the wind shield.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “That’s him.”
He gave me a disgusted look. “He’s a white boy?” Mike winked. “But Ewww Copeland, come on! You can do so much better.”
I turned to him. “So what? Your girlfriend Frenchi is Irish!”
“She’s Irish and Spanish! So technically I wouldn’t talk if I were you.”
“Whatever,” I got out of the car. “See ya, Mikey.”
“Hey wait, before you go,” he motioned for me to come closer. He whispered, “Don’t fucking do anything with him or any boys or I’ll tell your dad. I’m serious right now. Drink a little, not too much, and don’t smoke. It’s bad for you.”
“Do you hear yourself? You drink and smoke all the time Mr.MikeyWhiskeyHands,” I said emphasizing the last part.
“I’m a grown ass man. You’re not.”
I folded my arms across my chest and gave him a dirty look.
“Obviously you’re not a man, but what I meant was, you’re a young lady. Act like one at least. You’re still growing and you have so much to learn still.”
Ok Einstein. “Got it,” I nodded.
“What no hug or nothing before I leave?”
I placed my hands on my hips. “Mike…”
“Ok whatever, damn! Teenagers. Have fun. Don’t fuck around, smoke, or drink too much. Boys are assholes, don‘t forget,” he said backing out of the driveway. “Tootles!” he laughed driving away.
Boys are assholes I thought to myself. That’s exactly what Tony said to me on the first day of school.
---
I helped Bryan decorate the living room. His house was a mansion on the inside, let alone the outside was breath taking.
I pulled out the neon-colored lights he had in a box. “So why the neon lights?” I asked.
“Because it’s gonna get dark around when people start to show up so the bright lights signal a comforting club welcome.”
“Comforting club welcome?”
“Yeah, my parents aren’t gonna be home until Sunday so I decided I was gonna have this party.” He’s always so confident with his answers. “So you gonna help me with these lights or what?” he smiled.
I handed him the blue one first. When he turned around to hook it up, I pulled out my list and checked off two more things. Get dropped off and help Bryan decorate around the house.
---
8:30, the time ticked. “People will start to stroll in any time soon,” Bryan smiled at me, plopping himself on the couch. “We still have half hour left to ourselves.”
“Yeah, I know,” I returned the smile. I looked around the house to remove the presence of awkwardness.
He bit his bottom lip. “You do know you can sit down right? I’m not gonna bite you.”
According to Mike and Tony, and probably everyone else that loved me, “I’m not gonna bite you” means the complete opposite.
“That’s ok. I’m fine standing.”
He shot me killer smile and chuckled. “Don’t even trip, Danielle. I know you wanna sit.” Woah, I almost forgot that I was Danielle with people from school. He reached for my hand that was by my side. “Sit by me,” he said making a puppy-dog face.
I couldn’t resist it. “Ok ok,” I laughed, jumping on the cushion next to him. “You have a really nice house by the way.”
“Thanks… by the way,” he mocked me. He put his arm around me. I started to feel butterflies in my stomach. The same butterflies I felt when Tony fell on top of me that night he was supposedly teaching me how to fly. And it felt, GOOD.
I was so caught off guard that I didn’t even realize he was speaking to me. “What did you say?”
“I said do you want something to eat before everyone arrives…”
“What do you have?” Damn, that’s rude. I should’ve just said yes.
He got up and walked over to the fridge. He yanked it open and there was a variety of food and drinks. From pizza rolls to pigs in a blanket, to Mountain Dew and Sprite. Eww Sprite. I hated that one. It tasted like water to me.
I got up and walked over to him. He said, “What would you like? I have almost every drink in here so pick which one you want.”
“Do you have coke by any chance?”
“Coming right up.” He stuck his hand through the refreshment section of the fridge and pulled out a coke, just for me.
He was a real gentlemen. I’m starting to like the way he is with the ladies. “Thanks, Bryan.”
“Don’t even mention it,” he winked.
---
Two cars pulled in at once. Then more and more right after them. It was already dark outside and I was actually tired. It was abnormal for me to be tired at this time. I guess I just need to wake up a little bit. Me and Bryan just sat down and talked until we got bored so we flipped on the TV.
