All teenagers experiment. It's a part of life, it's the kind of rite of passage no amount of weird powers and training schedules can really circumvent entirely. The more Reginald tried to put the reins on the kids, the more Klaus rebelled. Study more? Nah, he'd rather play video games. Curfew? Please, he'll be home at 1am, thanks. Klaus does what he wants, when he wants, within a very peculiar sort of parameters. It doesn't help Reginald's view of him as a disappointment, but after a person hears something so much, they start to believe it. Live up and into that descriptor so that at least it can never be a lie.
And that's exactly what Klaus did.
He met people and made friends with an ease most would envy. At the movie theater, at the arcade, at a coffee shop. Klaus could go anywhere and meet someone new to hang out with. It's how he ended up at the parties he always seemed to be at. Pretty girls and prettier boys, loud music, drinks no one bothered asking how they got their hands on always flowing, and a number of other various party favors floating around. Klaus mostly drank or smoked weed, but sometimes he'd take pills. When people had something interesting to take, at least.
Sometimes, he'd stay out and just not show back up at home until breakfast the next morning (no one can blame him, Mom's waffles are the best), passed out on a couch somewhere far, far away from the torment of home. Others, he would try to sneak back in, unnoticed, at far too late of an hour. Sneaking is a lot harder to do when you're some brand of intoxicated though, and when the house is quiet as a graveyard (for other people), it seems like every noise that's made is a hundred times louder than it should be.
{And I swear you're just like a pill, 'stead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill
And that's exactly what Klaus did.
He met people and made friends with an ease most would envy. At the movie theater, at the arcade, at a coffee shop. Klaus could go anywhere and meet someone new to hang out with. It's how he ended up at the parties he always seemed to be at. Pretty girls and prettier boys, loud music, drinks no one bothered asking how they got their hands on always flowing, and a number of other various party favors floating around. Klaus mostly drank or smoked weed, but sometimes he'd take pills. When people had something interesting to take, at least.
Sometimes, he'd stay out and just not show back up at home until breakfast the next morning (no one can blame him, Mom's waffles are the best), passed out on a couch somewhere far, far away from the torment of home. Others, he would try to sneak back in, unnoticed, at far too late of an hour. Sneaking is a lot harder to do when you're some brand of intoxicated though, and when the house is quiet as a graveyard (for other people), it seems like every noise that's made is a hundred times louder than it should be.