Drew ran into the house to get his jacket. He told Adam he would meet him at Little Miss Steaks along with the rest of his family but he lost track of time hanging out with KC after practice. His mom was gonna kill him for being late. He slipped on the carpet in front of the door and landed on his face.

"Shit," He muttered to himself, getting up. At least Adam wasn't here to see that. He would never hear the end of it! Drew stumbled to his feet when he noticed the smell of alcohol. He figured his mom or dad had probably had a glass before leaving for dinner. He was relieved until he remembered that his mom had had a meeting and his dad was coming straight from work. No one would've been home. Except Adam. Drew stiffened.

"Adam?" He yelled. Nothing. This wasn't good.

"ADAM!" He ran downstairs where his parents kept the liquor. He paused right by the door, scared to push it open any farther than the crack that it already was. Taking a deep breath, Drew pushed open the door, taking a small step in.

The light was already on, and Adam was passed out on the floor, clutching an almost empty bottle of vodka. There were a couple bottles of whiskey, rum, gin, and even beer were around him, some half drunk, some had only a sip taken out, but some were completely empty. Drew knelt down next to his unconscious brother and shook him.

"Adam wake up!" He cried, pulling out his cell phone. He called 911, giving them the information. He then dialed his parents. His mom picked up on the third ring.

"Andrew Torres what is taking you and Adam so long?"

"I-It's Adam I came home and he was in the basement and he was passed out and there were bottles-"

"WHAT? What was he doing?"

"Drinking! I don't know why I found him unconscious! I called 911."

"I'm leaving for the hospital right now."

"I hear the paramedics I'll see you soon." Drew hung up as a man in a paramedic uniform came down into the basement and lifted Adam up, put him on a stretcher, and carried him out. As Drew was leaving, he spotted a piece of paper right next to where Adam had been laying. He walked over to it and squatted down to pick it up. He recognized Adam's thin, neat handwriting.

You're Welcome.

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Ok this may not be the best I admit it may even be horrible, but I've had this idea for a long time and I finally got around to typing it. I also have another story, Pining, and I just want to say these were ideas that I had and they are like experiments with my writing. Ideas I wanted to try, but didn't know if they should be one-shots or full- fledged stories, they can really work either way. I'd love to continue, but I don't know if they're any good unless you review! Lemme know on this one, check out pining as well as Monster which is kinda the same deal. I'll try and update ALL my stories more often now that school isn't as stressful….

I've written chapter two of pining but I am debating whether or not to put it up, so lemme know if I should!

Review and I'll keep writing this just in case. The next chapter will be called "The Blame Game." Adam's friends and family will be there, trying to figure out who the letter was too and what it meant. Tell me if that sounds interesting!

xoxo,

Logan