My vision was blurred. My mouth felt dry and still tasted of the substance I couldn't get enough of. I slowly made my way up the steps of her apartment complex, trying my best to look sober. I held onto the railing as if my life depended on it and pulled myself up. I planted my feet on the concrete ground, which still resembled water at this moment. Why do I do this to myself…?

I walked forward and began examining the apartment numbers of each green door labeled with a lightning bolt. 128... 129... 130. I knocked on her door almost automatically and silently prayed that she was home. Samantha please… I messed with my dark gray hair as she slowly opened the door. She sighed, as if knowing the exact reason of me being here.

"You've done it again, haven't you, Aaron?" She gently placed her hand on my face and made me look at her. Her form was unchanged compared to the morphing and breathing objects that surrounded her. She squinted a bit and examined my dilated pupils. She shook her head and led me inside, quietly shutting the door behind her. She held and supported me, making sure I wouldn't fall forward or backward. "You're shaking…"

"I really fucked up this time…" I said quietly. "I took way too much..." She sat me on a black couch and caressed my face. The sensation of her soft hands calmed me; her eyes looked so gorgeous right now.

"Any amount of that shit is too much you dunderhead…" She placed both hands on my shoulders. "How many did you take this time?" She was annoyed; I could hear it in her voice.

"I took three." I said hesitantly. She let out an annoyed huff, and went into the kitchen area. I saw that she was getting me a glass of water and some crackers just like she always did when I was in these… situations. I couldn't help but admire her from afar. Her body and physique stood out from everything surrounding her. Why was she so damn perfect? Her wavy, fluffy ginger hair was 'styled' in a messy bun. She wore a black sweatshirt and skimpy shorts which covered as much as underwear would.

She walked over with a plate of crackers with peanut butter in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. She set them on the table. "Eat…" She bent down and touched my hair a bit. Her face was so close to mine… I had the urge to kiss her deeply right at that moment. I reached out and placed my hand on her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. I knew exactly what I was doing; I knew exactly what I wanted. Despite not being sober at this moment, I still craved her more than anything. Her face reddened and she bit her lip.

"Aaron we can't… We can't do this…" She gently moved my arm back to my side. "You need to sober up. Please eat." Her voice sounded soft and sweet. Just like her aroma, her essence… We parted slowly; she turned, and made her way to the bathroom near the front of the cozy apartment. I couldn't help but to stare at her rear as she walked away. I knew I was in love with her.

I longed for her to be mine. I just know we'd be perfect if she didn't love him… I could make her happier than she'd ever be. I deeply wished that Brendon would get out of the picture, so I could have her all to myself.

I began to eat the snack she prepared for me. I felt ravenous at this point. The current time was a mystery to me. However, I knew it was dark outside. She returned as I gulped down the final bit of water to wash down the last of the food.

"Do you feel better?" She asked leaning down, holding my hand. Her hair was down now, and she wore fuzzy black pajama pants and a tank top.

"Yeah, I'm great…" I twirled a finger around one of her ginger locks. She let out a tiny giggle and ran her finger gently across my lip. I began to lean in to kiss her, I couldn't help myself. Instead, she showed me her finger and laughed.

"You had some peanut butter right there." She said while sensually licking it off. My God she was a tease. I sighed and wrapped both my hands around her tiny waist.

"You're so cute…" I told her, sliding my hand between her skin and the elastic of her pants. She didn't stop me. She smiled, turned around, and sat on my lap. I crept my hands up her shirt and fondled her. I gently kissed her back and shoulders. She moaned as I began biting her neck. My pants tightened. She got up and pushed me away, as if she came to a realization that I was attempting to have my way with her.

"Like I said earlier… We fucking can't do this…" Her voice is sharp, yet calm as she shifted on the black couch. She seemed to be uneasy or uncomfortable. She sighed. "As if you give a damn what's going on… You're too fucked up right now to even care." I reach out and gently grab her arm, not too rough but, firm enough to get her attention.

"No." I pull her towards me and wrap my tattooed arms around her waist. She huffs in defeat and lays her head on my shoulder.

"You play with my emotions too much." She mumbles.

"No, you just can't deny that you want me." I play with her sweet smelling hair again. She gives me a playful, but painful, whack on the head.

"You creep... Get away from me." She growled trying to squirm away from my grasp. I hold tighter and begin tickling her sides. She squeals and falls onto her back. I couldn't help but look her body up and down as I towered over her. She raised eyebrow and covered her cleavage with her arms. "Don't stare, weirdo. You seem sober enough so maybe you should leave." She says as she begins to get up.