Second chapter in the trilogy! Well it's not really a trilogy, I just ended up writing three one-shots in one night. :P

Based off of Nothing by The Script.

Disclaimer: Nope.

Enjoy(:

"Dammit, I messed up big time." I muttered from the thousandth time that night.

Odd walked up to me and clapped me on the back, "Dude, you just need a few drinks and then you'll be over her. I promise." He said, smiling at him, holding out a beer bottle.

He looked at, not sure whether to take it or not. Would he really forget her with a few drinks? Well of course, he would forget his own name with a few drinks, but it would only erase the pain temporarily. But then again, temporary was better than having the pain be there consistently.

He took the bottle.

A few bottles later, he was drunk off his ass. He couldn't help it if he was a lightweight. Even Jeremie had a higher tolerance than he did.

"Jeremie, am I better off giving up on us or am I better off dead?" He asked his blonde friend, slurred, the scent of alcohol oozing from his mouth.

Jeremie leaned his head away, trying to avoid the stench, "I'm not sure Ulrich. Did you love her?" He asked carefully. Ulrich was a very emotional drunk.

He pounded his fist against the table, "Of course I loved her!" He shouted outraged, making a few people look their way.

Jeremie struggled to calm down his friend who was getting angrier by the minute, "Ulrich calm down, if you loved her why don't you go fix it? Where's Odd when you need him?" He said, muttering the last part.

Ulrich stopped struggling and stood still, "I should fix it, shouldn't I? That's it I'm going to go fix it!" He cried, staggering out of the bar in a drunken daze. Jeremie slapped his forehead, this was going to be a long night.

"Yumi! Yumi! Where are you, Yumi?" Ulrich yelled in the streets, falling over once or twice. He looked around, yelling again, "Yumi? Why won't you answer me?" He shouted desperately. A few people opened their windows to see what was causing the commotion.

"Ulrich, calm down! You're causing a scene!" Odd cried, grabbing his arm, trying to hold him back.

Ulrich turned to him and yelled, "No, I need to find Yumi!" He shouted, breaking free of Odd's grasp and running down the street to where Yumi lived, barely comprehending his friend's worried voices behind him.

She had to take him back, she had to. His drunk mind was in a furious battle. When she saw how upset he was, she would take him back. He knew it. His subconscious yelled at him, saying it was a terrible idea.

He reached her apartment and began pounding on the door, shouting her name.

The door swung open and he came face to face with a drunk Ulrich, "What in the world?" Yumi shouted, a bat in her hands.

"Yumi, I love you. I really do and I-I- I" He stuttered before crumpling to the ground. Yumi stared at the limp body on the ground in front of her.

What in the world was going on?

"Ulrich, there you are man!" Odd cried, climbing up the steps and placing his hands on his knees, panting.

Yumi raised an eyebrow, "You had him drinking again didn't you?" She asked.

Odd looked sheepish, "I couldn't help it, who knows when another opportunity would come up." He admitted.

She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms, "What exactly did you say to him?" She asked.

He shrugged, "Oh just told him that you wanted to break up because he blew off your last three dates." He said nonchalantly.

"He's going to kill you in the morning." She told him.

He nodded, "Oh I know, which is why you're in charge of hung Ulrich." He said deviously.

Yumi's eyes widened, hung over Ulrich was more grouchy than regular Ulrich, "Oh no you don't." She began but before she continue, Odd ran down the steps and back the way he came.

"Sorry Yumi, happy April Fool's Day!" He cried, before sprinting away.

She shook her head and looked down and her passed out boyfriend. She sighed and wrapped her arm around his waist and slinging the other one around her shoulders, carrying him into her apartment and laying him on her couch. She set him down and went to go get some extra blankets. She placed the blankets neatly on top of him and lifted his head, fluffing the pillow before letting his head fall down. She got some aspirin and a glass of water and placed it on the side table.

She was about to retreat back into her room but went and kneeled by his side, stroking his face, "Oh Ulrich, why do you fall for his jokes every year?" She asked before kissing him lightly and walking back into her room, looking at him one more time before closing the door.

He was going to have an interesting morning the next day.

What can I say? Drunk Ulrich amuses me :P R&R?