Gage's POV

"Wait, you need my help?" I stammer, my hand held in front of me like it could help me focus. I glance at Sammy, she sat on the couch opposite us nodding her head. What could they possibly need my help with? "Why?"

"If I don't leave town Asada is going to kill me..." Olyvya whispers, her soft breath brushing against my skin. Her eyes weren't on me anymore. She watches Sammy. Was she hoping she would hop in and help explain?

"She won't kill you Olyvya..." I shook my head trying to get rid of some of the fog. Grabbing the bag of chips off the table, I rip the bag open before plopping some of the food into my mouth. Hopefully, this would help with my buzz. I thought of Asada, she wouldn't hurt a fly let alone kill someone. My heart froze as my brain realize the thought I just had. Asada wouldn't hurt anyone? For some reason that felt wrong. I must have been missing something. Where had I been the last three days? Who was I with? I couldn't remember anything, but Olyvya had explained to me what happened. Did Asada really kidnap me? I found myself staring at the chips, drifting off into my own thoughts and feelings. Doing anything I could to remember what had happened to me.

"Gage, we are being serious," Sammy pops off. My eyes shot up to the redhead sitting cross-legged on the couch.

"Okay, why do you think she is going to kill Olyvya?" I waved my hands in the air as if I was surrendering. There was no reason to fight with these girls. Honestly, I was happy they were here. I felt comfort in Olyvya sitting next to me on the couch.

"She broke into our house..." Again Olyvya whispered, her hands on her knees now, she was fumbling with the string on the edge of her shorts. I wanted to grab her hand, I wanted to hold her close to me. Even though my heart was beating with happiness that she was here, my brain told me I needed to be scared, I needed to protect her.

"For what?" I could see the frustration on her face. My questions were getting to her and I needed to stop. I knew that and as much as I tried to the alcohol was taking over. I was having a hard time taking this seriously.

"Literally nothing!" She threw her hands up in the air, jumping from the couch. I was getting the feeling that she was going to yell at me. She needed to, I would deserve it. "Gage, she broke into our house just to redecorate, she didn't take anything, she didn't add anything. She just moved everything! Our entire house is the exact opposite." Sammy had removed herself from the couch, jumping up to support her friend. My head hung low, the carpet seems more interesting than what Olyvya was saying.

"Fine, we will just leave," Olyvya mumbles.

I shot off the couch launching across the room to get to her before she left. I grab her arm pulling her into me. Shaking my head as I did so.

"No, I'm sorry, please stay here," I held her close, my face searching hers looking for a sign that she will say yes. "I'm so sorry, I've had too much to drink and I lied to you, I can't remember anything that happened, the last three days have felt like a dream. Please let me help you," I felt flustered, I felt panicked. I felt like I was begging but I wasn't sure what I was begging for.

"Fine," Sammy folds her arms. "We will stay, but you need to take us seriously."

I nod my head. Following the two girls as they walk upstairs to the kitchen. Sammy heads straight for the kitchen, grabbing some stuff out of the fridge before placing it on the counter. I watched carefully as she began to make herself at home. Olyvya stood by her side, watching the snack preparation commence. Her eyes meeting mine every so often, butterflies flying through my stomach.

"Why were you drinking?" Her voice was soft, it made me guilty. I shouldn't have hit the bottle so quickly. Afraid of what I couldn't remember. I'd struggle with memory issues for my entire life. Keeping a book near my bed with all the things I was scared I would forget. Words were written by a scared little boy wondering why his parents were always gone. A child lacking memory of his mother's voice, his father's smile.

"Just lonely..." I mumble. What did she want me to say? Did she want me to open up to her, to tell her every problem I've had in my life? I was old enough, she needed to not judge me for a decision I made. I'll drink if I want. Her eyes caught mine and she almost looked disappointed.

I sat there quietly letting the two girls mess around with ingredients in the kitchen. Was Sammy really cooking and how did she know what I had? Sammy quickly grabbed a round pan placing it in the oven before slamming it shut. The buttons beep as she turns the appliance on. A few moments later she turns brushing her hands together like she was cleaning them.

"There, and in ten minutes we will eat." She smiles walking around the island to take a seat next to me. I glance around the ingredients trying to figure out what she made. A few pizza crusts scattered across the counter, Olyvya struggling to get it all cleaned up quickly. There were a sauce and some cheese. Did she make pizza?

"Why did you make pizza?" I turned to look at Sammy, the fog finally gone. She smiled, her hands shooting up in front of her chest as she vibrates with excitement.

"Because what kind of sleepover doesn't have pizza!"