Yeah, some loud music and liquor might wake me up.
I asked Bryan if his friend came in with the drinks yet. He pointed to the cooler in the kitchen because I couldn’t really hear him if he tried talking. The music was blasting and I could barely hear myself think.
I pushed a couple drunk girls to the side so I could get through. I opened the cooler and there had to be about 100 alcoholic beverages in it. I didn’t know which one to pull out so I closed my eyes and reached my hand down into the ice. I landed on the one in the corner, which happened to be Whiskey. Wow, just my luck. MikeyWhiskeyHands was the first thing I thought of. I felt like he was watching me. Why else would I pull Whiskey from the cooler? It’s like a sign telling me not to drink too much or he’ll tell on me.
I popped open the cap and gulped half of it down in one shot. Before I knew it, I was down to 4 beers and one whiskey drink. I have never felt so damn light-headed since that day I fell in the alley.
I wobbled my way upstairs, getting away from the loud music and flashing lights everywhere. I just needed to lay down and close my eyes for a couple minutes. I tumbled on the bed of someone’s room. I think it was Bryan’s. I turned over to check the clock but my eyes were so blurry from drinking and being tired that I couldn’t read it clearly. I think it read 12:31 am. I am so in trouble. I was suppose to be home by now. But I can’t go home. I’m too wasted to even move.
I heard someone coming up stairs. If my eyes aren’t deceiving me, Bryan was standing in the door way of his room, staring at me.
He rushed over to me. “Are you ok?”
“I’m so fucked up,” I chocked out.
He laid next to me on the bed. He stroked my cheek and kissed my forehead. I hope he doesn’t have on his mind what all boys do when a girl is drunk and helpless at this hour. I obviously can’t defend myself like this. He pulled my body closer to him. He started pecking little kisses here and there, all over my neck.
“Bryan, wh-what are you doing?” I stammered. He ignored my question and continued kissing my neck, leaving deeper kisses this time. “B-Bryan…Bryan stop.” He wouldn’t budge. He tried lifting my shirt. I yelled. “Bryan, stop! Get off of me!” I pushed him away with all my might and jumped up out of his bed. I carried my weak body out of his room and down the stairs I went.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Mike’s number. It rang four times before he picked up.
“H-Hello,” he stuttered. Fuck, I think he was sleeping. The clock now read 12:56 am.
“M-Mike. I n-need you to c-come pick me up.”
He let out a sigh. “Oh shit. You’re wasted aren’t you? Damn it Copeland, you’re not suppose to have that many!”
“Can y-you come get m-me?”
“Yeah, just stay put. I’ll be there.”
“Ok, hurry.”
*Mike’s POV*
“Ok, hurry,” she said hanging up the phone.
I shot up out of my bed and got dressed. I slipped on my black Vans and walked out of the room. I tripped on my own feet trying to shut the door behind me and I think I heard someone wake up. Fuck. I didn’t want anyone waking up to know where I was going.
“Where are you going this late, Mike?” Tony said sitting up in his bed.
Shit. “I’m going to a party for a little.”
“You got up out of bed to go to a party? You must be crazy. You're the heaviest sleeper I know. What‘s the real reason?”
I didn’t feel like making up excuses. “I’m going to a party…to pick up Copeland.”
“Copeland? She’s at a party this late?” He got up from his bed.
"Umm, yeah."
"Do her parents know?"
I nodded. “ Her dad does. She can’t really get a ride from anyone else because I guarantee you that the whole place is fucked up.”
“Is she wasted?”
“God, ummm, don’t tell her dad please?” I wasn’t actually going to tell on her. I was just threatening her so she wouldn’t do anything.
“She’s wasted?! Fuck, I’m coming with you.” He jumped out of bed and threw on his shoes and his Key Street snapback.
We shuffled to the car and sped off to the party.
---
I dialed her number. Come on, come on, pick up the phone!
“Mike?”
“Stand outside, we’re coming right now. Don’t go back in the house, just wait outside where I can see you,” I ordered.
“We’re?”
“Tony is with me.”
“I c-can barely make it to the door. I can’t even st-stand straight.”
“We’re on our way. I’m almost there.”
“Don’t hang up though. Keep me awake please. I think I might p-pass out.”
