I put the finishing touches on my outfit of a GK tank, dark skinny jeans, and my black osiris high tops. I slipped on my GK hoodie I had for in case I get cold at the bonfire. I was also covering my tattoos I had that I got because of Alex. I had a All Time Low skull on my collarbone. I also had tattoo he designed on an anchor, an umbrella, and of a camera on my upper right arm.

"You're going to roast in that jacket," Alex commented as I came out of the bathroom.

"It's for your own good, Alex," I told him.

"You don't have an idea on what my own good is," he smirked.

"I have a few tattoos you designed and bought for me," I told him.

"Like what," he asked.

I stripped off my jacket and he saw my tattoos. He traced them with his fingertips, ghosting his touch over my skin as he admired them.

"I designed some good work," he smirked.

"Let's get to the party before we're late," I told him.

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We got to the party and I broke from Alex and got over to the makeshift bar and swiped the bottle of Jameson. I cracked it open and took a long swing from the bottle.

"The fuck Mackenzie," Jaime whined as he watched me wipe my lips of the whiskey.

"I need this more than you," I told him off.

"Who's going to look after you when you get shitfaced," he asked.

"None of your business, leave me alone," I snapped at him as I disappeared into the crowd.

When I finished off the bottle, I could feel the world spinning around me. I felt so carefree and happy in my drunken stupor. Then it hit me like a brick wall that Alex had no idea what can happen to me when I'm depressed and I get my hands on hard liquor. I went over to the bar and I got some vodka. I started drinking more, trying so hard to drown in my sorrows. I was done with feeling so alone. I wanted to just drink so much I forgot about Alex.

"Kenzie," I heard Alex call out to me, but it fell on my ears as a whisper of a ghost long gone.

"Go away," I slurred heavily as I took a long swing of the vodka.

"God damn it Kenzie stop," Alex ripped the bottle away from me.

"Give it back Gaskarth," I snapped as I reached for the bottle.

"You are done, Kenzie. I'm taking you to the bus," he yelled at me as he handed the vodka to Mike.

"You are not my boss," I snapped at him.

"No but according to everyone I'm your boyfriend. I'm taking you to the bus and sobering you up," he replied as he picked me up.

"Do you remember anything new about me yet," I slurred into his ear.

"Yeah, I can't leave you with massive amounts of hard liquor when you're depressed. I have never seen you so shitfaced before, Kenzie," he replied.

"You did it to me," I replied, still tripping on my tongue.

"Kenzie," he slammed me against the side of the bus, "I don't have a choice in forgetting you. If I could I would change everything so that accident never happened and I had my memory. I bet if I did remember you I'd be really upset by you being like this."

"You sound upset to me," I slurred, trying to be a smartass.

"I'm pissed off you have no self-control when booze are around," he replied.

I locked eyes with him and before I realized what happened, I captured his lips with my drunken ones. I could taste the one beer he had on his breath. He pushed me off of him an instant later.

"Kenzie, what the fuck is wrong with you," he asked, this time hurt in his voice.

"What did you remember," I slurred.

"The first time I saw you wasted from being depressed because you got replaced on a job you desperately wanted," he replied, "I remembered sobering you up and treating your hangover."

"So what happens now," I asked.

"I sober you up a bit and then wait for the morning to treat your hangover," he replied.