Tyler"s parents were out of town that weekend, and quite the shindig was planned. Ethan glanced in the mirror as he got ready to leave, and he knew he looked like s**t. His eyes were constantly bloodshot and his skin looked dehydrated. He tried to care. The voice in his head was merciless. She wouldn"t even know you right now. He kept telling himself this was temporary, and that he would get his act together… it just never seemed to be the right time to actually do it.
She wouldn"t even know you right now.* * *
He had melted into the sofa at Tyler"s house, not sure if he was enjoying his drunken high or regretting it. He wasn"t sure of anything anymore. This was what he"d wanted; he could flirt with or talk to or hook up with any girl at that party- probably more than that if he was bein
