It was past 10pm when Tony and I got back to my apartment, neither of us realizing that we had spent over 3 hours sitting up in that tree. We spent the time talking about the past, learning all of the things that have changed over six years. We told stories, most of them were from him. He had done so many different things, he had traveled so much. While I was just trying to make it by.

The one thing we didn't talk about was the future. There are so many possibilities for us, but we definitely need to figure out what we're doing. If he wants me to, I'll definitely move to San Diego, maybe if I sell some furniture I'll be able to afford to rent an apartment. The place I lived with Vic at was pretty cheap back then, maybe it still will be.

"Hey Mike?" Tony said as I sat down on the couch, "Will you drive me to my hotel? I took a cab here, but I'm out of cash..."

"First of all you don't have to explain yourself, I'm happy to do it," I responded, smiling at him, "And secondly, you don't have to stay at a hotel, you can stay here if you want."

He smiled back at me before he said, "Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden..."

I shook my head to myself before I stood up in front of him. I put my hands on his shoulders, "Yes I'm sure silly, I want you here." I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

His turned bright red as he gazed back at me, "Good," he said, grinning madly, "Can you at least take me to get my bag?"

I nodded before backing away to get my keys. He remained in the same spot, awkwardly biting his lip. His face was still red, it was really cute, I'm glad we're trying again. To be honest, I don't know if we're completely back together or not. I mean, yes we both admitted we only wanted each other, but we never really talked about where we go now. I guess we'll figure it out sooner or later, before Tony leaves of course.

"Tony?" I asked, seeing as he hadn't moved, "You coming?"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry," he exclaimed, snapping out of whatever daze he was in. His face was still pretty bad as we left the apartment.

When I started my car, I remembered that I had left the radio on the alternative station. I doubt Tony cared though, considering he's part of that genre...

"So Jenna," the radio station guy said, "There's a rumor going around that you and Vic Fuentes had a fling during warped last year. Care to confirm anything?"

"Um no," the familiar voice of Jenna McDougall filled the car, it was obvious she was trying not to laugh, "First of all, he doesn't play my team and second of all he just got married. So no, nothing happened, we're just good friends."

I raised an eyebrow and and looked at Tony.

"A few years after you left Tonight Alive got signed to our label," Tony explained, "She apologized for all of the stuff that happened with you, and we've been friends ever since."

I nodded, turning my attention back to the interview. It's weird to hear her voice again, I haven't thought about her in years. I wonder how she's doing...

"One last question," the interviewer said, "A few weeks ago George posted on Twitter, "A lot of people are surprised to know that I'm not a funding TA member," care to explain?"

"Well," Jenna said, taking a deep breath, "Our original drummer quit after we recorded our first demo album. I don't blame him though, I pulled a really bitch move on him... And when I came to my senses and went to apologize, I found out from his ex that he moved out of San Diego and didn't tell anyone where and why. I haven't heard from him since."

"What did you do to him?" the interviewed asked, he sounded surprised. I don't blame him, if Jenna's the same as she was back then, she comes off as not being able to hurt a fly.

"I got between him and said ex," she explained, "Who he was dating at the time. That's the simplest way to put it. It was a really weird situation."

"How so?"

"I don't really feel comfortable going into details without his permission, it's something quite personal," she said, "Not to mention it's ancient history, happened six years ago..."

I tuned out to the rest of the interview. I was thankful that she didn't say anything about what happened all those years ago, it's not exactly something I want everyone to know. It also seems that she realized how bitchy it was for her to do, which is good. There's no way I would've forgiven her if she still thought it was ok. But she's right, it is ancient history.

Once we arrived at the hotel, Tony hopped out of the car to go to his room. He emerged no more than 15 minutes later, with a backpack, small duffel bag and pillow. We drove back to my apartment in a comfortable silence, even with so much we needed to say, we were still comfortable in silence.

"Hey Mike," Tony asked, after we were sitting together on my couch, "What are we going to do?"

Notes

Title Cred: Trading Yesterday

A little bit of necessary filler (If that makes sense?)