~!Author'sNote!~ I'm not gonna waste your time rambling. So just enjoy the chapter. Review, please! xoxo, Aly.

"Oh, don't get on the pillow! Aw, no, shit. Damn!" I pressed the sheet over my wrist and sat up quickly, banging my head on the top of the bunk. "Fuck me."

I stared at the pillow, that single drop of blood staring at me, mocking me.

"Annabeth?" Alex asked from the other side of the curtain.

I flipped the pillow over, tucked my aching arm under my torso and pretended to sleep.

Alex opened the curtain, examined me momentarily, and shut the curtain again.

I sighed heavily.

I flipped back over and watched as more blood stained the sheet.

"Why do I do this?" I whispered.

Because, you're a stupid, fat, ugly bitch. Ana said from somewhere deep in the back of my mind.

"Fuck you." I said aloud.

Don't say that, Annabeth. You know where you would be without me... Ana replied.

It's true, I did know where I would be.

I would still be the same loser kid I was in fifth grade. When I was fat, and nerdy, and stupid. Everyone hated me. I got bullied everyday, multiple times a day.

Finally, I got sick of it. I stopped eating, I got skinny and pretty, and soon everyone loved me. It was amazing. Who knew how much fifty pounds could affect your life?

I shook my head and punched myself, hard, in the thigh.

"Oof." I muttered. That was harder than I intended.

Stop hurting yourself. This is pointless and sick. I thought.

I rolled out of my bunk and ran to the bathroom.

I folded up the bloody sheet and shoved it in the very back of the cabinet and started cleaning the blood off my arms.

When all the blood was gone I changed shirts and headed back to my bunk.

"What are you still doing up?" Rian asked when I almost ran into him.

"I had to pee." I lied.

He just nodded and wiped his eyes tiredly. "Same here. Good night, Annie."

"Night, Ri." I smiled and climbed into bed, this time to actually sleep.

Alex shook his head at me. "You're sick. And I just can't handle that, Annabeth. It's too much. We're over."

I sobbed heavily. "Alex, please."

"No." He said. "Just get out. Go home."

"Alex, I don't have anywhere to go!" I yelled.

"That's your own fault." He shrugged.

"Please, don't!" I cried as Alex pulled me off of the bus.

He sat me on the curb and slammed the door of the bus, locking it.

"This is your own fault!" He yelled out the window as the bus pulled away from the sidewalk.

He was gone. Alex was gone.

"No!" I screamed as I wrenched myself out of the nightmare.

I heard a thump and my curtain was torn open.

"Annabeth? Are you okay?" Alex asked as he pulled me into his arms.

I sobbed and held him tight. "I had the worst dream ever!"

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

"You left me, like, stranded and I had nowhere to go. But I didn't care about the fact that I had nowhere to go, what bothered was that I didn't have you and I couldn't handle it." I sobbed into his chest.

"Baby, you know I'll never leave you." He whispered. "I love you."

"I love you, too. I love you so much." I said.

Alex stroked my hair soothingly and I curled up against him.

He pulled me into the lounge and sat down on the sofa with me on his lap.

After an hour, I finally ran out of tears.

Alex wiped my wet cheeks. "Everything will be okay, I promise."

I smiled. "Thank you."

"Anytime." He squeezed me tightly.

"Sleep with me?" I asked.

He raised his eyebrows. "Umm, already? I mean..."

"Not like that, slut." I giggled. "I mean sleep in the bed with me."

"Oh, sure." He smiled.

We crawled into his bunk and I curled up next to him.

"What time is it?" I yawned.

Alex pulled out his phone and checked the screen. "Four in the morning."

I groaned. "Does anyone ever get a full night of sleep on tour?"

"Only Jack. He sleeps like a bear." He said.

I giggled. "Yeah."

"Get some sleep, baby." He whispered.

"What if I have another nightmare?" I asked.

"If you do, I'll be right here when you wake up. I promise." He said.

I snuggled into his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed my cheek.

Then I slept.

"Annie?" Alex cooed. "Wake up, baby."

I opened my eyes and saw Alex hovering over me.

"Good morning." I smiled.

"Or night." He laughed. "It's 9 p.m."

"I slept all day?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Weirdness." I laughed.

Alex pulled me out of bed and I groaned. "Ugh, standing requires energy. And so does walking."

"Would you like me to carry you?" He asked.

