Guys! You're amazing! Six reviews for only one chapter? I am honored! Ok, so, Adam is a little OOC in this. Next chapter will be in Fiona's POV. Please Enjoy, and review if you want more!

Adams POV

Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time

I grabbed the bottle in my hand and chugged it all the way down. I started laughing hysterically while Clare had tears in her eyes; horrified. Eli stood their angrily and turned to look at his girlfriend and put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

Nobody was even here anymore. It was just us three. Clare had begged me to stop drinking while Eli tried to calm her down. She was scared. I would be too, if I wasn't drunk.

I had been screaming at her and about how much I hated Fiona. It was all a lie, every word I had let drop from my tongue.

I was only partly drunk when I had left that final phone call on her phone.

Now I was fully drunk, running my mouth like a mad man.

Eli ran up to me and grabbed my new bottle of beer and threw it far as I waited to hear it shatter.

"Adam, just stop. You can't let this girl screw with your life! She's not good enough for you if she decided to stand you up." Eli spoke sadly.

"Yeah! Right! Ha, Clare probably ran her mouth about me to Fiona and told her I was a freaking FTM! She just doesn't want me to be happy!" I screamed at her direction.

"S-stop!" she whaled. I loved watching the ones who were happy hurt, but then again, that was probably just because I was wasted.

"You're such a baby!" I laughed at her tears.

"Stop talking to my girlfriend like that!" He ran up to her and held her as she cried.

"You guys make me sick..." I spat; discussed.

"Adam, finish cleaning this place up, I'm taking you back to my place when you are done. I can't let you go back to your place. Your mom would kill you if she knew you were drunk."

"Sure thing, Dad!" I said, sarcasm dripping down me mouth.

"Clare, do you want me to take you home?" he asked softly as he kissed her forehead.

"Yeah..." I felt bad, to be honest. She didn't want to be near me while I was like this.

Once they left, I threw the last of the cups out, starting to become a little bit sober. Only a little bit...

"Need some help?". I heard a broken voice call. It was so familiar; so beautiful.

I turned around, and dropped the trash bag of cups I was holding in my hand at the sight I saw.

Her dark hair fell over her shoulders; she wore a purple T shirt with tear stains all over it. Her angelic face was soaked with mascara and tears. She had slippers on her feet, and no coat. She was broken...

And even though she was broken, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen in my entire life.

Suddenly, my anger watched away and my mouth dropped open.

"Fiona?" I breathed.

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now.

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