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The minute Cliff slammed the door to the apartment shut Scott knew what was coming for him. He had since they left the police apartment. Cliff’s silence the whole walk back home spoke itself.
“Hey,” Kirk rushed over to the two from the couch, “they let you guys go?” he asked innocently, fidgeting with his hands. Scott took in that Kirk was literally shaking like a chihuahua. Probably scared to shit when the cops came to sweep the apartment and he was the only one there.
“Yeah, they did. Thankfully !” He said, bolding the ‘thankfully’ and glaring at Scott. He scoffed and went to Kirk’s bed and lifted the mattress and pulled out the big bag of weed.
“Wait, what happened?” Kirk asked, looking between Cliff and Scott.
“I wanted to go buy a new fucking Walkman and these three pigs pile out of a pig car, told us ‘you’re under arrest for carrying illegal substances’,” he mocked by making his voice go deeper, “took us down to the station, stripped us both down to our underwear, locked us up in separate cells which were literal fucking concrete! Spend like an hour going through our stuff, came got me out, questioned me where the drugs were while I was still in my fucking underwear, I told them where we were staying. Told me to get dressed, then like...twelve of us drove down here and they swept the whole place for three fucking hours, didn’t find the weed. They took me back, we got Scott and told us to head to the Captain’s office so he can apologize for the false accusations. Then this little shit right here,” he said pointing at Scott, “started yelling at the bastard, called him a pig and prick, cursed his mother, grandmother and aunt, told him to fuck himself and I’m surprised he didn’t tell ‘em the weed was under your mattress,” Cliff explained while rolling up three joints. Kirk just chuckled, happy that they were lucky enough to getaway.
Scott rolled his eyes at Cliff’s statement about him. “Don’t get mad at me! Dude and his cops were fucking bastards and you know that.”
Cliff just shrugged and handed him a joint and the lighter.
“Whatever, at least they didn’t lock us up again.”
“You call Lars and James to let them know what happened?” Scott asked, noticing that Kirk visibly relaxed.
Kirk just shook his head, holding his joint between his two fingers. “No, I tried calling that place they were doing that meet and greet shit but the lady at the front desk said that they had already left like hours ago,” Kirk explained, taking a huff from the joint.
“Probably went to a strip club or something,” Scott commented and went to the bathroom to have a very much needed hot shower.
Cliff was silent for a couple of minutes before he turned to Kirk and chuckled.
“What?” Kirk asked.
“Nothing, I’m just pissed off,” he said, turning around to find the ashtray.
“I know me too, man. Fucking stereotypical pricks, just because we’re men with long hair doesn’t mean that we’re all stoners. It’s like saying all women with short hair are lesbians,” Kirk complained, taking a big huff out of his joint. (Not a stoner huh?)
“Not mad about that,” Cliff said.
“Then what are you mad about?” Kirk asked with a smirk, knowing damn well that Cliff was going to make some dumb joke.
“I didn’t get my fucking Walkman!” Cliff complained and Kirk wheezed. Cliff rolled his eyes at him and rolled himself another joint. Kirk lit his off and started stripping to go to bed. He kept his tank top and underwear on and rolled under the covers, pushing himself closer to the wall so Scott would have room to bunk with him since there were only two beds and five of them. Three is Lars and James picked up a chick.
After twenty minutes or so Scott finished up in the bathroom and got out, already changed with clean clothes to sleep in. Cliff lit off his fourth, or fifth, joint and grabbed his stuff, heading to the shower. Neither of the three wanted to eat anything, they were all so stressed that they would be sick if they ate anything.
Scoot looked over at Kirk’s bed, seeing how the smaller man made room for him on his bed. At that Scott softly smiled, thinking that he was too damn lucky to be hanging out with these guys. Yeah, his band at home was fun and all, but Metallica kicked ass! Their bassist kicked ass. So did their guitarist. And their vocalist. And their drum-.
I mean, Lars isn’t the best drummer out there, but dude has a good ear when it comes to music. And is stubborn as hell, which is how Metallica is always able to find the best studios for the best prices. Because Lars threatens and has something against everyone.
But back to Metallica and Anthrax. I preferred hanging out with these guys than my own band. They just had this thing about them. Something special. Especially Kirk and Cliff. It’s like they were made for one another. The perfect duo. And the three of us were like the perfect trio. I mean look how we dodged a bullet today! The three musketeers!
Scott thought to himself.
He was cut out of his trace of though when Kirk spoke up, “Are you going to come and sleep or are you going to stand there like a statue all night?”
“Sorry,” Scott said, “you sure you want me to bunk with you? I can just take the couch,” he suggested and Kirk looked up.
“No, it’s fine. Besides, when I slept on the couch last night my back hurt like shit the whole day. If James and Lars decide to show up at like 3 am let the fuckers have the couch,” Kirk stated, plopping his head back down on the pillow. Scott shrugged and got in bed beside Kirk, closing the lamp on the bedside table beside him. Soon, he and Kirk fell sound asleep, both unaware of their unauthorized spectator.
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Cliff got out the shower, drying his hair off with a towel and slipping on a pair of boxers. He folded his dirty clothes that he could still wear for one day before he started to smell like a toilet and made his way to the shared bedroom. He set his clothes on his suitcase on the side of the bed and made his way to Kirk’s bed. He was fine with bunking with the smaller man, letting Scott have his bed. Poor kid got the couch last night, which is literally a bed of nails. He wasn’t going to admit it, but he liked being around Kirk’s presence a lot. It made him feel as if he was his guardian because of how small Kirk was. It made him feel strong when he was around Kirk because he always felt the need to protect the kid. Not only that, he kinda had the hots for Kirk.
He got under Kirk’s covers and threw his hand over the smaller man’s waist. Although his hand just fell down on the mattress, and the weight of Kirk he expected beside him wasn’t there. He started to feel around the bed with his arm and noticed he was lying by himself. He turned around to his bed and didn’t see the silhouette of anyone in his bed. Where was Kirk and Scott?
Now he was starting to get worried. “Kirk? Scott?” Cliff called out, getting up and heading to the living room. He didn’t make it to the living room though, because everything blacked out when he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head.