I handed the phone to Tony so I could concentrate on driving. “Cope, it’s Tony, you there?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“We’re turning in the street so just hold tight. Try to stand outside so I can point you out. Mike is driving like a maniac and I’m so surprised we didn’t get pulled over.”
“Ok, p-please hurry. I don’t feel good.”
---
“She’s right there!” Tony yelled pointing to Copeland.
“Copeland, you there still?”
“Yeah,” Copeland said through the phone. “Are you here?”
“Yeah, see the car? I’m looking right at you.”
“Uhh, yeah I see it.”
She started wobbling her way to the car. She was right. She could barely stand on her own two feet.
“Tony get out of the car and help her. I swear she’s about to fall. Another foot forward and she’ll pass out. I can feel it.”
*Tony’s POV*
I jumped out of the car and ran my way over to Copeland. She staggered her way to the car but fell shortly approaching it.
I reached her destination. “Damn, you’re wasted as fuck.” I carried her wedding style over to the car, hoping nobody saw me. I hinted that Mike was pissed. He had his hand on the wheel ready to zoom the hell out of here.
I placed her gently in the back seat and hopped in the car. Mike drove at super speedy limits. I pulled her closer to me and rested her head on my chest. I pecked her a kiss on the cheek and ran my fingers through her soft hair.
“We can’t take her home like this,” I said towards Mike.
“You’re right. Her dad will kill me.”
“You?!”
“Us! Whatever. And the people at the party. But I was the one who drove her so I’m responsible.”
I nodded. “Cope, you’re sleeping at our place. Your dad will fucking kill Mike if he sees you like this.”
*Copeland’s POV*
I heard everything that Tony said. But I didn’t feel like talking. I hated how drunk I was. I inhaled a lot of smoke too. Those bastards didn’t even care to smoke outside.
And Bryan? He’s such an ass. He tried taking advantage of me while I was hung over. Sexual assault perhaps? I wouldn’t take it like that but it didn’t feel good. I was really starting to like him. And now, I don’t even know anymore.
I’m glad that Tony came along with Mike. He’s always there for me. He comes through for a lot of shit that I need. I’m also glad that Mike didn’t rub it in my face and say some bullshit like “I told you so.” I really hate that.
I honestly have the best of friends that come through for me. The people that I can always count on are my boys in Pierce the Veil.
“We’re home,” Mike blurted. “Oh yeah, and uh…Cope?”
I opened my eyes for a second before I passed out on Tony's shoulder. “I told you so.”
I spent the next couple hours planning out how I wanted my day to go. I made a list and I’m bringing it with me to the party. I will check them off as I go.
-pick outfit
-do hair
-do makeup
-extras?
-get dropped off
-help Bryan decorate
-talk w/ him?
-have fun at party (try not to drink too much)
-go home happy(:
It was now 5 pm. I had 2 hours before I left the house.
I pulled out my list; pick out outfit. That took about half hour of my time. Shit. Not good. I checked it off. I pulled from my closet a plain, pink top with black skinnies and my pink Vans. I also grabbed my black leather jacket just in case it would get cold at night.
It’s blazing hot during the day and I don’t like the feeling of wearing shorts to often because I hate my legs. I’m pretty tall. I’m just like Andy Biersack. I have Giselle legs. Speaking of him, I met him and he’s pretty cool. Kind of a douche, but cool. He also has the prettiest eyes if I may bring it up. They’re so blue, no joke!
Anywho, back to my plan!
For my hair, all I did was straighten it. It didn’t need to be fancy and all. Check. I applied my makeup and accessories. Check.
It was now 6:50 pm. I was so ready for this party and I looked amazing, I wasn’t gonna lie.
I went downstairs, shoving Bryan’s address and my list in the pocket of my jacket.
“Oooooo,” Jesse pointed at the sight of me, saying “oooo” in his high-pitched voice.
My dad turned around and went wide eyed. “Wow Copeland, you look beautiful baby,” he said flashing me a smile.
“Thanks, dad.” I looked down at my outfit, making sure there were no stains because Jesse, being the weirdo that he is, kept staring down at me. It was kind of creeping me out. I looked at Jesse.
“Umm…Jesse?”
