I had no clue where the hell I was. I woke up in what felt like a dump, an empty street littered with broken wine bottles, and dust all around. The only part that looked alive where the flickering street lights that became dimmer every second.

Moving my fingers felt like agony. Where was I? And how did I get here? My body was aching, and bruises coloured my skin... Oh yeah, I was beatened up by the Ghoulies last night.

Who could blame me, though? I was drunk and dumb, and they were dangerous idiots. No- I was the idiot, eager and desperate for some jingle jangle, anything to forget the pain.

They thought I was a snitch, threw me out of their hang out, and beat me until I was pulp. My insides felt rotten, and my head throbbed. Jeeze.

I tried to get up, but my bones screamed with every inch I moved. Yup, I was going to die here with the rats.

"You okay?" A boy in a black jacket had came over, and he glanced concernly at the sight of me.

"Nope. I feel like I just died, and I can't get up." My hands pressed against the dirty grim and I pushed myself up.

"Ow ow ow ow." The boy took my hand and let me lean against him. He felt warm and I fought the urge to get closer. He smelled of faint soap, and his beanie looked funny.

"Are you drunk?"

"Yes. Maybe. I don't know." My mind felt hazy, and the memories of what took place last night was still a little foggy. I could only remember little details, but nothing specific.

"Ghoulies. I wanted to get some Jingle Jangle, and they beat me up." I blurted out, and looked at his face to see his expression.

Disapproval and annoyance. Yikes. Somehow, I felt bad for making him upset, even though I had just met him. This guy was the type of boy I would try to constantly impress, but fail miserably. Even the cute outcasts never notice me.

"You should never mix with the Ghoulies. Or drugs." He was taking me to a trailer park, and to his little trailer.

"Uh, where are we going?" I asked nervously.

"Relax. I'll help you clean up your wounds, then I'll take you home. Okay?"

It was strange, how his words and presence had comforted me and made me feel more alive than I had ever bee, and I had only known him for five minutes. Then again, I had always felt miserable and alone, in which one one even casted a glance at me.

I nodded. That was fine with me, as long as I didn't go back to that horrible place.

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A/n:

I really want to make this into a book, but it's too much commitment, lol. I can imagine how it'll go already and how the plot is for this one shot. I would call it King of the Clouds or Roaring 20s. Opinions? ^_^

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