"Could you please turn down the music?" I asked.

"This isn't my party." The boy huskily spoke.

"You are at the party though. Could you please tell somebody to turn it down?"

"Yes, I'll tell them." He smirked.

As I was about to speak, he slammed the door. Okay, okay, maybe the music will turn down. I slowly walked back to my room, hearing the music get increasingly louder. Dick.

I just decided to ingnore it. I didn't want to go back. I walked into my room and kept unpacking.

A couple hours later, around 4, came a loud banging at my door. I had been asleep in my bed. I had just gone to sleep around 2. The loud banging increased and became louder.

I rushed over to the door and looked through the peephole.

It was the boy. The boy with the green eyes.

I slowly opened the door and looked at his condition.

He was slump shouldered. Eyes bloodshoot. Hand pushed against the wall for support. Hair and clothes out of place. The idiot was drunk.

"Can I help you?" I asked sleepily.

"I need help." He slurred.

"You need to go home."

"I'm not going back there. I need help."

I decided that I needed to take him somewhere. I didn't know this guy though. I don't even know his name. But, I did it anyways.

If I got hurt, I got hurt. It's not like I have anybody here I want to live for anyways. Nobody loves me. Everybody left me.

I grabbed his arm and marched down the hall. I had forgot he was drunk, so be stumbled. I put my left arm around his waist and walked him down the hall again. Finally, we made if to the door where the party was. I knocked.

Opening the door was a girl. A skinny girl with dark blue hair and blue eyes. Dull, blue eyes.

"What do you want?" She asked annoyed.

"Your friend showed up at my door drunk."

"And? What do you want me to do about it?"

"He is drunk. He needs somewhere to stay."

"Why can't he just stay at your place?"

This bitch was getting on my nerves asking all these questions. She was wasting my time.

"I don't know him."

She finally decided I was wasting her time and never going to let him inside my apartment.

"Okay then. Thanks I guess." She mumbled.

She took the boy from my arms and pushed him through the door. She turned around, with him still in her arms, and closed the door.

I went back to my room and plopped on my bed. It had been a long night. I soon fell fast asleep.