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Ashley's P.O.V

'Mikey...are you telling me you have no idea where your brother is?' I ask gently over the phone. Mikey breaks down into hysterics. 'God yes! I wish I knew Ash I really do...I don't know where he could go' he cries and slams down the phone. Fuck. My best friend is missing, is high and to top it all off probably drunk. Things just couldn't get any better. 'Cameron I'm going out for a while' I yell out to my brother. 'Okay' I hear a muffled voice call from the living room. I slip on my black jacket and hurry outside.

I don't bother taking my car; it'll be easier to find him in street corners and alleyways if I actually walk on them. 'He's been gone for a couple of hours now...' Mikey's voice rings through my head. He wouldn't be gone for that long... he'd have gone long enough to scare Mikey...what if something happened to him? What if he got raped or kidnapped...or murdered? Don't think like that Ash I tell myself. I continue walking, checking every corner and alleyway that I come across.

It's getting colder and colder, my legs are aching and my head is freezing. Maybe he nicked off home? Maybe he went back a couple of hours ago and Mikey just couldn't reach me? Maybe he's out looking for me now? I'm starting to think about turning home, the suns setting and I won't be able to do much searching in the dark. Besides the drug dealers are all starting to creep me out.
I turn back and start to head home, all the families out for walks give me funny looks, I send them death glares, making them hold their children tighter and walk even faster. I couldn't help but giggle even though one of best friends is still probably missing. I keep walking, I'm too deep in thought that I accidentally trip over some homeless guy who's sitting on the footpath. 'Oh I'm so sorry sir' I stammer, looking up. 'Gerard?' I stare in disbelief.

I've seen Gerard drunk before but this is entirely different. He looks more lost and his usually beautiful, intense hazel eyes have lost their spark and are very dull. His face is tear stained and his hair messier than usual. 'Ash' he says, almost on the verge of tears, turns away.

He's ashamed, ashamed of me finding him like this.

'Gerard why did you go Mikey's been worried sick the last couple of hours!' I say, trying to get him to face me. A silent tear dribbles down his cheek 'I know he would be...I kind of scared him...I wasn't thinking straight, he just made me so angry and upset' his slurring his words slightly, I know he's not really drunk, yet. 'Gerard why? Mikey just said you took some drugs yelled at him took booze from the fridge and left' I need to know what's gotten him like this, its scaring me. 'M-Mikey's on drugs' I hear him stammer. 'H-he promised me he'd stopped and then I come across him about to take them....so I took the motherfucking bag and made him feel how I feel....I didn't mean to scare him this bad....' He trails of, his eyes glistening with tears.

I feel tears prickle in my eyes too, I don't know what else to do but hug him and let him cry into my shoulder. 'Gerard I think you should tell your parents' I whisper to him. I can feel him shake his head. 'No I don't want them to hate Mikey...he's my brother he's my baby brother and I said I would always protect him...and that's what I'm going to do still protect him' I sigh 'Gerard if you need help with anything I'll always be there to help you' I whisper, comforting to him. 'Ashes I have no idea what I would do without you' he says, looking me in the eyes.

I nod, almost crying as I wipe away his tears and pull him off the street. I notice two empty bottles near where he was sitting; Mikey's hurt him- badly. 'Let's get you home yeah?' I smile weakly at him. 'No not home...not yet please can I stay over at yours please?' he pleads with me. I'm not sure mum would be too happy about me bringing home a drunken teenager but what the hell? 'Sure I'll just get Frank to bring over your clothes and shit for school tomorrow' I tell him. He pulls me into another hug, 'Thank you' he whispers to me.

'Anytime'