I look up at the source of the voice, a kid, around my age, with mussy dark brown hair and bright blueish sliver eyes. I stare at him for a while. He's wearing a hoodie, like me, but it's huge on him, and shorts that are almost covered by the bottom of the hoodie. This guy, this cute guy standing in front of me who I'm guessing somehow saved me (just my luck) just watched me stare at him and then gag again. 

     "Wow, I knew I don't look the best, but you could be a little nicer about it" He said, grinning.

     "Who... who the fuck are you...?" I asked, looking him up and down again.

     He smiles again, "I'm the one who saved your life"

     Oh great, so I am alive.

     "Why in the hell would you do that?!" I asked, leaning forward a bit, not caring that my face was probably somehow both pale and red at the same time.

     "Why would I not? You fell, most likely because you were drunk" He said, pressing a cold hand to my cheek, and I flinched, not having felt human contact in quite a while.

     "D-Drunk? Oh right. Well first of all, I fell on purpose, and second of all... how the fuck did you catch me??" I asked, since I had fallen off of a twenty-story building, and last I checked, there was no way to catch me from a window, even if you could time and aim it perfectly.

     He looked away "I u-uh... wait you fell on purpose? Why??"

     I laughed coldly "Reasons. Now who actually are you and how did you save me?? Heck, why didn't you take me to a hospital?? Do you just do this that often? Know how to take care of suicidal teens that fall off of buildings all the time?"

     He glanced back at me "I um... no, this is my first time. And I'm Axl. I... don't have the money to go to a hospital...?"

     I looked at the house he was in, big enough to house more then three people, with a great view and a kitchen complete with an island. Clearly he had enough to afford this. 

     "You're a bad liar. What are you, some kind of druggie or something?" I asked, knowing that clearly wasn't the case. He looked too... put together.

     His eyes went wide "N-No I--!"

     That's when I noticed the small bulge in the back of his shirt. I couldn't tell if it was just the way the fabric laid, or something underneath, so I decided not to ask.

     When he realized I wasn't listening, he glanced behind him before looking back at me "What are you looking at?" He asked, tilting his head in such a way, with his huge, curious eyes, that I had to look away.

     "Nothing..." I mumbled, hoping that being drunk and flush would hide the fact that I was blushing.

     He looked confused, but shrugged and moved over to the kitchen, calling over the shoulder as he went "You hungry? Looks like it's been a while since you last ate"

     I sighed, the sharp pain in my stomach and head stinging as I moved. "Yeah, why not, I could eat"