Note: Wow… four chapters already… I've never kept that up before! Maybe because finals are over for me, and I have nothing to do… Anyway, I really enjoyed writing Chapter Three: Behind Blue Eyes (a song by The Who), it's my favorite so far! And as for Mimi having a relationship with someone… I'm still thinking about it.

Another Note: Please review! In all honesty, that's what motivates me… (sad, I know).

Amor Vincit Omnia

Love Conquers Everything

Chapter Four – If You Leave

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Tai

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"Hey, Mimi!" I ran up to her, "Where were you? And where's Sora?"

Mimi, who had her cell phone on her ear, ignored me. She only turned around to glare at me, and then she turned back around. She flipped her cell phone shut. "Dammit…" She muttered, then flipped her phone open again and began dialing furiously again, "Pick up!"

"Um…Mimi…who are you calling?" I blinked at her, confused.

She whipped around again, "Have you seen Sora?"

"What…" Now I was really confused, "I thought she was with you!"

"Well, she left, and now I can't find her!" She took the drink that I was holding in my hand (which I successfully bought from the bartender) and took a gulp of it, "Goddammit…"

"Uh…Where did she go then?"

Mimi looked at me, "It's all your fault, you know." She hissed, narrowing her eyes. "If you hadn't gone somewhere else—"

"Hold it!" I couldn't believe it! Since when was it my fault? "What the hell are you talking about? My fault? What did I do?" Geez, this girl was difficult.

"Where were you anyway? When we just came in the club? Tell me that!" She accused.

Geez, I really didn't want to admit it, but the minute that we entered the club, I immediately got separated from Sora and Mimi, and I got lost in the crowd. "I got lost." I said dejectedly.

"Well, it's still your fault." She began to dial her phone again.

Okay, I was still lost. "Tell me why it's my fault." I ran my fingers through my hair, bewildered.

"I told Sora that I was planning to hook you two up, and she got seriously pissed. I mean, please. I was just trying to help…"

What? She was trying to do what?! Now I was surprised and confused… "She got mad at you?"

Mimi nodded, tears filling her eyes, "She got mad because…" She trailed off, then glanced at me quickly, "It's not you, it's just that she doesn't believe in love…I know that sounds stupid, but…"

"Ok, ok… So what happened then?" God, I felt awkward hearing this, especially the part about Sora getting mad at Mimi for trying to hook us up…

"Well, she got mad, then walked away. I've been trying to call her, but she won't pick up!" Her voice shook, "It's nearly 2:00 am, and I still can't find her! What if something bad happened?" She closed her eyes.

"It's ok, Mimi." Truthfully, I was surprised to see Mimi cry like this. It always seemed like she only cared about herself, but now… "Don't worry, we'll find her."

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Matt

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Ok, I know it was a bit reckless of me, but it was the only thing I could think of in the heat of the moment. I know I could get in serious trouble for punching someone. I could've gotten arrested for battery and assault, that's why I ran, with Sora in tow.

Now, we were standing outside the club, I was trying to catch my breath, my hands on my knees, and Sora was standing there, swaying a little. I looked up at her, "Are you all right?" I asked. She looked kind of queasy.

"Why the hell did you do that for?" She glared at me, leaning on the wall for support. I noticed, now, that we were standing in an ally.

"What?" I blinked at her. "What are you talking about? Why did I do that? I was helping your ass!!!"

"I can take care of myself!" She was obviously drunk. "I'm not some helpless little girl that needs someone to rescue her!"

"Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes, what is it with this girl? "You were taking care of yourself just fine back there, when that guy nearly hauled you away!"

"I was taking care of it!" She shouted, her speech was still slightly slurred. "Until you came and punched the guy!" she blinked rapidly at me, and I noticed that her face was becoming really pale.

I stared at her, wondering what the hell she was thinking, yelling at me like this after I just saved her. She stared right back at me.

I sighed. "Look, Sora. What are you even doing here any—"

Suddenly her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she keeled over in front of me, then she vomited.

"SHIT!" I jumped back quickly to avoid her vomit getting on me, "Sora…" I kneeled down in front of her, "Sora…" I said again, softly. She looked up at me, her eyes were half closed. Amazingly, the vomit didn't even get on her face, considering she was drunk, this was an amazing feat.

Trying to steer clear of stepping on the vomit, I helped her up to her feet. She seemed weaker than she did just minutes ago. She looked at me again, and then she closed her eyes and slumped forward.

I caught her quickly. God. Did she just pass out? I grumbled a few curses, and picked up her up. She was surprisingly very light.

Just then, the door to the club opened, and I saw one of my band mates stepping out, a cigarette in his hand.

"Hey." I said.

