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Devin didn’t feeling like arguing so she just nodded instead. “Well I’ll just sit here with you until you’re better.” Leaning her back against the wall as she sat, keeping a foot away from Owen. “Don’t drink so much next time okay.” 

He ran a hang through his hair and rolled his eyes, “I’ll drink when I want thank you.”

Devin was taken aback by his words but shook her head. “Unlike her I hate people touching me unless it’s you. So even if someone tried to lay a hand on me I’d freak and probably slice them open.” She said getting a glass and filling it with water. “Here.” She said handing it to him. “You did so I suggest you get rest and take advil.” 

“Doesn’t matter.” He took the glass from her and drank a couple sips. “I honestly don’t think I can move from here.” He sighed and closed his eyes once more to keep the walls from spinning around him.

Devin watched him hurry to the bathroom and followed him sitting on the edge of the tub lightly rubbing his back. “Because the alcohol reminds me of my families parties. Those were not well spent. I don’t mind someone drinking, but to the point where they wreak bothers me.” She said waiting for Owen to finish. “Seeing as you’re this bad, I guess I can stay and take care of you.” She wouldn’t have cared, but she was still upset with him from before. 

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand but stayed on the floor next to the toilet, “Yea and you having men in your room reminds me of Emily.” He muttered right before he lifted his head back up to the bowl, throwing up once again. As he finished he flushed and slumped against the wall behind him, “I drank too much.”

Devin cringed and was glad when they got to his room. Dumping Owen on his bed she moved him and pulled the blankets up tucking him in. “Get sober and stop drinking so much. I don’t need to be finding a drunk Owen wondering the halls twenty-four seven okay? You’re like a child when you’re drunk, and I’m not being the mother that takes care of you.” She said a surprised chuckle escaping her lips. 

“Why the fuck not? I took care of you plenty of fucking times Devin.” He snarled as he pushed the sheets off himself when she tucked him in, when he sat up a little too quickly, the room shifted too fast and it sent Owen stumbling for the bathroom. He staggered in and hugged the toilet bowl as his body finally rejected all the booze he had poured into his body.

Steadying Owen against her she began walking to his room. “God you’re heavy. Are you still working out all the time? You need to take a break some times.” She said as they walked down the hall. Devin tried not to drop him. 

He put some of his weight on the small girl, looking down at his feet as they walked, careful to not stumble anymore in fear that he would take Devin down with him, “Of course I am.” His eyes were glossed over and his breath reeked of booze. 

Devin looked at him wide eyed. “Pot?” Devin looked at him shaking her head. She couldn’t say anything against it, but she wasn’t too happy about it. “Look lets go to your room. Think you can make it?” She asked looking at him and trying to get him to stand. 

He chuckled again and rolled over so that he could start trying to stand up. He held the wall and pushed himself against it, stumbling slightly. When he finally managed to be upright he threw up a thumbs up, “Well look at that! I can stand!” 

Rolling her eyes she snapped her fingers in his face. “Owen….Owen pay attention here. You need to sober up.” Devin hated seeing Owen drunk, but there really much she could do at this point. “Stop drinking so much. You wreak.” 

“Does that mean I can continue smoking pot?” He half heartedly chuckled at his own joke before putting his face in his hands groaning, “I need to lay down. Everything is spinning.” He shut his eyes, squeezing them tightly closed. 

Devin paused at her doorway looking back at the boy. She was really pissed off at him, but she couldn’t leave him like that. Sighing she walked into her room and got a cold cloth walking back out and placing it against his forehead. “You should get your room and rest. Take some advil and drink water as well to avoid a hangover.” She said not wanting him to pass out somewhere or throw up. 

He closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall. After a couple minutes, he felt something cold press against his forehead and his eyes snapped open, “Hm?” He nodded groggily, “Um yea y-yea you’re right. I’ll get up...later.” He sighed. 

“Don’t fucking babe me.” She said glaring at him. “First you go off on me about my friends and who can and cannot set foot in my room, I try to apologize and talk things out, and you walk away slamming a door in my face saying you want to be left alone. I don’t know what is happening to you Owen, but I don’t like it.” Devin sneered standing heading towards her room not wanting to argue with him.

From her rant the words, I don’t know what is happening to you Owen, but I don’t like it. Rang in his ears, “I-I don’t know either Devin.” He sighed and slumped with his back against the wall. He let out a groan as the movement made him extremely dizzy. Owen allowed his body to slide down the wall until he was a pile of limbs collected on the floor in a drunken mess. 

Devin looked over and saw Owen very clearly drunk. She really didn’t want to deal with him right now. She wasn’t sure how to deal with him. “Does it matter what I want? Clearly you give a fuck about what I want, who I want, or even what I say. I guess my words don’t matter and aren’t enough for you.” She sneered not bothering to help him. Devin kinda wished he would trip and fall face first, into a bed of nails. She mentally scolded herself for thinking that way, but she was mad and upset. 

He furrowed his brow as he tried to keep up with the woman’s words but failed quite epically. “What are you even talking about babe?” He pressed his head against the wall next to him, basically hugging the structure as he did everything in his capability to keep his balance. 

Devin sunk down against the wall a few steps away from her room not sure how to feel. She had made Owen upset, she did something wrong. She couldn’t understand what though. Sure having guy friends in her room could be seen as wrong, but they had girlfriends and nothing would ever happen. She knew it wouldn’t. Like she had told Owen, she hated when people touched her so if anything she would have a break down and try to cut them open. Slamming her head back against the wall she clenched her hands into fists hating what ever she was feeling. She needed to become numb. She needed to get these awful emotions out of her. She had been stupid to think that Owen was someone she could trust, but she didn’t want to lose him. She just sat there pissed and upset. Until she heard a noise. “What. Do you. Want?” She asked angrily. 

Owen stubbled down the hallway, very clearly piss drunk. The room around him spun rapidly as he held onto the hallway walls for support. His footsteps were loud and he heard an angry familiar voice call out to him, “I-I don’t know, what do YOU want?” His voice was loud and strong, closing his eyes and opening back up at everything shifted around, “Fuck...” he muttered under his breath.

Owen’s words hit her hard and she felt a pain inside her. “Why would I want to fins Evan? He has a girlfriend and I don’t want to cuddle him. Owen what is going on? Just talk to me, please.” She didn’t understand why he was acting this way suddenly. 

He sparked up his lighter again and took another deep hit, “Devin I want to be alone right now, please.” He sighed and the smoke escaped his lips softly.

Devin stopped when the door closed on her face not sure what to do or if Owen wanted to talk with her anymore. Knocking lightly she wasn’t sure what to do. “O-Owen? Owen can I come in? We need to talk about all this, leaving it as is won’t help any.” 

He exhaled, the smoke coming out of his nose, “No, don’t come in. Go find Evan and cuddle up with him instead.” He took another deep hit from the bowl, inhaling deeply.