Author's Note: I'm SO sorry I've been M.I.A. Lately, but I've been so busy with school I love you guys and I'm REAL sorry(: XOXOX Sammi

Ashlee POV:

I Walked home and unlocked the door. When I walked inside I remember my mother and Joe leaving me a note saying they'll be gone for a week. Just my luck. I pulled out my phone and saw three missed calls and a voicemail from Rian. I dialed the voicemail and his voice started playing
"Ashlee, It's Me…What you saw…it…she…we…look, Ash, I don't know how to say this, but I'm in love with you, you make me feel complete. When I'm with you, I feel like anything is possible. You're the reason I wake up every morning, I miss you Ash. Please, I don't want to let you go. You said it wasn't going to work out but, I know it can…please, just tell me what's wrong, I can't stand to see you upset…please just, call me back…" his voice faded and the computerized voice told me to press 9 to save it or 7 to delete it. I clicked nine and pressed the red button. I dialed the number I've come to know by heart.
"Yellow?" He asked as he answered the phone obviously not caring to look at the caller I.D.
"W and K" I said and hung up quickly. I grabbed my GK sweater and my keys. I locked the door as I ran to the intersection of Washington Avenue and Kennedy Road.
"Really Ashlee, Really?" Rian said as he came up behind me and rested his chin on my shoulders.
"I had to talk to you in person." I said as I pulled him off me and turned around.
"About what in particular?" He questioned.
"You really want to know why I said we can't work out." I asked with a deep breath finally coming clean to him.
"Kind of…" He said in a 'DUH' voice. I shook it off.
"I slept with Alex. Before you say anything, we were drunk and I feel terrible about it I'm sorry and I love you too, scratch that, I'm in love with you please don't hate me, but I could see if you did…I'm so sorry Rian." I said in the fastest voice I could muster. He looked like someone had just told him his mother died. I felt so bad about the whole thing. "I'm sorry…" I said again in a whisper.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for TRUSTING YOU." He shouted as he walked away. I felt part of me die just then. I didn't even bother chasing after him. I watched him walk away and once he was out of sight I walked to the liquor store. Thank god I got a fake I.D. in L.A. I walked in and bought a bottle of Whisky and two bottles of vodka. Heartbreak is a motherfucker. I paid for the alcohol and walked home. Which isn't far, only four blocks. I grabbed my phone and checked my email. Spam, Spam, Spam, and…Jack? Since when does he email people? I read it and it said 'Dude. Call me' I got my phone out and dialed the number.
"So I see you got my email" he said with a chuckle.
"Yep, what was that about anyway?" I asked with confusion.
"I wanted to see how often you checked your email!" he said happily.
"Pretty often, but listen, I'm getting drunk tonight and you should come over so I'm not drinking on my own." I said in a child voice.
"I'll be there in ten." He said just before the line went dead. Good. Now I can have Jack over. I thought for a second and texted Zack.
Zacky! Come over. I have happy juice! Xoxox Ash.

I heard a knock a knock at the door and ran to open it.
"Jacky!" I said with a smile and hugged him. I then ran to the kitchen and opened the vodka and took the first swing. He came up after me and grabbed the bottle.
"Okay, someone's greedy, don't worry I bought more" I said reaching down before his arm caught mine. "What the fuck are you doing Jack?" I asked as he put down the bottle he had in his hand and dragged me to the living room with a VERY angry look on his face.
"Damn it Ashlee! You CAN'T just go drinking EVERY TIME you get upset!" He screamed. I flinched at the force of his words.
"That's not what I do…" I said barley over a whisper.
"Yes you do!" He yelled again tightening his grip on my arm.
"OUCH! That HURTS motherfucker!" I yelled as he let go of my arm with an apologetic expression.
"I'm sorry Ash…I'm just worried about you…we all are." He said in a softer voice. "He's worried about you too…" Jack said referring to Rian.
"No he's not. I told him the complete truth…I'd be surprised if he even wishes me a happy birthday next week." I said with a tear in my eye.
"I'm sure he will…" he said lost in thought.
"Yeah right." I said getting up and waking back to the kitchen. Just as I thought he would, he followed me.
"Ashlee. No." He said stopping me again.
"Whatever! Then I'll just drink it all when you leave!" I shouted in desperation.
"No you won't" he replied simply.
"And why do you think that?" I questioned.
"Because you're not staying here, you're coming home with me." He said matter-of-factly.
"Oh joy." I said sarcastically.
"Shush. And go pack a bag of shit." He said pushing me up the stairs.
"FINE!" I said as I went to go pack my overnight bag.