My father was a strict man, especially when it came to the car. Eugene nodded frenetically holding in his arms the brat all the way to my house.

Once we arrived at my place we drag him up to my room which was on the second floor. Damn stairs I cuss in my mind. Feeling tired I let him down on the bed.

"Why was he was kissing you? Did he mistake you with a girl? He must be really drunk then." Eugene was asking me question after question, feeling pretty hype for a reason while I was trying to undress him. He had traces of vomit on his shirt.

Eugene was holding him in his arms but at some point he let go of Theo, making him fall, hitting the bed's edge with his head, pulling myself upon him. He opens his eyes but he felt absent. He looked painfully pathetic making me feel guilty for a reason. I took him in my arms and sat him onto the bed covering him up with the blanket.

After a while Eugene and I arrived back at the party. Blake was near the pool having a can of beer in his hand. The girls were dancing near him and Katya was checking him out from his feet to his head licking her lips. He sees us and comes heading in our direction.

I smiled and he started to talk but my mind was still on Theo. He was alone and suddenly I was feeling odd that I left him alone there, like an abandoned puppy. Eugene starts to strip, throwing his clothes all over ambushing Becka while Katya pulled Blake away and started to cling to him like she was some kind of glue.

"Fuck you Theo." I mumble after a time, playing with my car keys impatiently. I look at the birthday boy having fun as well as the rest of the guest. I glance at Eugene making him a sign that I'll be back soon. He nods and continues to dance, or at least something that looks like a dance. I smile vapidly. I look at my watch and it is nearly ten at night already.

Fifteen minutes later I was in front of my house again. Everything was dark. A shiver passes through my spine and I feel a cold sweat on my back. I run fast toward my room. Once I open the door, trying to adjust my eyes in the darkness I glance toward my bed but was nobody there.

I flick on the lights and see Theo curled down on the floor in a ball, sobbing and trembling heavy. He was naked and he was holding his arms around his torso looking vulnerable and in pain.

I rush toward him and the moment I got to him he starts to scream, startling me. Looking at his body made me shudder. He was only skin and bones and on his arms he had a nasty bruise. He was in his own world, looking aimlessly at me.

"It is me, Ty", I'm trying to tell him but he hits me with his hands in my chest trying to escape from my grip. He was now crying heavily and mumbling, like he was always doing in his sleep. It scared me. Without knowing what to do I pulled him in my arms, caressing his back.

I look to my bed and noticed he threw up again. I'm such a lucky fellow, I say to myself. I stand up trying to take down the sheets when suddenly I feel Theo hands, gripping my waist.

"D-don't l-leave me ...b...", Theo was pleading. Looking into his eyes made my heart ache for some reason. I sat down taking him in my arms. All his body was burning up and he was shivering. I hold him in my arms until he slowly falls asleep. I wonder if I hadn't of come back what would have happened...

I shake away my dark thoughts, brushing his wet hair from his face. He was moving yet his eyes were closed like he was dreaming something bad. From time to time his body started to twitch. I lean my head from the bed, in the darkness, hearing his heavy breathing. Something must of happened to Theo for him to be acting like this. He was terrified. He looked feeble and nearly broken in my arms.

Holding him tight made him calm down...slowly my eyes were feeling heavy I slide myself asleep, awakening from time to time, when he was gripping my fingers into but without awakening him, forgetting about everything. The kid I was holding in my arms felt broken. He feels light in my lap, like a feather. He grips onto my tank top like his life was depending of it.

Who is Theodore? The annoying cupcake junky or was the fragile kid who looks lifeless on my bedroom floor? He looked suddenly tiny and helpless screaming soundless for help and I can't reach him... I look at him and Theo seems to be shattered.

I look at the boy in my arms and I wonder how much he can drink until he will fall slowly in a place where he will not have the strength to fight back to the surface, drowning slowly in alcohol. Is it already too late? I hate him but seeing like this makes my chest hurt for some reason.

Knowing him he'll forget everything by tomorrow. It is better like this for both of us, especially for him. He looks innocent as a small child would but something bothers him deeply. He's never been an open person and that always made me feel annoyed by him. We don't know anything about him. Theo appeared all of a sudden, out of nowhere in our lives...

Suddenly I found myself touching my lips, still feeling his kiss, soft but as well as the reek of alcohol. I shudder. A song line passes my mind and I try to block it out. "I don't want to fall in love..." Impossible, I let out a short snort. Maybe my thoughts are deceiving me...

Today was crazy... A gleam of light flashed through the room from a passing car and in the moment I looked briefly at him and a smile shows on my face. He was cute.

I start to laugh like a crazy person alone in the room. A flash passes before my eyes and I feel a slight nostalgia. Love is not for me... Not since the day I gave my all too...