Oh yeah-if you are a member of Escape The Fate reading this and you're really creeped out…I'm sorry. I don't want to be creepy, I just love to write, and I love ETF. I also have a bad habit of shipping band members.

If you're not a member of ETF, have fun you little creepster.

Monte ambled out of the cramped bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. He dumped the towel on his bunk, and turned around to locate the shared hair straightener. To find Max staring beadily at him.

"Hey, man, have you seen the straightener?" Monte asked, trying to ignore Max gazing into his soul.

"No, and I haven't seen your HETEROSEXUALITY either."

"Uh…what?" Monte asked carefully. Max laughed. "Come on, dude. I see how you look at Craig. And you slept with the guy!"

Monte spluttered. "I don't-we were tired! You're the one who's kissed him several times!"

"Yeah, on stage! It doesn't count! But you were full on spooning, dude. When you woke up, you were ignoring Robert and gazing into each other's eyes."

"For like, a second. We were trying to remember what happened-"

Max guffawed. "SEX is what happened!"

Monte rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were burning. "I give up, man. Where's Robert?"

Max ran a black-nailed finger over his eyebrow. "Him and Craig are at Starbucks having breakfast. On a totally unrelated note, do you think I should shave my brows off again?"

"Thanks, and no way. It's creepy."

Max winked. "I like creepy. See you later, dude."

"See you," Monte mumbled, and pulling on a beanie over his now curly hair, descended the steps of the bus into the blistering cold. Conversations with Max always left him feeling a little winded. Max was a full-on guy.

After a five-minute walk, he located the Starbucks and gladly went in, embracing the warmth. Craig and Robert were sitting in the corner, talking with serious looks on their faces. There was also an ungodly amount of food on the table.

"Hey," Monte said, pulling up a chair, "What's up?"

"Hey," Robert grinned, Craig smiled.

Monte, picking up a feeling of seriousness, asked "Is everything okay?"

Craig nodded. "Yeah-it's fine. Well…hopefully it will be."

Monte nodded slowly. He had no idea what Craig was on about.

"Well, I'm gonna take off," Craig said, standing up. "See you guys at the show tonight."

"See you dude," Robert said, Monte echoed him.

Craig grinned, but he looked nervous. He walked out the door and down the road, in the opposite direction of the bus. Probably off to get a drink.

"Hey-is Craig okay?" Monte asked suddenly. Robert took a deep breath. "Why do you ask?"

Monte frowned. "He's usually so…full of life, and happy. He seems really confused and sad today."

Robert nodded wisely. "That's because he's been figuring some shit out. His sexuality."

It was silent in the cafe, but inside Monte's head a million things were rushing around at once.

He felt…hopeful.

Why? He was straight. Craig was one of his best friends. That was how it always had been.

So why did those two words spin Monte's imagination out of control? Could he possibly have feelings for Craig?

Suddenly paranoid that everyone in Starbucks could mind-read, Monte turned his thoughts to his coffee.

"Oh, okay. I hope he works it out," he said lamely. "Uh, I gotta go too. Meet back here for lunch?"

Robert nodded, turning his attention back to all the food. "Sure. See you, man."

"Bye," Monte smiled, and left the cafe. He struggled through the cold wind until he got to the empty tour bus. Then the confused Peruvian climbed into his bunk, shut the curtain, and thought and thought about the whole Craig situation.