After school,
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The school day was over for the bandmates and they decided to travel back to their home, but Gilda and Lightning Dust had decided to check out the city together and left the others alone during the walk, so it was just Heart Strings, Garble, and Starlight. The others, mainly Garble, made comments about how they should just kiss and get it over with.
Garble was pissed, he didn't think highly of Starlight, but at least Heart Strings was there as well. Garble looked at who he considered was his best friend. Strings currently was wearing a gray long sleeve shirt, all shirts he had were long sleeve for some reason, light blue skinny jeans with a chain coming out of the pocket, and gray canvas shoes with white soles. He wasn't ripped, but he wasn't frail. He was skinny, mind you, but not unhealthily skinny. His wild white hair only distinct from his pale white skin because it protruded in many directions and reached the top of his shoulder blades.
Garble looked over at his current source of anger. Starlight was currently ranting about her most recent "exploits" in the fight for feminism, which were over a week ago and barely substantial at best. Garble felt like she was being a feminist just for a higher opinion of herself and fake people pissed him off. After more incoherent words from Starlight, Garble's meager amount of patience faded away. He yelled out, "Just shut up already! I don't care!"
"Geez. What a scene. You could've just asked nicely..." Starlight swore she saw Garble foam slightly.
"Seriously!? You could've just nicely SHUT YOUR TRAP!" Garble mocked Starlight voice until he yelled out, drawing attention to the yellow haired, red skinned, teenager with a short mohawk (his sides weren't shaven off), in a black tee, dark blue jeans, and black canvas shoes with black soles. This yell got Strings' attention and he took off his headphones in the middle of a Neighvana (Nirvana) song.
Strings sighed, "What is it this time?" He rubbed his temples.
"She wont shut up!" Garble growled out. He crossed his arms and a scowl appeared on his face.
"And Garble is being rude. Just. Plain. Rude." Starlight pouted while pointing at Garble.
Strings just sighed, "You know, at first this was funny, but it's just annoying now. You're acting like children." Strings put his hands on his hips and slightly changed his stance. "Now you two are gonna go to this-" Strings looked at a sign, "-Sweet Shoppe and are gonna calm down. Then you can go home. As for me, I'll go to the apartment."
"What! No fair!" The two youngest members of Paybak said in unison. Their eyes widened in unison as they spoke.
"See ya!" Strings turned and saw them one las time. Starlight had chosen to go with her light blue shirt, dark purple thigh length skirt and light blue slides. "Try not to kill each other!"
With that he left his friends on their impromptu bonding session. He chuckled to himself because he low-key wanted his two friends to get together.
***
Strings walked into the apartment and was greeted by silence. He smiled in relief and stretched. "Peace and quiet! Finally!" He walked into his room and basked in a pungent oily herb smell. He breathed in the glorious smell and breathed out.
Strings looked at the mirror ln his wall. He saw himself and took off his shirt revealing a white tee with a heart being stabbed by two jagged eighth notes that were connected. He looked at his right arm. He had a vibrant tatoo scaling up, down, and around his arm until it was concealed by his sleeve. He put on his gray long sleeve again and made his way to his bathroom.
He stared at his reflection again. He smiled at himself. He seemed so happy. Strings opened his medicine cabinet which was located behind his mirror. He grabbed a bottle that read Phenelzine. He unscrewed the top and took a pill. Strings swallowed it and placed the bottle back. He whispered, "Sometimes I wish I could take the entire bottle and the process would speed up." He looked at an empty bottle that had once stored pills, but he had thrown out the contents of because of the side effects. It read Meperidine. He really didn't want to take "drug store heroin" as it was affectionately called. Lastly, he looked at the rest of the bottles. He had so many prescriptions he had to alternate them, so he wouldn't OD.
Strings closed the cabinet and the face that looked back was tired beyond belief. He turned and went to his drawer. He pulled out a white paper and a bag full of green plants. He took out the plants and put them onto the paper. He rolled it up and grabbed his lighter. One light and deep breath inward and outward later the room was filled with smoke. Thank goodness he got rid of the fire alarms ages ago. He stood up from his bed and grabbed the acoustic guitar in his closet. He sat down on a bean bag chair and started to play.