(omg sorry this is bad)

People's arrogant statements of you and Paul being rebels just fell on deaf ears, you and him were basically in your own world ever since you two bonded. You and Paul got along too well, had too much in common, and wherever you went, you always asked if he wanted to come.

And yet, you and him always ended up in the same predicament if you weren't busy with your guys' music; getting drunk and fooling around like schoolboys. Whether it be in a bar or at a party, where there were drinks, you especially gravitated towards them.

You and Paul had done so much shit you didn't remember the next day whilst being foolishly intoxicated, much of the things you both did ended up getting you in trouble the next morning.

And lo and behold, that's where you found yourselves right about now; stumbling into eachother and laughing at things that were just not funny. This time it had been from a party, staggering away to get off to fuckery somewhere else just the two of you.

You two had found a park, a clearing with some benches near some trees, so that's where the both of you were sat. That's when you felt Paul sling an arm around your shoulder, maybe for balance.

"You got the extra bottles, yeah...?" He slurred, looking to see if you snagged two extra bottles of beer from the party, like you had promised.