"You're drunk." Bellamy said blatantly to his little sister Amalia. She was laying in the middle of the garden talking to herself. "I don't want you to make a fool out of yourself in front of everyone, so, I'm taking you home." He lifted her up and she didn't complain. "Can you try to walk so you don't look like a fool?" Amalia tried to take a few steps forward but almost fell to the ground, in a slurred voice she said, "Be a kind big bro and help me?" Bellamy was torn between laughing and scolding her, of course she got drunk. This was her first time being drunk too so this wasn't going to end well.
Bellamy sighed, deciding that right now wouldn't be the best time to scold her or to laugh at her. He scooped her up in his arms and made his way to the elevator, out of the house, and to his car. Buckling her up in the passenger seat he reminded her not to throw up in his car. Amalia nodded and spoke again, "You're too nice. You should have more fun. We only tried to get you a little drunk." Bellamy wasn't sure what she meant by that, not knowing the one drink he had was actually alcoholic. Luckily he had only had the one so he wasn't intoxicated.
He drove back to the school and found Amalia's dorm. He put her in bed and pulled the cover up over her. "Goodnight, be safe. Okay?" He sighed and left her dorm, luckily none of the other girls were back in her dorm yet, and left to find his own place. He hadn't been to his own dorm all day and walked in to find his suitcases beside his bed in a nice stack. He sat down on his bed after changing into night clothes and pulled out his journal. Every day he recorded what had happened in a narrative point of view.