You were laying on the couch, half asleep as a movie was being played on the tv. Your eyes darted up, you had heard a loud bang, another one, and another one.

"Hm?" You ran downstairs to the door, your parents weren't coming home until sunday..

You flush the door open and take a step back, you eyebrow raising as you realized it was... Your enemy's friends, holding him, Marcus.

"What are you doing her-" They drop him in your arms, wiping the sweat off their foreheads.

"He's drunk, help him, we can't take care of him." George gasped for air.

"Why me?-"

"He kept calling your name and looking for you so we had to bring him here, bye!" He quickly answered.

"Wait- No- What, wait!-" The door closed.