I woke up the next morning to the sound of someone puking in the nearby bathroom. Figuring it was Mel, because let's face it, it always was, I rolled out of bed to go check on her.

I passed by Michael, who was dead to the world. Why was he such a sound sleeper? It baffled me. I found Mel leaning over the toilet bowl, her elbows on either side of the seat, with her head hanging between them. I walked over and pulled her hair out of her face, tying it back with the elastic I always wore on my wrist.

"Thanks," she mumbled with a gravely voice. I smiled to myself. Same old Mel, she got wasted, had a blast while doing it, and then ends up with a hangover that would surely last all day.

I sat down, my back against the tub, keeping my friend company. "So, have fun last night?" I teased.

Her head turned to the side so she could glare at me. I chuckled lightly to myself. "Your night was probably better than mine," she said, before jumping into her tale of last night's events. "You," she pointed, "had not one but two guys hanging all over you. Me? I tried, and failed, to hookup with anyone. But, at least the alcohol was good."

"Yeah? I'm surprised you still think that," I said, referring to her description of the alcohol.

"Shut up!" We sat in silence for a few minutes, Mel trying to calm her stomach enough to scoot away from the toilet and me playing with my finger nails, thinking about everything that had happened last night, dwelling on my major revelation. I liked John O'Callaghan. What? I didn't like anyone. "So, how was your night?" Mel asked.

I looked up to find her sitting next to me, finally free from the bowl to her left. I met her eyes and tried to smile. But failed.

"Oh no. What happened?" Apparently she caught on. Then again, we had been friends for years, I should have been nervous if she hadn't.

"Um… two things. No. Make that three." I paused to rethink the order of events from the night before. "I'm going to tell you backwards, okay? You'll get why later." She nodded so I inhaled and began my speech. I started with Tommy. I told her about him kissing me, and me running away, again. Then I told her why he had dragged me back to our room. That he had caught me with Alex, that we almost had sex. Then I told her why I was with Alex in the first place. That, like normal, like always, I was running from my feelings. Those feelings being towards a certain person named John.

She gasped as I told her this. She knew as well as anyone else who knew me that I didn't admit that I liked a guy. Hell, I didn't even like any guys. I forbid myself to. I remained detached from them. As I had promised her, everything from last night made sense as soon as that bit of information was given.

We sat in silence. I could tell Mel didn't know what to say. We had never had this type of situation before. I, on the other hand, tried to tell myself that I didn't like John. That it was the alcohol playing with me, that I was imagining things. I tried to tell myself anything, anything at all, but I knew I was just lying to myself.

After about twenty minutes sitting on the bathroom floor, Mel and I got up, deciding to wake the boys and get ready for Warped. I was actually surprised we weren't there already, waiting in line to be one of the first ones through the gate.

I showered, removing everything from last night from my body. I was going to pretend none of it happened. I was going to act like everything was okay. I was going to lie.

We got to the venue at about eleven. We had only missed one set, which Michael had been excited to see. I kept my distance from Tommy, and I could tell he was hurt by it. I had never avoided him before, and I wasn't completely doing it now. We still walked hand in hand around the venue, we still laughed at each other's jokes, and we pretended everything was normal. The only thing we didn't do was meeting each other's eyes. I knew he wanted to talk about last night, probably apologize to me, but I wasn't ready to.

It was now about four o'clock and the heat was starting to get to me. Even though I was wearing a pair of cuffed Bermudas and a cropped t-shirt that showed more than enough skin, I was still sweating.

The next set was All Time Low in twenty minutes. I thought Tommy would refuse to go, given what had happened last night, but he didn't. He only gripped my hand tighter as we made our way through the crowd. We found a shaded spot near the side of the stage and waited for the show to begin.

Michael and Mel were talking about a guy that had walked past, who they said looked a lot like Andy Sixx, Michael's crush. Tommy decided this was as good a time as any to bring up the previous night.

"Roni?"

"Hmm?" I looked up, finally meeting his eyes, and then wished I hadn't. They were sad, I felt bad for him and my eyes began to water as I looked away.

He lifted my chin with the hand that wasn't still holding mine. "I'm sorry for last night Roni." I tried to cut him off but he continued. "I'm sorry I kissed you. I swore I wouldn't do something like that. I just want to be around you. But mostly I'm sorry for dragging you from the party. I should have let you make your own decisions. Forgive me?" His eyes pleaded with mine. He knew I couldn't stay mad at him very long, not that I was even mad at him to begin with. I was just confused.

I nodded my head, telling him we were okay, and thankfully he dropped it. He turned to the stage where the band had just appeared. Except now I was the one who couldn't take my eyes off of him.

Usually he would never let something like last night go. He'd badger me until I told him, which, truthfully, was never very long. I just didn't understand what was so different this time.

A/N: filler-ish... and kind of short, i know

so, i have a question:

team Tommy? John? or Alex?

i'm playing this story by ear... i have a general direction that i'm heading, but i have no idea where it will actually end up..

so, suggestions? what do you want to see happen at Warped?

talk to me, love.