Rosalie's Point of View

Ami and Matt both called Brian and told him there was a band meeting about finding a new drummer. But what he doesn't know is that it's all a ruse so that we could rock him with an intervention. But in order for that to work he would have to show up. Which he didn't.

"I really thought he'd come." Ami stated in a rather melancholy matter.

"We're running out of options." I said.

"You know what, I'm done. I'm tired of trying to fucking save him. He's on his own now." Matt said before walking upstairs.

"I'm sorry we drug you into this, Rose." Ami said before wiping a tear from her face.

"Hey, I could have said no. So it's my own fault that I'm involved." I reassured.

"Your welcome to stay here but you should probably start looking for a place."

"Thanks, I will tomorrow."

"I'm gonna go talk to Matt." Ami said before walking slowly up the stairs.

I sat there looking at the pictures on the walls. The one that caught my gaze was a photo from a wedding. It showed a happy and proud Matt in a tux and a laughing Brian in the background.

It breaks my heart that Matt has to lose another one of hie best friends because Brian can't handle his fucking high.

I know what it feels like to watch someone you love die from addiction. I extracted myself from my thoughts before I could find myself pulled back into the memories of my past.

I sat there gazing at the happy friends in the photo when a a voice from my past hit me like ton of bricks.

"You can't save him all at once, Rose."

I hopped up from Ami's couch and ran to my car with my keys in my hand.

Ten Minutes Later

I now stand at Brian's doorstep waiting for him to answer the door. I have no idea what I'm gonna say but I'm not leaving here until some progress is made.

I was beginning to get annoyed when the door opened and revealed a tired looking Brian.

He looked me up and down with a smile until his eyes finally met mine. My guess is he recognized them as the ones that gave him a mouth full just weeks earlier.

"What the fuck do you want?" Brian asked.

"To be honest, I don't know." I said with an unsure laugh.

He stood back and allowed me into his house. I followed his example and walked outside and sat in one of the few patio chairs by the pool.

"Can I ask you a question?" Brian said after he lit himself a cigarette.

"Sure."

"How did you even get involved in all this shit? I know you worked at the Warner for a while."

"Well, I knew Ami from working at there and we became best friends sort of. But Matt and Ami came up with the plan. I had no idea what the plan was I just agreed to go along with it."

"Sounds about right. But why would you go along with it. You just wanted to help your sort of best friends boyfriend?"

"Yes but it was more than that?"

"How so?"

"I guess just because I know what Matt and everyone else near you is going through. I've been here before. And you know, I'm a fan not only your band and the music but of your friendships." I explained.

"I see. Let down are you?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah."

"I am."

We sat there for a minute in an eerie tension until I decided it was either now or never.

"I have something to ask of you?"

"Go for it." He said after flicking his cigarette butt into the pool.

"Alright. So you love your band mates right?"

He sat there for a minute thinking about his answer.

"I don't know anymore."

"Do you love your family?"

"They were my family."

"And you think that just stopped because you got harder to handle."

"Yeah, I mean do you see them around?" He asked.

"You wanna know why they aren't around."

"Fuck yes."

"Because they're scared. They've lost one brother and now they're losing you. If the rolls were reversed would you be able to watch them slowly kill themselves?" I asked.

Brian looked up at me and his brown eyes locked with my brown eyes. I could see all the pain and anger clearly there along with the tears that were dangerously close to falling.

"No."

"Okay. So I have a proposition for you."

He kept looking at me his eyes almost pleading me to speak.

"Can I move in with you?" I asked

"I don't know, Rosalie."

"Rose."

"Well, Rose. I still don't know."

"What if I were just living here. Not living here to change your lifestyle."

"Go on."

"I'll only interfere in matters of life and death or if you come to me and ask me to help you."