March 25th, 1984

I'm not sure how, but I ended up at a bar.

Well, I know a little bit of what happened before I was intoxicated.

I was upset about something. Or, I might've been going through an episode.

I do know that I called Jimmy to pick me up and bring me to the closest bar. I never told Jeena, since she was out with Andy and having fun. I almost called George, but I didn't want him to see me like that.

Even less right now.

I knew he hated driving me here. Jimmy. It hurt him to see me like this. But hey, he couldn't leave since he was my ride home.

I don't think Jeena even knows I'm here.

Yet, of course.

Someone brought bottles of tequila to give out, which I gladly accepted. I don't know anyone here, but a few men sure have been trying to flirt with me. Just because I'm not in my right state of mind, does not mean my loyalty turns off.

Sometimes I felt bad about making Jimmy do this. However, no one else would. I think I very well may be mourning over the fact that I won't see George for a long time. But, wouldn't that be a little dramatic? This is something I'd do if he left me for good.

That thought sent me over the edge, making me silent cry. I took another swig out of the bottle and went to a table.

I was humming to the music, having fun on my own. Sometimes it was nice to be alone, not care who watches. Escpecially when you'll forget the next day.

Jimmy came up to me, with a worried face. "How did they even let you get something?"

"Jimmy, I look older than I am. Haven't you noticed?" I slurred. "Go home, I can walk."

"We drove two miles to get down here, I'm not letting you walk two miles with the risk of you passing out. People might think you're dead."

I huffed. "You care too much."

"We really should get you home, it's almost midnight. I'm sure Jenna is freaking out."

"Why do you care what your sister thinks? Go have funnnn!" I giggled stupidly.

He tried to get me up but I whined and didn't budge.

He groaned. "You stay here, I'm getting Jeena to take you home."

"I don't got nowhere to go." I put on a southern accent, making me cackle.

I looked up when I heard bells jingle, indicating someone walked in. I smiled. "Heyyyyy Jeena! How's it going, my friend?"

Her face was hard, she was clearly not happy. "Donna Joe Collymore, what the hell were you thinking?"

"I got free booze!" I held up the bottle, spinning it in circles to show her. "It's good, want some?"

She almost growled. "I can't believe you! We are going home. Now. And you are not going to school tomorrow, that's for sure."

She tried to pull me up the same way Jimmy did, but it wasn't working. No matter how much pushing, arguing, or lifting she did, I did not budge. Stubborn one I am.

"You are crazy and have left me no choice." She started stomping away, leaving me to wonder what she meant by that.

I went outside to sit on a bench, still holding the bottle. I looked out at the empty road, wondering if Jeena would come back. Jimmy walked up to me and leaned on the armrest of the bench. "I'm gonna find the bathrooms, don't move."

Though he started walking away, I started talking. "Why does everyone keep telling me not to move? Where do I have to go?!"

I stood up and took another shot of the tequila. It burned, but not nearly as much as last time. I was dancing like a weirdo by myself, but I was having fun. The music wasn't boring, but it wasn't ear-piercing. My eyes were half shut, which probably wasn't the best idea. I was swaying back and forth for a long time, and was beginning to wonder if anyone was even coming to get me. Plus, where was Jimmy?

"You know in some states you get arrested for that."

I looked up, seeing my favorite face in the world.

A/N - Play the video at the top of this chapter now :)

George had a smile on his face, but I could see that he was confused, and worried. I didn't say anything as he walked up to me. He didn't say anything either, because I then kissed him, getting butterflies while his hands squeezed my waist in. I stumbled back when I pulled away and giggled.

George frowned, and took the bottle from my hands. I knew he could smell and taste the strong alcohol lingering on my lips. He then looked back at me, and dropped it on the concrete. I watched as it shattered and the remains of the drink seeped into the ground.

It was my turn to lower my eyebrows. "That stuff isn't cheap, you know."

He shook his head, and put his arm back around my waist, starting to guide me to his car.

"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat.

We turned around, and my eyes widened. "Oh, Jimmy. Sorry, Jeena sent George. We better go before someone recognizes him-"

"I could've taken you home myself." He was angry.

I looked at George seeing his confused face and whispered, "Remember? This is Jeena's little brother."

His face tightened. "Don't worry, buddy. I can take care of her."

Jimmy didn't like that answer. "I brought her here, I can take her back."

"Jimmy, go home," I said sincerely. "George knows what he's doing, you don't have to worry."

George turned me around and helped me into his car.

I must've passed out because in a millisecond we were in the driveway of my apartment building.

He carried me inside and helped me get changed into something a little more comfortable. I did laugh when he closed his eyes whenever my skin was bare. My vision was very blurred from the exhaustion and alcohol. I was brought into the bathroom as he basically brushed my teeth for me.

I got in bed and felt sad again when I heard the door close. I figured he had left, but soon a warm presence climbed next to me and brought me close. I felt safe but soon sunk into a deep sleep.