He shot his head up. “Yeah?”
I spun my finger around in a circular motion towards my face. “I…I’m up..here.”
“Oh yeah, I knew that.”
Yeah, I’m sure ya did. “Well I’m ready to go.”
“Yeah, about that,” my dad paused for a brief second. “I don’t think I can take you. I, too, have plans with the band later.”
You have got to be kidding me! “So what does that mean? I can’t go?”
“No, it just means that you have to find a ride.”
“I can get Mike to take me? He won’t mind.” As long as he doesn’t try to come down with me and ask for a drink, it’s all good.
“Alright, have fun baby. Don’t come home too late! I’m warning you.”
---
“So there are going to be douche bags, drinking, chicks, chicks in bikinis, smoking, chicks, loud music, chicks-”
“Yes Michael Christopher! There will be chicks!” I shouted as he turned into Sebring Court. “So you can’t say anything to my dad because I told him that it’s a senior’s party for only girls. That’s why he’s letting me go. If he knew that there are going to be boys, he’d kill me.”
“I won’t breath a word.”
“Don’t even breath,” I mumbled under my breath.
“I fucking heard you ya know,” he spat out.
“Sooorrryyyy,” I lied. But no really I was sorry.
We pulled in the driveway. “Is this it?”
I looked at the address one more time. “2640 Second Street; Sebring Court. Yeah, this is it.” Damn, he had a huge fucking house! He could fit hundreds of people in here and I’m talking like b-ball players.
There was someone standing outside the door.
“Is that him?” Mike asked me, pointing from the wind shield.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “That’s him.”
He gave me a disgusted look. “He’s a white boy?” Mike winked. “But Ewww Copeland, come on! You can do so much better.”
I turned to him. “So what? Your girlfriend Frenchi is Irish!”
“She’s Irish and Spanish! So technically I wouldn’t talk if I were you.”
“Whatever,” I got out of the car. “See ya, Mikey.”
“Hey wait, before you go,” he motioned for me to come closer. He whispered, “Don’t fucking do anything with him or any boys or I’ll tell your dad. I’m serious right now. Drink a little, not too much, and don’t smoke. It’s bad for you.”
“Do you hear yourself? You drink and smoke all the time Mr.MikeyWhiskeyHands,” I said emphasizing the last part.
“I’m a grown ass man. You’re not.”
I folded my arms across my chest and gave him a dirty look.
“Obviously you’re not a man, but what I meant was, you’re a young lady. Act like one at least. You’re still growing and you have so much to learn still.”
Ok Einstein. “Got it,” I nodded.
“What no hug or nothing before I leave?”
I placed my hands on my hips. “Mike…”
“Ok whatever, damn! Teenagers. Have fun. Don’t fuck around, smoke, or drink too much. Boys are assholes, don‘t forget,” he said backing out of the driveway. “Tootles!” he laughed driving away.
Boys are assholes I thought to myself. That’s exactly what Tony said to me on the first day of school.
---
I helped Bryan decorate the living room. His house was a mansion on the inside, let alone the outside was breath taking.
I pulled out the neon-colored lights he had in a box. “So why the neon lights?” I asked.
“Because it’s gonna get dark around when people start to show up so the bright lights signal a comforting club welcome.”
“Comforting club welcome?”
“Yeah, my parents aren’t gonna be home until Sunday so I decided I was gonna have this party.” He’s always so confident with his answers. “So you gonna help me with these lights or what?” he smiled.
I handed him the blue one first. When he turned around to hook it up, I pulled out my list and checked off two more things. Get dropped off and help Bryan decorate around the house.
---
8:30, the time ticked. “People will start to stroll in any time soon,” Bryan smiled at me, plopping himself on the couch. “We still have half hour left to ourselves.”
“Yeah, I know,” I returned the smile. I looked around the house to remove the presence of awkwardness.
He bit his bottom lip. “You do know you can sit down right? I’m not gonna bite you.”
According to Mike and Tony, and probably everyone else that loved me, “I’m not gonna bite you” means the complete opposite.
“That’s ok. I’m fine standing.”