He jumped, and dropped the cigarette. "FUCK!" he cursed, putting his hand to his heart, "You fucking scared me!" then he noticed that I was carrying Sora, "Hey, what's with the chick?"

"Uh…There was a slight problem, and now she's passed out…" I didn't really feel like explaining this. "Hey, can I get the keys to the van? I need to take her home."

He nodded and took the car keys out of his pocket. We used the van to transport ourselves and our equipment to gigs and band practice. Funny, since we've only had one gig. "You know we get back on stage in 5 minutes." He said bluntly, throwing the keys at me, but since I didn't have a free hand, it hit me against the head and fell on the floor.

"Yeah, about that…" Damn my head hurt now. "I don't think I can make it…considering…" I glanced at Sora.

"Fine, we'll just have to rough it without you." He glared at me, "Just watch when we get our record deal, and you'll be left out!"

I laughed, "Keep it up, then it'll be you that is out of a job." I knelt down, and quickly snatched the keys off of the floor while still holding Sora, who was now mumbling something in her unconscious state.

My band mate shook his head, and took out another cigarette, "Schee ya." He mumbled, with the cigarette in his mouth.

I loaded Sora in the back seat, and jumped into the front seat. I didn't really have a lot of experience driving because I never really got the chance to practice. I turned on the ignition, and slammed on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot.

Ok. I kind of forgot where Sora lived, but when I finally found it, and carried her to her doorstep, I just thought of something…

I didn't have the keys to her house, obviously.

I glanced at her purse, suspiciously. Maybe it was in there, but then again, if I did go through her purse, wouldn't that be violating her privacy? God knows what's in there anyway, and I honestly didn't feel comfortable rummaging through her purse.

If I rang the doorbell, her mom would probably answer and then find out that her daughter had gone to a club where they served alcohol, got drunk, then passed out.

That wouldn't be very good.

I cursed loudly at my dilemma. "Where the fuck am I supposed to take you now?" I muttered to Sora, who was still comatose.

I really didn't know where to take her, and since I was feeling pretty tired…there was only one choice in my mind…

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Sora

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I woke up and discovered my head hurt, my throat felt scratchy, and I felt sluggish. God, I couldn't even open my eyes.

Slowly, I sat up in my bed, only to realize that it was a big mistake to do so. The headache I felt when I woke up became worse. It felt like my head was spinning. With difficulty, I opened my eyes.

The first thing I noticed was a guitar.

There was a guitar leaning against a corner in the room, and as panic spread through me, I looked quickly around the room.

It wasn't my room.

It wasn't anyone's room that I knew.

It was a stranger's room.

Trying not to scream in panic, I quickly looked down at myself, and to my relief, discovered I was still wearing my clothes.

I surveyed the room again, and to my horror, I discovered that it was the messiest room I'd ever seen.

No kidding. I almost completely forgot the fact that I was in a stranger's bed when I saw how disorganized and disgusting this room was.

There were clothes all over the place, although, confusingly, it was just t-shirts… CDs were stacked about every where around the room, and there were random pieces of crumpled and notebook paper found around the room. I blinked rapidly and picked up a piece of paper that was on the table next to the bed.

It looked like poetry, but it looked like it was also lyrics to a song.

Huh. Who was this guy? I was fighting the urge to clean his room, and judging from the clothes, I knew the room belonged to a guy. Ugh. I had to get out of here. I wasn't even interested in seeing who the room belonged to. I just wanted out. Quickly.

I thought about my choices of escape. There was a window, but the blinds were closed, so I didn't know what was outside. There was a door, but a light was on outside, and I had a pretty good feeling that the owner of this room was on the other side of the door.

I sighed. My head really hurt, and all I wanted to do was just crawl into my own bed and go to sleep.

I got out of bed and peeked through the blinds of the window. It was facing the street, and I noticed that this was an apartment building. Also, to my dismay, I found that the window was really high up.

Way high up. A good 15 stories high. I felt even dizzier. How the hell am I going to get out of here? I felt like screaming long and loud.

I searched around the room, and under a fallen stack of CDs, I found the time. 2:37 am.

I closed my eyes. How did I even end up here? I tried to recall what happened last night, but all I remembered was…

My argument with Mimi.

Someone pulling on my arm.

Then, darkness.

Judging from the sour taste in my mouth, I probably puked somewhere between that time and now. Huh. Did I get drunk?

Now I really didn't want to face whoever it was that witnessed that. I would've rather climbed out the window and jumped.

Suddenly, I heard my cell phone vibrate. I looked at my purse, which was on the floor next to my shoes. I walked over and took it out. I picked it up.

"Hello?" I said as softly as possible.

"SORA??!?!" A high-pitched shriek screamed, "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?!?!?

I put the phone away from my ear, "Oh, hey, Mimi."

"WHERE WERE YOU!?!?!? OMIGOD!! I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!"