March 26th, 1984

"Christ." Was my first word when I woke up. George was still asleep and on the opposite side of the bed. Thankfully, I was able to get up without disturbing him.

I went into the bathroom and shut the door and vomited with a pounding head. I tried to quiet my gagging, but that task was unsuccessful because there was a soft knock at the bathroom door.

I blinked hard and didn't answer. The door opened revealing George who was shirtless. If I didn't feel like a pile of poop, I would've given a bigger reaction to the sight of him. I remembered almost nothing from last night.

I looked at the clock on the wall. "Crap! I have to get to school-" I threw up before I could even make a move to stand up.

George sat down next to me and pulled the hair out of my face. "Not like this your not."

"George you need to leave."

"Why?"

"Because!" More vomit. "I can't have you seeing me like this. It's mortifying." I could've cried at how embarrassing this was.

He smiled lightly. "DJ, I'm not going anywhere until I know you're okay."

"I'm fine. See?" I looked at him with a straight face.

That didn't hold.

I know he wanted to laugh, but he bit his lip. "Right, very healthy."

I couldn't even get mad. I heard faint footsteps making it's way over. It was Jeena with a glass of water and what I assumed were two pain killers. I could tell she was just about to leave for school since her bag was slung around her shoulder.

I held my hand up when George tried to hand the pills to me. "Give me a second. I'll projectile vomit that back up if I consume anything right now."

He placed it onto the marble counter and continued holding my hair back. I closed my eyes. I couldn't even look at anything. Not the toilet bowl, and certainly not George's face.

After another minute or so of vomiting every bit of liquid back up, I took George's hand off of my hair and leaned on the wall next to the toilet bowl after flushing it.

I squinted my eyes open, seeing his sorry, sad look. "DJ, honey, you look awful."

That one hundred percent made me want to cry. Which, I didn't sob but tears did escape my eyes. "I hate this. I hate everything."

His tongue clicked while cocking his head. George scooted closer to me and took toilet paper to clean the edges of my mouth. Then he forced me to swish my mouth out with water. "I'm not going to sit here and tell you that the amount of alcohol consumption you took was okay. Because it really wasn't." He kept his voice soft, so I knew he wasn't going to yell at me while I was already sick. "But why did you do it? How long have you been doing this?"

I bit my lip. "Just this once. I wanted to try it..."

He frowned. "DJ, I wasn't born yesterday. I won't kick the answer out of you now, but expect this conversation to be brought back up."

I nodded slightly, then winced feeling my brain rock in my head. "Stuff please."

He reached up and grabbed the pain killers and water, giving me one at a time.

It was a little tough to swallow, but I eventually got it down. My head was heavy, so I started getting myself to stop crying to calm down the headache. "You're too nice to me. I don't deserve you."

"What?" George's face scrunched up as he scooted next to me, still on the floor, and hugged me from the side. "DJ, even if I did want to, which I don't, I wouldn't just get up and walk away while you're sick like a dog. I may not know your full story, but I know enough to realize you need more love than anyone could imagine. And especially right now. Tell you what... I'll stay here with you today for however long you need. I'll be here to make sure you feel better."

I lied my head comfortably on his shoulder. "You mean it?"

He kissed the top of my head. "Absolutely."

A fluttery feeling numbed the nauseous feeling for a second or two, but it then disappeared.

George helped me back to my bed, and fluffed my pillow just the right amount. He turned the tv on for me and went out into the hallway, doing whatever.

I say there staring at the screen not even paying attention, when he came in and put a cool rag on my head. It felt relieving because of how hot my head was.

He got into bed next to me, and stroked my hair. "If you need to sleep, please do. I'll be right here when you wake up."

I hummed a response, since I was already drifting off again.

When my eyes fluttered open, I groaned, realizing how much this would probably affect my sleep schedule. Although, I definitely felt a lot better than...

How long has it been?

I turned over, hitting something.

"Well good afternoon." George kissed my head. "Feel better?"

I nodded, stretching. "What time is it?"

He looked at the clock that my sleepyness was blurring. "Almost two."

I sighed, dropping my arms to my side. I sat up, and stood slowly. I was only a little dizzy, but that wouldn't stop me from getting something to eat.

In the kitchen, I looked for something small that wouldn't upset my stomach again. There were plain noodles in the fridge, so I figured that would help me get a little more energy for my day.

The house was quiet, which is when I remembered that Jeena was at school. In fact, she should be home in a little more than an hour.

I fiddled with the fork in my hand, stepping into the living room to look outside. The snow was almost melted fully, so the concrete on the balcony was wet.

Poof.

I remembered the tequila bottle being tossed and smashing on the ground. I think George may have done it, because I know he took me home.

George came out to see what I was doing. "How are you?"

I smiled lightly and hugged him. "I really appreciate all you did for me, I do. But I really want you to go. I'm fine, seriously. I can take care of myself now."

He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me. "Okay. But if you need anything, please call me. I'll be here as fast as I can."

I walked him to the door, as he already had his clothes on from the other night, and watched him leave.