He shot me killer smile and chuckled. “Don’t even trip, Danielle. I know you wanna sit.” Woah, I almost forgot that I was Danielle with people from school. He reached for my hand that was by my side. “Sit by me,” he said making a puppy-dog face.
I couldn’t resist it. “Ok ok,” I laughed, jumping on the cushion next to him. “You have a really nice house by the way.”
“Thanks… by the way,” he mocked me. He put his arm around me. I started to feel butterflies in my stomach. The same butterflies I felt when Tony fell on top of me that night he was supposedly teaching me how to fly. And it felt, GOOD.
I was so caught off guard that I didn’t even realize he was speaking to me. “What did you say?”
“I said do you want something to eat before everyone arrives…”
“What do you have?” Damn, that’s rude. I should’ve just said yes.
He got up and walked over to the fridge. He yanked it open and there was a variety of food and drinks. From pizza rolls to pigs in a blanket, to Mountain Dew and Sprite. Eww Sprite. I hated that one. It tasted like water to me.
I got up and walked over to him. He said, “What would you like? I have almost every drink in here so pick which one you want.”
“Do you have coke by any chance?”
“Coming right up.” He stuck his hand through the refreshment section of the fridge and pulled out a coke, just for me.
He was a real gentlemen. I’m starting to like the way he is with the ladies. “Thanks, Bryan.”
“Don’t even mention it,” he winked.
---
Two cars pulled in at once. Then more and more right after them. It was already dark outside and I was actually tired. It was abnormal for me to be tired at this time. I guess I just need to wake up a little bit. Me and Bryan just sat down and talked until we got bored so we flipped on the TV.
Yeah, some loud music and liquor might wake me up.
I asked Bryan if his friend came in with the drinks yet. He pointed to the cooler in the kitchen because I couldn’t really hear him if he tried talking. The music was blasting and I could barely hear myself think.
I pushed a couple drunk girls to the side so I could get through. I opened the cooler and there had to be about 100 alcoholic beverages in it. I didn’t know which one to pull out so I closed my eyes and reached my hand down into the ice. I landed on the one in the corner, which happened to be Whiskey. Wow, just my luck. MikeyWhiskeyHands was the first thing I thought of. I felt like he was watching me. Why else would I pull Whiskey from the cooler? It’s like a sign telling me not to drink too much or he’ll tell on me.
I popped open the cap and gulped half of it down in one shot. Before I knew it, I was down to 4 beers and one whiskey drink. I have never felt so damn light-headed since that day I fell in the alley.
I wobbled my way upstairs, getting away from the loud music and flashing lights everywhere. I just needed to lay down and close my eyes for a couple minutes. I tumbled on the bed of someone’s room. I think it was Bryan’s. I turned over to check the clock but my eyes were so blurry from drinking and being tired that I couldn’t read it clearly. I think it read 12:31 am. I am so in trouble. I was suppose to be home by now. But I can’t go home. I’m too wasted to even move.
I heard someone coming up stairs. If my eyes aren’t deceiving me, Bryan was standing in the door way of his room, staring at me.
He rushed over to me. “Are you ok?”
“I’m so fucked up,” I chocked out.
He laid next to me on the bed. He stroked my cheek and kissed my forehead. I hope he doesn’t have on his mind what all boys do when a girl is drunk and helpless at this hour. I obviously can’t defend myself like this. He pulled my body closer to him. He started pecking little kisses here and there, all over my neck.
“Bryan, wh-what are you doing?” I stammered. He ignored my question and continued kissing my neck, leaving deeper kisses this time. “B-Bryan…Bryan stop.” He wouldn’t budge. He tried lifting my shirt. I yelled. “Bryan, stop! Get off of me!” I pushed him away with all my might and jumped up out of his bed. I carried my weak body out of his room and down the stairs I went.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Mike’s number. It rang four times before he picked up.
“H-Hello,” he stuttered. Fuck, I think he was sleeping. The clock now read 12:56 am.
“M-Mike. I n-need you to c-come pick me up.”
He let out a sigh. “Oh shit. You’re wasted aren’t you? Damn it Copeland, you’re not suppose to have that many!”
“Can y-you come get m-me?”
“Yeah, just stay put. I’ll be there.”
“Ok, hurry.”
*Mike’s POV*
“Ok, hurry,” she said hanging up the phone.
