Setting Straight

Amber.
I'm not falling for her!  Is she attractive?  Yes.  Has it been a while since I've had any..."fun"?  Absolutely.  Do I think she would be a good cantidate TO have fun with?  Sure.
So, where is it right now?  Friends.  That's it.  Nothing special, really.  Do I think that the potential is there for us to be "fun" buddies?  Sure, why not?

David.
On the way back from SC, there was a point where he was seriously considering going back with Kayla instead of coming home.  From the pack perspective, I have serious problems with that.  He has a responsibility to the pack, whether he wants to accept that fact or not.  Just running off without even giving us ANY freaking notice is not something I'm prepared to excuse.  There's already trust issues with him to start with. 

Pat
My buddy.  My bro.  Maybe not the BEST guy in the world with what he's pulling on the alpha female, knowing damn well the mental state she's in right now, but...I trust and get along with him better than I do David.  Still, someone I do feel the need to keep an eye on.

Couples
I'm SICK of being surrounded by couples.  Seriously.  On the way home, David and Kayla had sex in Pat's truck--while we were still in it!  Then, we make a stop so that Pat can leave me in the truck with the couple while he goes to meet up with a chick.  He came back about twenty minutes later practically in a fucking orgasm.  And once again, Mike is the odd man out.  But nothing new THERE.  Still, pisses me off more and more every god damn fucking time it happens.  My patience is getting short. 
Fine!  I'll come on out and say it.  Yes I need to have some "fun".  It has been quite a while.

My Complex
Friends that have taken time to know me long enough will know that I have a hero complex.  Well, now here is something even my best of friends might not know.  Back in my second year of high school, I had two friends commit suicide.  One of those friends was a girl that I did have feelings for.  After cutting her wrist, as she was laying on the floor, my arms wrapped around what I could of her, she took off a ring she had worn every day that I had known her, and placed it in my hand.  As she did this, she spoke so softly to me words I'll never forget for the rest of my days.  "You can't save everyone."  Immediately after speaking this to me, I got up from the floor and started screaming out for someone to get some help.  Mind you, others had seen it, and I'm sure someone was already being called, but I was in a hysteria of not wanting to lose a second friend to that same exact knife.  Seeing me get up, she reached out, grabbed the leg of my jeans and in her dying whisper repeated it again.  "You just...can't."  I took the ring.  And while I didn't ALWAYS wear it, when I DID, I wore it with pride, and as a reminder...that I can't.  But at the same time, I always held myself to a vow that just because I might not be able to save everyone, that didn't mean I had to stop trying. 
Amber was my most recent...attempt.  I haven't yet had the proper chance to put into action any...for lack of better wording, plans...to try and do what I can for her.  But, apparently Big Dog, Pat, and from what I gather everyone else in the pack sees her as a lost cause.
Do I concede?  Or do I proceed?  I'm not yet sure, but either way, this project just got a lot more emotionally taxing.