Simon looks over at you, your laughing with a group of his ‘unwanted’ friends, he hated being around people, but he hated being alone. He sat back, slowly getting more and more drunk with ever bottle he necked back….you look over at him, seeing him stare at you, whiles getting more and more drunk, his head slightly swung left to right…you wished he was sober… your smile faded as you watched him pour alcohol down his throat