I shot up out of my bed and got dressed. I slipped on my black Vans and walked out of the room. I tripped on my own feet trying to shut the door behind me and I think I heard someone wake up. Fuck. I didn’t want anyone waking up to know where I was going.
“Where are you going this late, Mike?” Tony said sitting up in his bed.
Shit. “I’m going to a party for a little.”
“You got up out of bed to go to a party? You must be crazy. You're the heaviest sleeper I know. What‘s the real reason?”
I didn’t feel like making up excuses. “I’m going to a party…to pick up Copeland.”
“Copeland? She’s at a party this late?” He got up from his bed.
"Umm, yeah."
"Do her parents know?"
I nodded. “ Her dad does. She can’t really get a ride from anyone else because I guarantee you that the whole place is fucked up.”
“Is she wasted?”
“God, ummm, don’t tell her dad please?” I wasn’t actually going to tell on her. I was just threatening her so she wouldn’t do anything.
“She’s wasted?! Fuck, I’m coming with you.” He jumped out of bed and threw on his shoes and his Key Street snapback.
We shuffled to the car and sped off to the party.
---
I dialed her number. Come on, come on, pick up the phone!
“Mike?”
“Stand outside, we’re coming right now. Don’t go back in the house, just wait outside where I can see you,” I ordered.
“We’re?”
“Tony is with me.”
“I c-can barely make it to the door. I can’t even st-stand straight.”
“We’re on our way. I’m almost there.”
“Don’t hang up though. Keep me awake please. I think I might p-pass out.”
I handed the phone to Tony so I could concentrate on driving. “Cope, it’s Tony, you there?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“We’re turning in the street so just hold tight. Try to stand outside so I can point you out. Mike is driving like a maniac and I’m so surprised we didn’t get pulled over.”
“Ok, p-please hurry. I don’t feel good.”
---
“She’s right there!” Tony yelled pointing to Copeland.
“Copeland, you there still?”
“Yeah,” Copeland said through the phone. “Are you here?”
“Yeah, see the car? I’m looking right at you.”
“Uhh, yeah I see it.”
She started wobbling her way to the car. She was right. She could barely stand on her own two feet.
“Tony get out of the car and help her. I swear she’s about to fall. Another foot forward and she’ll pass out. I can feel it.”
*Tony’s POV*
I jumped out of the car and ran my way over to Copeland. She staggered her way to the car but fell shortly approaching it.
I reached her destination. “Damn, you’re wasted as fuck.” I carried her wedding style over to the car, hoping nobody saw me. I hinted that Mike was pissed. He had his hand on the wheel ready to zoom the hell out of here.
I placed her gently in the back seat and hopped in the car. Mike drove at super speedy limits. I pulled her closer to me and rested her head on my chest. I pecked her a kiss on the cheek and ran my fingers through her soft hair.
“We can’t take her home like this,” I said towards Mike.
“You’re right. Her dad will kill me.”
“You?!”
“Us! Whatever. And the people at the party. But I was the one who drove her so I’m responsible.”
I nodded. “Cope, you’re sleeping at our place. Your dad will fucking kill Mike if he sees you like this.”
*Copeland’s POV*
I heard everything that Tony said. But I didn’t feel like talking. I hated how drunk I was. I inhaled a lot of smoke too. Those bastards didn’t even care to smoke outside.
And Bryan? He’s such an ass. He tried taking advantage of me while I was hung over. Sexual assault perhaps? I wouldn’t take it like that but it didn’t feel good. I was really starting to like him. And now, I don’t even know anymore.
I’m glad that Tony came along with Mike. He’s always there for me. He comes through for a lot of shit that I need. I’m also glad that Mike didn’t rub it in my face and say some bullshit like “I told you so.” I really hate that.
I honestly have the best of friends that come through for me. The people that I can always count on are my boys in Pierce the Veil.
“We’re home,” Mike blurted. “Oh yeah, and uh…Cope?”
I opened my eyes for a second before I passed out on Tony's shoulder. “I told you so.”
Notes
*Frenchi is indeed Irish and Spanish! she told me via Tumblr;**title credit: MikeyWhiskeyHands aka Mike Fuentes!
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