I watched as Brooke walked away with her friend and had my hands in my pockets. I watched them until they turned the corner and had to head home myself. I could never help not worring about her but I wasn't going to stop her from living her life. I headed back home, up the many stairs, and finally walked down the hallway only to stop dead in my tracks. Standing in front of my door, or more likly slumped against my door, was Kim in a skimpy halter top and tight fitting jeans, "Oh, hey there Eric." She slurred as she pushed away from the door and walked torwards me. She tripped a bit and ended up falling against me but I would never let her fall. I caught her and nearly gagged from the strong scent of acohol coming off of her, "You're drunk..." I said in a flat tone as her arms moved up to wrap around my neck.