*Carry On*

***Jimmy's POV***

"Los Vegas baby!" I sing-yell as I drag my suitcase behind me. People turn and look at me and all I do is continue to sing the phrase over again.

"This unfortunately isn't a joy trip!" Zacky grunts behind me.

"Yeah, hopefully a week In Vegas will bring Haner out of his partying rampage and back to getting ready for tour," Matt sighs. I roll my eyes.

"You guys are party poopers, really," I say before I run down the hall to the check in counter, leaving Matt, Zacky, and Johnny behind. As I reach the counter, a beautiful red head looks up at me. I lean on the counter and throw a wink at her. "Hey there beautiful," I say as Matt puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss, but we need your first flight out to Los Vegas. We have a family emergency," Matt says, giving the woman his flirtatious smile.

I roll my eyes and back up, looking around at other people. They guys are being lame and just don't get any of this. There is nothing wrong with a little party, specially of it helps you get over some bitch. I looking around, hoping to find someone else to amuse me. Everyone seems too busy going about their daily business to be worried about anyone else. How fucking boring! I yawn and lean against the pillar, lazily stretching out and pulling my aviators over my eyes.

My phone rings and I quickly look down at the caller ID. It reads, 'Kaylyn Rizzo calling'. I smile before answering the phone. "I knew you'd come around and realize I was the man of your dreams," I say, not even saying hello. "We can get married when--"

"Jimmy," she interjects. Her voice sounds urgent and panicked. I slowly stand up straight listening to her frantic words. "I need your help...it-it's Brian."

I bite my bottom lip and walk a few more feet away from they guys as Kaylyn tells me about how she found Brian. I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. Damn it Brian, I told you not to do anything I wouldn't do! But...I would get drunk and high in his situation....well fuck, he has done what I would do. So should I be proud or frightened?

"He's just pasted out here in the middle of the floor! The drug dealer fled! What the hell do I do?" Kaylyn cries into the phone. I bite my lip and let out a small sigh. "I can't call 911 because it will be all over the news. Zacky and Matt are going to kill me!"

"Breath, he probably just passed out, it's normal. Does he have a pulse? Can you find a package from what he took?" I ask, remaining calm. I have seen Brian do this multiple times in my life and usually his body shuts down before he does too much damage. Hopefully Brian didn't push his body's limits because of his anger.

I hear Kaylyn drop the phone as she moves to check for the pulse and packaging. I can tell she is crying from the sniffing coming through the speaker. I feel bad that I'm not there to help, but I know she can handle this.

"Jimmy, who the hell are you talking to?" Zacky calls, waving me over toward the waiting area. I wave a hand at him as Kaylyn picks the phone back up. "Come on, we board in fifteen minutes. We need to get to our gate."

"Be there in a minute," I call and take a few more steps away. The last thing we need is for Zack and Matt to hear about this. They would kill both Kaylyn and Brian.

"His pulse is really weak," she cried into my ear. I pull the phone back away from my ear as she speaks. "And-and he took something called Magic E."

"Fuck," I sigh, knowing that Magic E is Brian's drug of choice when he wants to be out for days.

"Is he dying? His pulse is getting harder to find!" Kaylyn cries, her voice telling me that she is freaking out.
I look up and see Matt coming towards me. That bastard was trying to hurry me along. I don't have much time.

"Just breath damn it!" I hiss so that the others won't hear. "Take him in the bathroom, strip him down, and put him in an ice bath. Then go to the mini bar and find a bottle of the cheapest whiskey and hold it under his nose. He should wake up," I say quickly.

"But what did he take?"

"He has taken it before. It's ecstasy that basically makes you hibernate in your high with wicked awesome hallucinations. Gates should be fine, I gotta go. I call you when we land." I say as fast as I can before hanging up. I'm not sure she even heard me, but hopefully she won't do anything stupid.

"What the hell are you doing, Jimmy?" Matt asks from behind me. I shrug and pick up my bag and head towards the gate.

Matt quickly matches my stride and looks sideways at me. "Was that Haner? Do you know which hotel he is staying at?"

I sigh, knowing that this is the last thing Brian needs. I will play dumb so that Kaylyn has some time to get Brian back on his feet. "Nope, that was Grandma Haner."

Matt punches me in the arm and laughs. "Bullshit, Grandma Haner is dead."

"She's what?!" I scream, making people around me jump. "How could you say that to me here of all places!?" I can't help but laugh as people walk by, gawking at me in the guys. I might as well give them something to look at.

Matt laughs and claps me on the shoulder as Zacky rolls his eyes. Man I love fucking with these guys.

"Asshole. But seriously where is Haner?"

Notes

Poor Kaylyn, how did she deal with Jimmy's rushed directions? What is Brian hallucinating? Hmmm....any ideas? Is he going to say anything in his high and drunken stupor?