•LOVE ME MORE• Book 1

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"Don't open it," Tamara warns. The door wouldn't quiet. I suddenly hear a voice, someone speaking.

"Hey, Ashton, open the door." It sounded like Devin, but his words were slower and sounded like crying. "Ash, open up. I need to talk to you."

I looked at Tamara to see if she knew who was outside. It sounded like Devin, but why would he be at my house... And is he drunk?

I walked to my door and look out my pep hole, I could see who it was. Tamara looked out of the window at the front door. It was Devin. Why is he at my house? Did he walk here?

I opened the door and Devin was standing at my door barely able to stand. He whole body is hunched over while his arms are resting on the door frame along with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

"I ha-" He started to speak I watched as his eyes rolled back and his lifeless body jolted forwards slowly fell into my arms. What do I do? My mind was blank, I've never seen him like this. I instantly thought I should carry him up to my room before my parents came home. Tamara looked at me like I was crazy but I had no choice.

This night has gotten crazy by the minute. "Ashton," He says my name over and over mumbling his words. Tamara and I carry him to my bathroom. He may be slim but he is not light.

"Bring me some water please." I asked Tamara. And she runs down. I get a cloth and wet it with cool water and wipe his forehead. I look into his eyes and see something new, no matter how drunk he is, his eyes where different.

As I am whipping him down he unexpectedly pulls me in for a hug. I fell his heart race, but that might be from the alcohol. "Devin, Let me go." He let me lose and Tamara came in with a glass of water.

"Do you need me to stay?" She asked. I shake my head.

"Just keep watch for my parents."

"Ok" she leaves us alone and I hand him the water making him drink it.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked as I continue to help him. I'm confused 100 percent and I need answers.

"Ashton. I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything,"

"What do you mean? You come to my house drunk? What if my parents were home?"

"I know. I just... I wanted to talk to you."

"What?" I questioned. I continue to help him, as soon as he was about to throw up I moved out of the way directing his head into the toilet. The smells that came up from him were the worst things in life. How do I get myself into these situations? "You smell terrible." I laughed.

"Help me not smell so bad." He said. His icy blue eyes looked right into my green ones and I couldn't think. I made him drink the rest of the water and it looked like the alcohol in his was slowly gone.

"Tell me something, " he started. "Why do you like me?"

"What? I don't like you." I lied with chuckle

"I know you are lying, I can tell the way you look at me."

"I don't know what you are talking about, you are drunk."

"Don't lie to me. What is it, other than, I'm tall and good looking."

"You are very good looking." I chuckled again. He went from smiles to being serious in less than a second. "What?"

"I'm being for real. What is it about me, I'm an asshole and your brother is my best friend, who is also an asshole."

"Your not an asshole and who said I like you."