tow the confession [Derek]

[Warren Moretti]

Maybe going out with people to drink the same day you met them was not a really good idea. But Warren wasn't really the smartest kid around. So, three hours after meeting a bunch of guys and girls, they were all on someone's garage getting drunk. When the voices around him were starting to have an echo, Warren decided it was better for him to leave. He walked around the streets, not really sure where the hell he was. When he saw the school, he grinned and made his way towards it. His parents were not going to be very happy if he arrived on his happy mood, so he would have to sleep on a friend's room.

He got to the door and looked at it for a minute. Lissa was going to seriously scold him and even slap him on the head. That was not going to be good the next day. The other person he could call was Derek. Yeah, his friend would surely let him sleep in his dorm. Taking out his cell phone, Warren called about three people before getting the right number. Derek's familiar voicemail greeted Warren. He grinned and leaned against the door. "Dereeeeeeeeeek... I’m here at the dorms' door... no, I’m not drunk." He laughed at his own lie. Of course he was drunk; anyone with half a brain could figure that out. "Well... just a little bit, I promise... um, can you, can you come for me? I seriously can't even walk straight anymore... I just, I just need a place to stay for the night." He knew how his friend sometimes was. Pouting, Warren looked at the door and got a bit angry at nothing. "If you don't come for me I’ll start yelling." Hanging up, he looked around and thought about what to do while Derek arrived.

Derek's message was not making Warren happy. He glared at the phone and shook his fist in the air. "Shut up and come for me." He was aware that it was just a voice message, but he wanted to do that. Stupid Derek, thinking Warren could fall on the bushes. He sniffed and turned around, tripping on his own feet and landing on the bushes, just like Derek had said.

[Derek Saporta]

Derek was sitting on his bed in a pair of sweatpants. Athena had gone missing, as usual, so he was hanging around watching tv. The night had grown very dark and had progressed rather quickly. Glancing at the clock it showed that it was already 2 am. Switching the tv off, Derek glanced at his phone and noticed that it was going off. "Warren. What could you possibly have done now?" He smiled to himself as he answered the phone.

His smiled faded as he listened to Warren talk. "You sound... drunk." Of course Warren got defensive and began trying to explain how there was no way he could be drunk. Derek knew better than to argue further and simply said. "Yeah buddy. I'll come down. Just don't fall into the bushes or anything." He hung up his phone and grabbed his key. Seeing as how next to no one would be awake, Derek didn't bother to put a shirt on. His friend needed help and no doubt feared The Wrath of Lissa. Smiling to himself, he opened the door and searched for Warren.

Derek sighed as he spotted him comfortably stuck in a bush. "What did I tell you? I told you don't fall into the bushes. Now come on buddy." Derek held out his hand and waited for Warren to grab it and pull himself out. It was obvious that he was in worse shape than Derek had expected. This should be interesting.

[Warren Moretti]

The bushes were not as uncomfortable as Warren had thought they would be. Sighing, he looked up at the sky and thought about sleeping on the bushes. If Derek didn't arrive soon, he would definitely sleep there. Warren's eyes grew big as his brain started waking up a little bit. He had just called Derek to go for him. Wasn't he trying to avoid being close to his friend? It was his entire fault and the need to go out and get drunk with strangers. Now how was he supposed to act around Derek while he was drunk? Warren knew how he sometimes got while being drunk.

A voice made him forget his worries. He looked at Derek and smiled. Grabbing his friend's hand, Warren got up and kept smiling at Derek. He probably looked like an idiot smiling so much, but the beer in his system was making him happy. "They started it. I swear. I was just standing here and they moved and made me trip." He glared at the bushes and tried kicking them, almost losing his balance. Fortunately, Derek was right beside him and Warren held onto his arm tightly.

It was one of those moments when Warren thanked his parents for making him so small. If he had been a bit taller, both of the boys would have probably ended on the floor. "So, where's your dorm?" Warren grinned and started wobbling to the door. It was moving way too much.

[Derek Saporta]

Derek nodded at his friend. "They just popped up to life and attacked you. I know. Bad bushes." Derek grinned and grabbed Warren's arm as he toppled. "Hey. Come on now. You need to calm down a bit boy. You're going to end up hurting yourself. And you're clearly a bit beyond 'a little bit drunk.' So you lied to me. It's not nice to lie to your friends, Warren Moretti. I also do not approve of liars. Even drunken ones." Not really giving Warren anytime to defend himself, Derek turned him in the direction of the door and pushed him inside the building while a smile slipped onto his face once more.

"My dorm? It's on the third floor. That's three more up." Derek looked at Warren, who was only walking straight due to the fact that Derek had his hands on his friends shoulders. It would have been a funny site to any passerby. The tall and sober Derek Saporta helping the average height and drunk Warren Moretti. Derek would have actually laughed if he weren't concerned about his friend getting sick. Thankfully, he knew the little guy could hold his drinks very well. So his concern was, well honestly, unnecessary. But that didn't mean it didn't exist. "There is NO WAY you'll make it up the stairs, so elevator it is."

Derek turned Warren to the left and lead him towards the elevator in the corner. He pushed the button and looked at Warren. "Who the hell were you drinking with? I happen to know Lissa didn't go out. I certainly didn't go out. ... Were you drinking with strangers again?" Derek raised an eyebrow at him. He'd always kind of known Warren liked to make, well, reckless decisions. Like drinking with people he didn't know. It wasn't safe, but it wouldn't exactly shock him if Warren had done it... again.

[Warren Moretti]

If he hadn't been so drunk, Warren would have probably stopped Derek from leading him to the elevator. He was afraid of them, well, hated them. Those things were too small and the fear of getting stuck inside one was too scary for him. But since his friend already looked upset because of Warren being drunk, the boy decided to not say anything. He looked down at the floor and bit his lip. Derek knew him too damn well. "Yeah... I mean, they were all in the mall and I was alone. They're cool. But I didn't listen to them when they told me I had enough to drink." It was obvious that if Warren didn't listen to his own friends, he wouldn't listen to people he barely knew.

He kept looking down at his shoes and tried to stay focused on them. If he didn’t focus on something, Warren was sure he would end up on the floor. The last thing he needed was Derek to be angry at him for having to pick him up. “I’m sorry.” There were not many people that got a sorry from Warren, especially when he was drunk. The respect he had once had for his parents had disappeared and that word had been reserved for his true friends. But while drunk, Warren tended to make stupid things and not saying sorry. This time, however, he needed to say he was sorry to Derek, but not only because of the state he was in, it was also an apology for what he felt.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Warren made his way to one of the corners and pressed his forehead against the wall. This was one of those times he was not laughing at the psychologist’s techniques of dealing with his phobias. Warren started taking deep breaths and whispering to himself. “Big, open spaces. Big, open spaces.”