"I can just crawl." I yawned.

He swept me into his arms and walked us into the lounge where the guys were all changing clothes.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We're going to party. And you're coming with us." Rian said.

"Yay!" I jumped out of Alex's arms and ran to my bunk.

I pulled my suitcase out and rummaged around to find the dress I'd bought.

It was a dark blue, strapless minidress. And it was sexy.

I went into the bathroom and slipped it on.

Then I found my four inch black heels, put those on, and quickly did my hair and make-up.

I sauntered back into the lounge and Alex stared. "Wow. You look so beautiful."

"Thank you." I smiled and took in his grey skinny jeans, black dress shirt and loose black tie. "You look great."

"Mehh!" Jack screamed.

I looked over at him. "Are you okay, Jacky?"

"I can't tie this fucking thing!" He yelled and gestured to his tie.

I laughed. "Lemme do it."

I tied it and smoothed it down. Perfect.

"Thank you so much!" Jack gushed with a high pitched voice. "I look sooo perfect!"

"If you ever do that again or I will shove my heel in your pee-hole." I threatened.

The guys all shuddered.

"Just the thought..." Alex began.

"You already feel it." Rian finished.

I laughed. "Try getting kicked in the vagina, or the tit. It's just as bad."

"Have you ever been kicked in the vagina?" Rian asked.

"Once. In junior high. We were playing soccer and my friend Lexi accidently missed the ball and I was standing too close and..." I trailed off. "Oh, it was bad. I cried a little bit."

"Did it like, radiate up into your stomach?" Zack asked.

I nodded. "I thought I was gonna get sick."

"So, a kick to the vagina is equivalent to a kick in the balls?" Jack said.

I nodded. "Pretty much."

"If you ever kick me in the balls I'll kick you in the vagina." He laughed.

"Then I'll have to punch you in the face." Alex said.

I smiled. "Oh, calm down. He's joking."

"I don't care. No one hurts you, ever." He whispered.

"Awe!" I blushed and reached for him.

He kissed me softly.

I curled into him and I could hear the guys shuffle out of the room.

"They're leaving. We could just stay here and do this all night." Alex muttered.

I smiled. "What would people think?"

"Who cares?" He said.

"How about we party for like, an hour then we come back here and do this?" I suggested.

"30 minutes..." Alex said.

"45?"

"Fair enough." He smiled and pulled me off of the bus.

"Where are we anyways?" I asked.

"Ohio." He said.

"Oh. Do Ohio people know how to party?" I asked.

"Well, look around you, do they?" He said when we entered what appeared to be a warehouse.

The brick walls were covered with band posters and pictures and graffiti, the floor was caked with glitter, the music was amazing, and there was enough vodka to last the rest of my life.

"Yes. They do. They know how to party." I smiled.

"Let me buy you a drink." Alex pulled me to the bar.

"Vodka soda." I ordered.

Alex ordered a beer for himself.

The bartender handed us our drinks and I downed mine in one gulp and ordered another. Then another. Then one more, or was it two?

Before long, I was completely smashed.

Alex and I were dancing when I saw a bald guy and walked up to him.

I tapped his shoulder and he turned towards me. "Can I rub your head?"

I stretched onto my toes and ran my hand over his smooth head.

Alex pulled me away. "I'm sorry about her. She's had a bit too much to drink."

"You've had quite a bit yourself, mister." I slurred and poked his cheek.

"I've had three beers." He said. "You've had six vodka sodas."

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"If you were normal, you would be throwing up by now." He explained.

"Oh well." I giggled. "Oh, wait! Has it been 45 minutes?"

"No. It's been about 28 minutes." He said.

"Oh. Well, can we leave early?" I asked.

He nodded and pulled me out of the club. "I wish you would be asking this when you were sober."

"Awe, don't be downer." I said when we climbed on the bus and I collapsed on the couch. "Just make out with me."

"You need to sleep this off." Alex said.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to me. "Come on, please."

"No. You're drunk. You need to sleep." He said firmly.

I straddled him. "No, I don't."

"Annie. I mean it."

"So do I." I kissed him roughly, effectively shutting him up.

"Babe, we can't." He groaned as I tore his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"The guys don't have to know." I whispered and pushed his shirt off.

"What if they catch us?" He asked.

I bit his neck.

Alex groaned again. "Bunk. Now!"