A/N: I'm deciding to use POV from now on. I haven't done that in one of my fics in a LONG TIME! Enjoy peeps!

Eli's POV

I looked at what was in front of me.

A coffin. A white coffin that held my best friend, or brother, whoever you wanted to put it. It was going lower and lower into the deep hole. A tombstone. I would cringe every time I read it. Gracie Torres. It made me fucking sick, literally. My stomach hurt every fucking time I thought about it. My best friend was NOT a female.

I looked to my left.

I watched as my ex broke down in tears. Clare turned to Jake and he enveloped her with a hug. I was saddened. Not because Jake had her (you should know why.), but because she looked so hurt. Sure, I may not be into her anymore, but it still breaks my heart to see her cry. Jake looked at me and gave me a pitied look. He obviously knew how close Adam and I were. I nodded in respect. I also saw Dave. He was trembling, obviously trying to keep his composure. Every now and then he'd let out a sob that the entire crowd heard. Bottling emotions isn't healthy. Dave turned his head and looked at me. The tears that filled his were practically pleading "why?" to me.

As the funeral came to a close, I looked to the right.

The Torres family, and more importantly Drew. He had his hair slicked back for the first time in… well, ever. His suit fit him in such a wonderful… Ok. I'm officially terrible. I'm at my best friend's funeral and I'm hitting on his brother. Someone hit me with a brick. People started to walk away and it ended up being Drew and I alone at Adam's grave. The two of us looked at each other and I decided to walk to look over to him.

Drew's POV

Staring at that goddamn tomb makes me want to throw the fuck up. I want to just… Blow it up, you know? I'll carve him a new tomb my damn self. How could my mother be so heartless? Her SON dies, and she buries him as her DAUGHTER. This is gonna call for a HUGE fight at home later. As I stared at it with tears rolling down my cheek, Eli walked up to me.

"Hey." He greeted me. "How are you doing?"

I shook my head as an answer.

"I see." He said, rubbing my back. "I'm sorry, Drew. Really I am. Adam was such a good person… I never thought I'd lose him like I lost Julia. He was the one person I could go to for anything… Everything."

I nodded. "I'm sorry too, Eli. I know how close you two were. He was crazy about you." I said with a saddened chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "He loved you more than he loved his own big brother."

"Drew, don't say that. Adam loved you." He told me. "Sure you were a little stubborn toward him, but he loved you more than anything. He was worried about you, for a while actually."

"W-Why?"

"He knew that hockey team was bad news. They were actually planning on hurting you." Eli told me. "He overheard them making plans about jumping you. I tried my hardest to convince him to not confront him but… I guess I didn't do enough."

My eyes went huge. My brother hated those hockey players with a fiery passion. He told me time and time again that I should watch out for myself when it came to them, but I always ended up giving him the same response.

"Adam, you're being paranoid."

I felt a really bad pain in the pit of my stomach and my tears began to flow even more. My brother was dead. And then I find out it was actually supposed to be ME getting bullied. Me. This entire time my brother was supposed to be protecting me and I pushed him away. It was me.

I killed him.

I'm the reason for his death.

This is all my fault.

"No…" I managed to choke out before falling to my knees. Karma was feeling like more than a bitch at this point.

"Drew…?" he said, watching me fall.

I couldn't say anything as I began to sob hysterically. I fell weak to my guilt.

"Drew, don't…" Eli knelt down beside me. "It's ok."

"No it isn't, Eli! I killed him! Me! It's all my fault!" I yelled at him, crawling over to Adam's tombstone. I clutched onto it like my life depended on it, not even caring what the name engraved on it said. "Adam, I'm so sorry! I k-killed you. I let you down again and I'm sorry!"

Eli's POV

I couldn't help myself. Tears started to fall from my eyes as I watched in pure sadness (and almost horror) as the internally broken teenager lost it. As I watched Drew in his mentally unstable state, I didn't see him as the guy that I've been trying to get with since the very day I saw him. I wasn't about him this time. Hell, it wasn't about me either. It was about Adam. His little brother, and basically his rock.

We all know that when it comes to Adam, Drew can be a little bit of a fuck up. Adam had told me about how Drew would screw around with him and call him a girl (slipped out of my mouth once, nearly fucked our friendship up). When Adam was tossed through that glass door, yeah, Drew fought for him. But less than a month later he was all buddy buddy with the same guy that did it! I could go on, but the point is that Adam still loved him. I've had many conversations pertaining Drew.

"Look at them… Makes me fucking sick." Adam said. "I mean, whose side is he on? I'm still finding GLASS in my back!"

"It's just wrong." I agreed. My crush on Drew was put on hold. Ignorance made people very unattractive. "I don't want to turn you against anyone, but in my opinion, Drew is a horrible brother. Point fucking blank."

"I know… That's Drew for you." He hissed. "Not even his own brother can be a priority when it comes to his precious reputation."

"You must hate him." I said. Adam looked down at his food and sighed.

"No…" he said. "He just... drives me fucking INSANE!" he screamed, catching the attention of most of the cafeteria, including Drew. After a minute they all went on about their business.

"Well I know one thing." He said, getting up. "He obviously doesn't love me."

And today, over a year later, I find Drew, who supposedly didn't love him, sobbing over his tombstone.

"Drew…" I tried talking to him. He didn't answer. "Drew, please, try to calm down."

"Eli I can't… I… I…" his breathing began to be quick deep breaths and I started to worry.

"Drew? Are… whoa dude, are you ok?"

He began to breathe faster and harder and it finally hit me. Holy shit, he's having a panic attack. Alarmed, I try prying his grip off of Adam's tombstone. He had a pretty forceful clutch, but I finally tore him away from it and tried to calm him down.

"Drew, breathe." I said, but he barely could. He was obviously in no condition to drive, or barely walk for that matter. So I reached into his pocket and took his keys. As I practically dragged him to his car, I sat Drew in until he calmed down.

"Drew, it's ok. Just breathe ok? Can you do that for me? Just breathe. Everything's gonna be ok. I got you. I got you." I said, trying my best to comfort him. He eventually passed out in the passenger seat. As weird as it felt, I took his car and drove him to my house.