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It was always the same routine. A phone call or even a text message was something that Shanley expects regardless of the time. If she could count on both hands of her all of the times she had gotten up during sleep to go and help him out then Shanley would need an extra ten pair of hands for the number to be somewhat accurate. Like she had to be there for him even though, he was the one screwing up his life and Shanley hated on how she had to even witness this time after time. But, she would never dare to speak up and tell him on exactly how she feels about his actions. She doubted that he would even listen to her because the only time he spoke or contacted her was when he was in this state. Yes, she knew that she was being used by him. But, pulling away from this situation is all too hard. The times she had promised him on how she would never let him down. The fact both of them have so much history together. They have known each other for over a decade from school. If she left him alone, she couldn’t dare to deal with all of the pain and how she broke his promise to him. Although, she figured he didn’t know about the promise since all of the times, he was shit faced out of his mind. So this is where Shanley is right now. Doing the thing she did best, being the useful self that she has become. The ride back over to his house was a quiet one while Shanley’s mind had tossed around with how disappointed she truly was with how he had become and being used. Once in a while, the female glanced over at him to make sure if he was in somewhat of a decent condition. With each glance, a sudden anger had started to gain but quietly disappeared because it was useless to get mad at him. The next morning, he won’t even remember how he got home or who Shanley is until the next round of shameless picking up from wherever he happened to be. Pulling safely and parking in his driveway, the female had quickly grabbed her keys and made her way around to his side. Opening the passenger door, she leaned over and unbuckled his seat belt before speaking up, “We’re home now. Let’s get you inside safety, yeah?” Taking a step back, before grabbing his arm and slowly starting to pull him out of the car without giving him to respond to her. Tired, she was just tried. But, putting on a tough face was what needed to be done.
He wasn’t sure how he got here. Not the almost constant state of drunkness -- no, he definitely knew the path he walked that lead him directly to this point of his life. But by here he meant in the passenger side of the car, where the street lights caused his eyes to squint when they shined too bright in his direction. Dylan picked his head up from the side of the car, moving too quickly to focus on anything, before he slumped further into the car seat. He was so damn tired. He let his eyes close for a moment, only before his mind began working too quickly and he became too curious about who was driving him to wherever he was going. Hopefully it’d be some place with alcohol because if he was going to wake up, he needed some kind of help. His eyes landed on the blonde who had her eyes focused on the road and after a couple of blinks, he was able to see who it was. Shanley. If he wasn’t so gone, it should’ve been no surprise for him to see her. This definitely wasn’t the first time that she was driving him. It seemed that even when he was too drunk to walk correctly, she was somewhere in his subconscious as a safe way home. In his blurred vision and confusing thoughts, Dylan swore that she looked like an angel in that moment. He almost whispered it, too, and his hand almost moved to tuck her hand behind her ear, but the car turned a bit too quickly for his stomach. Just as he thinks he’s recovered from an almost horrible accident, his car door opens and he turns to see Shanley reaching over past him. It all happens too quickly him to think about what’s happening or act on his thoughts, but within seconds he’s being pulled out of the car. “Why’re you in a rush?” He mumbled, speaking for the first time - or at least, that he remembers - since being in the car with her. Once he’s on his feet, he swings his arm and closes the door, before falling into her. “It’s a shitty house, you know.” It comes out as an angry comment, he realizes, and he’s not sure where it came from. But looking up at the small, run-down house he’s suddenly disgusted that his life has come to this. He swing an arm around her, before fishing in his pockets for his house key, managing to pull it out by the time they reach his door. “Fucking stupid ass key,” he grunts, after a minute of struggling to get it in the knob. He finally succeeds and pushes open the door, leaning on the doorframe as he leads the two of them in. He throws the keys to the couch, not bothering to see where it lands - even though it’ll be a pain for him when he has to find them tomorrow - before he swings his arm back around Shanley. “You’re a lifesaver, Shan,” he begins as he stumbled into his room, kicking off his shoes lazily as he does. “You saved my ass tonight.”
