Ryan POV:
I was cleaning vomit off my shirt with a paper towel in the bathroom as Amanda crashed out on the couch. I needed to call Derek, but a part of me didn't want to get involved in their affairs, especially since I knew that he looked at other women, but I wasn't entirely sure that was where it stopped. I tossed the soiled paper towel into the trash. I should probably give Elena a call... She's probably still mad at you.
I walked out of the bathroom and over to Amanda on the couch. She was sleeping on her stomach, her arm dangling off the couch and her face pressed into the leather couch, that had a pool of drool on the couch, coming straight out of her open mouth. I hesitantly poked her, and she groaned, "Amanda," I said her name, hoping it would wake her up, she groaned but did
