The party had picked up. Everyone looked like they were enjoying their time and for some reason Brayden really began to feel like he didn't belong there. He knew Noah would bite his head off in the morning for missing this damn thing, but at that moment he didn't care. He could lie and say he was there just hanging out with other people. Noah would never know the difference. Brayden went towards the alcohol, he needed more beer and more beer he was going to get. He grabbed four and turned back in the direction of the exit. Before leaving the party completely, he turned and stared at the scene once more. Teenagers drinking, laughing, having fun took his sight. He was 19 years old, still a teenager himself. But he didn't feel like a part of them. No he felt older, he felt like... his father. He looked at the beer in his hands, the little voice in his head telling him to put it down and join the party. Be a normal person for once and not a drunken idiot, not your father. Instead, he seem to grip the beer tighter as if someone was trying to take it from him. This wasn't his scene, he wasn't the teenager that could enjoy these type of things. He hasn't been in four years and he wished people would understand that. Especially Noah. After all Noah was suppose to get that, he knew the shit he went through with his father. He had to grow up and be his father's life line. But when he couldn't take it any more, he had to get out. Apparently taking the need for alcohol with him. He looked over at Noah, deep in conversation with the people around him. He looked at everyone else once again. Enjoying themselves, like the care free teenagers they were. Yeah, he didn't belong there. Not today, not tomorrow and if he was for sure, not ever.
