AN: No POV's here.

There were a million things going through Eli's mind as he drove Drew and himself back to the hotel room. What on Earth was Drew thinking those mere 20 minutes ago? How the hell was he supposed to just commit suicide right in front of his face? He knew that he was going through a lot and was just pushed over the edge, but was he even thinking about the man in front of him? Or about his family or friends?

The ride was dead silent. The both of them didn't have any words for each other. Eli, obviously upset over what he just witnessed. Drew, on the other hand, was waiting for the biggest lecture ever. It was confusing to him as to why Eli hadn't said anything. He was waiting for something along the lines of "You're a selfish" this and "You're an ungrateful" that. Eli not talking really scared him. Even though Drew nearly purposely caused Eli to lose him, losing Eli would truly kill him.

As the both of them returned to the hotel room, they spent the first half hour in a heated silence. Eli sat in his bed facing the wall, trying his best to fight tears. Drew sat on the opposite bed, facing the other way. The both of them were waiting on the other to speak, mostly because neither of them knew where to begin. Since Drew was obviously in the wrong on this one, and he was well aware, he decided to break the silence.

"I'm sorry." He said softly. "Please… don't be mad at me."

Eli bitterly chuckled. "Mad? Oh, of course I'm not mad. Who'd be mad at something like this?"

"I'm really not in the mood for your sarcasm, Eli."

"Oh, I REALLY don't think you want me to be straight forward with you." Eli snapped.

"I said I was sorry, Eli. What more do you want from me?" he asked, annoyed.

"See that, Drew? Right there. That's always your problem. You always think that a simple 'sorry' is going to just fix everything. It's not that simple!"

"Eli I-"

"No, Drew." he interrupted. "Let me ask you something. What the hell was going through your mind when you had that pistol at your head?"

He stayed silent.

Eli finally got up and looked at Drew, or at least the back of him. "Drew, you broke a promise today. Do you know that? You promised me that you would never hurt me, and that you would never break my heart."

He was confused. "I wasn't hurting you, Eli. If anything, I was trying to hurt myself."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Eli exclaimed. "You don't think seeing the man I love with a gun to his head hurts me?! Drew, what the fuck is wrong with you?! Pulling the gun out on Dallas was one thing, but why kill yourself? After all you've been through with Adam's suicide, do you really think people around you would take another Torres being gone lightly?"

Drew, once again, was silent.

"Answer me, Drew."

"I d-don't have an a-answer." He mumbled, obviously beginning to choke up.

Eli still wasn't having it. "I just want to know why, Drew. Why would you do that to yourself, to your family… to me."

Drew sighed. "I just… don't deserve things, ok?"

"Oh, don't even give me-"

Drew put his hand up to silence him. "I don't, Eli. I know I don't, and you do too."

"Drew…"

"I didn't deserve the amazing brother that was given to me. I don't deserve the parents that have had years of stress due to me." He said, tears brimming from his eyelids, lightly trembling. "And… When I tried killing someone in front of you, knowing what kind of past you have, I feel like I didn't deserve someone like you either. I'm not worthy of anything given to me, including life, so I decided to just… end it."

Eli didn't say anything. He couldn't. He never liked it when Drew was this upset. He wasn't as angry anymore, knowing Drew's life hasn't been that wonderful either. His brother was taken from him. Not just for a few days or a week, but forever. He would never see him again, and the last thing he ever really said to him was that he was being paranoid; paranoid about events that could only lead up to his demise, not Adam's. But Adam, being the kind and selfless person that he is, pretty much saved his life (or well being) by risking his own. Drew still, after a month, isn't able to live that down. Drew began to cry.

"It's all my fault, Eli. All of it. My parents practically wanting to disown me, everything that happened to Adam, everything always came back to me. I don't want to cause anymore harm anymore. I hate it. I hate that I've failed my role in this world. That's why, Eli. THAT'S why I want to die!"

"Drew, don't cry. None of that is-"

"My fault? Of course it is! What would happen if I were smarter?"

Eli looked down. "Your parents probably wouldn't give you such a hard time with school."

"Right! And if I hadn't called Bianca a liar at the concert?"

"She… might have just gone home with you."

"Exactly! And if I didn't try talking to Vince before Prom?"

Eli sighed. "Adam wouldn't have been shot."

"Right! And if I had listened to Adam in the first place, he'd still be here. See?! I'm a fucking jinx if anything. I don't deserve love if all I do is hurt everyone." Drew said, burying his face in his hands and beginning to sob.

Eli felt nothing but pity for the crying boy. It sent a mental bullet through his chest that Drew was actually feeling this angry at himself. He wanted Drew to get it about how horrible suicide would be to him, but realized how selfish he sounded. He wrapped his arms around him and held him as tightly as he could as Drew whimpered weakly. Eli also cried softly.

"Baby, I'm sorry." He whispered shakily. "I'm sorry I'm so pathetic."

"Drew, no. You are not pathetic. I was being selfish. I've BEEN selfish. All this time I've tried to be sheltered in you. All I wanted was to feel better and… I barely thought about your feelings in the process. I'm the one that should be sorry." Eli said in his usual soothing voice, letting go of Drew to look into his tearful dark blue eyes. "I'm sorry."

Drew shook his head. "No… Don't apologize. Through all of this, us, I've tried to make you happy. And I almost broke that." He said, wiping his tears away. "I cant do that to you… Eli, I love you."

Eli couldn't help but shed more tears. "I love you too, Drew… so much."

Upon saying this, their lips met, Eli initiating the kiss. As they drowned their sorrows in the kiss, it became a bit more violent as their lips wrestled more and more furiously. As Eli viciously bit Drew's lip, he pulled back from him. He had his signature smirk on his face.

"Are we thinking the same?"

Drew caught his breath and nodded. "I've been waiting for this… for a while."

Eli slowly takes off his shirt. "Then… lets do it. Now."

Drew quickly took of his shirt and crashed his lips to Eli's, slowly laying him on his back as he pulled the blankets over the both of them.

A/N:SORRY! I don't write smut, but this story is ALMOST OVER! Just a couple (or 3 if I'm in a good mood) chapters left. I really hope you enjoy this story. Again, thank you for reading. But yeah, here's the quote for the next chapter!

"Uh… We're still here!"