*Jayy's point of view*
"Slow down, fucker!" I said, lightly hitting Dahvie's arm. I knew it wasn't a good idea to let him drive after drinking. "We're fine calm down!" he replied. I sighed, looking out the window. I don't know what caught my eye first; the blood stained snow or the girl laying on the pavement. It took me a moment to fully process that the blood and come from her. "S-stop the car!" I yelled. Dahvie slammed on the brakes, confused. I opened the door, jumping into the snow, grabbing the girl's arm, desperately feeling for a pulse. Dahvie was at my side instantly. "Is she alive?" he asked. "Yeah..just unconscious" I said, glancing at him. "Come on, let's get her in the car" he said. Jeffree shrieked from the back seat. "She'll get blood on me!" He squealed. I rolled my eyes, picking the girl up, putting her next to Jeffree. Jeffree grimaced, but held a paper towel to her wrist, a weak attempt at stopping the bleeding. When we got to our house, Dahvie carried her inside, laying her on the couch. We cleaned up her cuts, putting gauze wraps around her arms. Dahvie yawned. "Come on, it's time for bed..It's super late." he said. "All be there in a minute." I said, barely glancing at him. He shrugged, looking at me weird but heading upstairs. I studied the mystery girl's face. She had the most peaceful look on her face as she slept, despite what her wrists showed. Her hair was a simple brown, no wild colors like the girls I hung out with. It was pretty, really. She wasn't fake, covered in piercings and tattoos. I almost found her..cute. Wait a minute Jayy, you like guys. You find men cute, not girls. What the fuck is going on?!