(Noah/Abel's POV).

"You can put her in her bedroom." Donny rolls his eyes as his best friend passed out in my arms.

"Which room is that?" I ask even though I already know. Not to sound creepy, but I can see directly in her room from mine. I think I can find my way.

"The very last door straight down." He points up the stairs.

Nodding in response, I head up the stairs and straight to her room. Adjusting her so I can open the door, I wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

"Here you go." I say as the bedroom door swings open.

Laying her down on her bed, I basically drop her. "Shit, I'm sorry." I try not to laugh but I really am sorry I dropped her.

Only giving me a groan she rolls over with tightly closed eyes. The smell of alcohol fills my nose. She kinda does drink a lot, although tonight was my fault. Instead of getting into her deep mind problems, I take this as a chance to find the flash drive.

Turning around, I lean over to check her small side table drawer. The only thing in there is a few small note pads and pens. Just as I close her drawer, she rolls over with open eyes.

"What are you doing?" She whispers.

"I was going to leave you a note." I smile down at her, hiding my devious lie.

Tucking a strain of hair behind her ear, she smiles up at me. I haven't seen Amara smile much, but she's done it alot tonight.

"Why don't you stay here?" She slurs as she wraps her hand around mine. "At least until I fall asleep."

Obeying her wishes, I sit down next to her on her bed. She's drunk as hell, it's probably best she isn't left alone anyways. If she were to fall asleep on her back and puke, she'd choke on her own vomit. Then how would I find the flash drive?

It doesn't take her long to fall asleep. With her head on my shoulder, I slowly pull away. Catching her before I drop her again, I gently lay her head down on the pillow.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I raise my head up to look at her walks. You can tell alot about someone by what's on their walls.

A bit shocked by what's on hers, I step closer to the multiple drawings across her wall. The one that captures my attention the most, is a familiar looking face. One I can't put my finger on but, I know this face. One reason it's so hard to tell who it is, is because she morphed them into a hideous demon. Taking a step back, I realize there is more than one of these familiar demons. I can't think of who would these could be and why I know them.

Taking a look around her room, I stop at another wall. Picking the tac out of the wall, I pull the drawing off and examine it closer. Now, this is a face I definitely know. Why on Earth she'd draw me, I don't know. It's just a normal portrait drawing. I have a deep scowl on my face while looking over my shoulder. Placing the picture back on the wall, I turn around and walk out her room. I don't know how I should feel about her drawing me, so well too I might add. I had no clue she was such an amazing artist. She doesn't tell me anything, I suppose the only thing I really need to know is, where is that flash drive.

"Hey." Donny calls after me just as I open their front door. "Thanks for everything man." His voice holds sincerity.

"It's no big deal." I shrug and try to leave again.

"It is for Amara." Don's tone goes from grateful to sorrowful in no time.

Knotting my brows together in confusion, I look back at him, half way out the door. "What do you mean? Amara can't stand me."

"If I'm being honest, I wish that were the complete truth." He crosses his arms over his chest as he leans against the wall.

"Should I take offense to that?"

"That's not what I meant at all. You're a cool guy." The curly haired guy huffs. "It's just, I mean you'd have to know Amara. Erick's got her wrapped around his finger, I'll be surprised if she doesn't dump you for him real soon."

This is almost laughable to me, I could snap that twig of a man in half if I pleased. Not saying that I would or that I have any reason to...

"But hey what do I know?" He claps his hands and smiles. "I'm going out of town with Carrie, we'll be heading out early tomorrow morning."

"Is Amara going?" I prayed to God she was.

"No, about that. I will even pay you if you do this but please, do not let her have one of her freakish large parties." He roll his eyes as he speaks. "She's twenty four and she acts like a child when I'm away."

"So, you're paying me to watch your best friend adult child?" I rose a brow.

"Well when you put it that way." Donny's eyes narrow as his brows knot toghter.

"I'm just fucking with you. Yeah I'll keep on the adult child." I don't know why I just agreed to do that. Why the fuck did I do that? "Great, well I'm going home now." I wave at him before closing the door quickly.

Fuck they're good at pulling me into their lives, they should be the undercover spies.

Reaching my front porch, I stop in my tracks at the sight of the blonde guy waiting for me.

"I don't care why you're here, just fucking move. I'm tired." I snap at him as I push past him.

"I bet you are." He scoffs as he puffs his cigarette. Although his words didn't mean much, it was his tone.

"What is that suppose to mean?" The words came flying out without my control. I usually just shrug the jealous boyfriend's off.

"What do you mean, what do I mean?" Erick snorts in disgust. As he shoves his lighter in his pocket, I catch a glimpse of a tattoo on his arm.

"Isn't that Amara's drawing?" I point out, glaring at at him.

Looking down, he smiles and rubs the permanent ink softly with his other hand. "Yeah, isn't it awesome?"

I don't know why, but I'm a bit uneasy with how he's stroking that tattoo. "I've seen that drawing before."

Freezing in his spot, Erick glares at me and pulls his sleeve down.

"So you've been in her room then?" He cocks a brow at me.

"I'm not sure why that matters." I unlock my door.

"Why would you allow her to wear something so?" He searches for the word.

"Sexy?" I suggest, causing his face to heat up with anger. "What's wrong with what she wore, Erick?"

"The top alone was too revealing." He tosses his cigarette butt in my yard. "You think I allowed her to wear shit like that?"

I'm really starting to see the kind of man he is and it's disturbing.

"I don't have to allow her to do shit. I'm not her father, she's an adult. She could of wore a bra as a shirt and I wouldn't give a flying fuck." I throw my door wide open and step inside. "That top was sexy as fuck." I smirk as I close my door, knowing he's now pissed off.