"I'm fine, Mimi." I said. I didn't really want to tell her about my problem, wherever I was, I was going to find a way out of it myself. "I'm uh… at home."

"GEEZ, SORA!!! You should've told me! Why didn't you pick up your phone? Did you realize how worried I was?!!?!"

"Um, ok but—"

"No, you listen. I'm really sorry about last night, and—"

"It's ok, Mimi." I closed my eyes and rubbed at my temple with my free hand. My head really hurt.

"But, I really didn't mean to—"

I interrupted her again, "No, it's my fault. I took it too seriously, it's fine." I looked quickly around the room again. "Listen, I gotta go, I'll talk to you later." I hung up before she could say anything else and made my decision.

I walked over to the window and examined it. I didn't see it at first, but there was a fire escape that had a ladder attached to it. Hmm… I could just climb out the window and climb down it. I turned back to the room and looked around.

God, the room was messy. I hated leaving it in this state, but I didn't have time. I rolled my eyes and took my purse and put on my shoes. I pulled up the blinds and pushed up the window.

I looked down and immediately felt sick. Ok, I was scared of heights. I shook my head and climbed out, landing on the platform. Then I slowly climbed down ladder after ladder.

When I finally reached the ground, the feeling of panic I had felt in my stomach while climbing down the ladder disappeared.

I slowly walked to the curbside in front of the apartment and sat down, my knees pulled up against my chest. I felt so tired…

I tried to recall what had happened last night, but I really couldn't remember a thing. All I remember was that someone had led me away somewhere….

Before I knew it, hot tears filled my eyes. They ran down my cheeks, and I quickly wiped them away. I was relieved that no one was here to witness my moment of weakness. God.I was crying. I was contemplating how pitiful and pathetic I was when I heard a very familiar voice…

"Sora…?"

Surprised, I quickly wiped away some more tears, and turned around, where Matt was standing behind me, his hands in his pockets, looking down at me.

I blinked at him, surprised to see him here, "Matt…" was all I could say.

"Are you ok?"

I nodded quickly and turned away, wiping away another stray tear. I turned around, "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

He put his hand behind his head and looked away, "Well…" he began…

Suddenly I remembered. I remembered me shouting at him, and Matt shouting back. I remembered him punching a guy who was holding on to my arm and trying to pull me away… Shit.

"Oh, my god." I said, standing up, again, tears were filling my eyes. Why was I crying?

"Um…Sorry I had to take you back to my place…" He looked away from me again, "It's just that, I didn't want your mom to find out that you were…"

I remembered that I was drunk…that feeling of dizziness, that creepy smile that guy gave me… How pathetic did I look?

Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I sniffled. This was even worse than throwing up. I hated it when people saw me cry. It made me look weak, and I was definitely not weak.

"Hey, Sora…" I heard shock in Matt's voice, "Sora, tell me what's wrong." He took a step closer to me and I took a step back.

"It's nothing…" I was busy wiping my eyes, "Go away…"

Suddenly, before I knew it, I was crying into him, my face on his chest, his arms were around me, and for the first time that night, I felt strangely comforted.

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Mimi

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Ok. It was nice to know that Sora was ok. She could've at least called me. Even though she was mad at me.

Tai was still with me, and we were not even in the club anymore. The band was playing without Matt, for some reason, and that made me go into an even worse mood than I was in before.

I mean, please. How could they go on without Matt, anyway? He's practically the only one in the group that can sing. Hmmm…I wonder where he went.

"Mimi?" I turned around, and Tai was standing there, looking at the floor.

"Yeah?" I blinked at him, annoyed that he broke off my train of thought.

"Well…I don't know…um…"

"What?" I asked, even more annoyed, "Just say it."

"Do you really think that Sora just got mad because of the fact that… or does she not really like me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Please. She's always telling me that she doesn't date because of the fact that love doesn't exist, and she's only saving herself from getting hurt or some shit like that." I looked at him. He looked kind of heartbroken. Poor guy.

"Don't worry. She probably does like you, I mean; you guys have known each other since kindergarten or something like that. Besides…you have some…nice qualities about yourself…" Please don't let him ask me what qualities those are… I can't think of any right now.

"Like what?" Damn.

"Well…" I began, trying to think, "You have…nice hair. You're one of the nicest guys I know. You're…uh… really good at soccer…" I stopped, "oh, and… a lot of other things too!"

Tai blinked at me, "Thanks…I guess."

I rolled my eyes, "Stop worrying. Gosh, you should have more confidence in yourself! I mean, please. Well, anyway, I better get going. I'll see you later." I waved to him, then walked away.

To Be Continued.

Author Note: Wow, that was longer than I expected! Hahaha, well, I hope you guys liked it, and please review!!! Tell me what you think!!!