Matt didn't want to do it, but he just couldn't take it anymore. He was just so damn lonely so he found a bum on the street paid him fifty bucks to go buy him a few bottles of Jack Daniels, his favorite. He got back to Dalton and into his dorm without being discovered so he shut and locked the door, plugged his iPod into his stereo and clicked on his The Used playlist. He unscrews the first bottle of Jack and downs half of the bottle before taking a breath and shuddering at the burn. Matt hadn't been drinking as much as he used to back home, but tonight was different. There had been a lot of shit going on and he just needed to numb everything. He doesn't remember how but two bottles later he had ended up outside of Sam's door. He stares at it for a while, trying to decide if he should knock or just go back to his own room…if he remembered how to. Finally he raises his fist and pounds on the door. Sam opens it, shirtless and very confused. "Matt?" Sam asks running a hand through his blonde hair. Matt starts to wobble a little bit and Sam catches him. "Come on dude, you've got to come inside. They can't see you like this," Sam says dragging Matt inside and shutting the door behind them. "How much have you had?" Sam asks, knowing the affects of alcohol very well.
"Er," Matt says scratching his head…or trying to. "Shit, three bottles of Jack? I think. Sam, why is your room spinning?" Matt says flopping back onto the floor. "Make it stop," he groans. Sam sighs, grabbing a bottle of water from his mini fridge, and handing it over to Matt.
"Drink, it'll make you feel better," Sam says taking a seat on the ground next to Matt. "So talk to me dude, why are you drinking? I don't think I've ever seen you this wasted. Hell, I've barely seen you drink since you've been here."
"Everything man, fucking everything," Matt says trying to get up but only succeeds in hit his head on the floor. "Shit," he mutters rubbing his head.
"It's alright," Sam says, helping him up, so he can sit against the end of Sam's bed. "Everything is gonna be ok."
"I know," Matt says holding his head in his hands. "I know it is, but I just needed to forget for a little bit. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you," Matt says trying to stand up, but Sam pushes him back down.
"You're not going anywhere, sit," Sam orders and Matt obeys, because truthfully he doesn't have the energy to push himself up. Sam walks to the head of his bed and tosses Matt one of his extra Pillows. "Good thing school hasn't started yet, huh?" Sam asks, chuckling a bit. Matt snorts out a short laugh, before falling over onto the pillow and curling up into a little ball.