I climbed back into the bunk after waking up and using the restroom. I was in a much better mood now that I had slept and talked to Tony and, not to mention, I was officially done with my period. It only lasted three days, but that was still far too long for me. I’m sure any girl could agree that any amount of time while on a period is too long.

Tony was awake when I got back and laying on his back. He was holding his phone up with his left hand and using his right index finger to scroll around. I laid down on my side and just watched him as he stared at the screen.

“Check your instagram,” Tony said with a small smile slowly creeping its way onto his face.

I furrowed my eyebrows and reached under his pillow to grab my phone. Sure enough there was an alert on my phone, notifying me that Tony had tagged me in a post on instagram. I opened it up as my heart began to pound in my chest. The page loaded and there was a picture of me, sleeping while Tony was pressing a kiss to forehead. It was in black and white, making my skin look like porcelain and his hair look jet black and silky. I liked the picture and then looked at the caption beneath it.

Yup. Girlfriend. @meediemontclair

I laughed a little bit at how straight-forward the caption was, but then a blush soon crept onto my cheeks. Tony was my boyfriend. It was official. I honestly never thought that I would ever have a boyfriend in my adult life, let alone think that boyfriend would be Tony Perry. I pushed my phone back under the pillow and turned my attention back over to Tony. He was typing away at his phone, staring at it through his thick-rimmed glasses. He looked so adorable with his glasses on. I looked over his whole body. His shirt was wrinkled from sleeping and had ridden up just a bit so I could see the button of his pants.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled over so I was straddling Tony; which was difficult since we were crammed in his bunk. He looked at me from over his cell phone and gave me a smirk. I grabbed his phone and set it down on the small ledge on the side of the bunk. I reached over and shut the curtain as Tony’s hands grabbed onto my hips.

“What’s up?” Tony asked with a breathy laugh. He gently bit his lip and released it.

I pulled my shirt from over my head and set it down on the mattress. “You tell me,” I said with a smirk. I bent down and Tony’s lips were on mine in an instant. The kiss was hungry, yet passionate. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and I didn’t hesitate to open my mouth just enough for my tongue to meet his. Everything felt so new – so much more passionate now that I knew Tony was my boyfriend.

“You need to show me what you can do with your tongue,” I reminded him as I broke away from the kiss. He connected his lips to my neck, forcing a moan to escape my lips. Tony and I had only had sex three times now, and he already knew what drove me wild. I began to gently grind my hips against his. I was still somewhat unsure of what to do, but I just let instinct take over.

“Is anybody here?” Tony asked.

“No,” I answered, breathless. He lifted his right hand and pulled down the zipper of my jeans before popping open the button. He slipped his fingers inside of my pants and under my underwear. I bit my lip as he gently began to rub me. I could never get sick of the feeling of his calloused fingers – every time he touched me in an intimate moment it felt better than the last. I began to pant heavily, feeling myself becoming more and more turned on the more he continued to bite at my neck and rub beneath my pants.

“Tony,” I moaned out.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he said as he placed his lips on my chest, right over where my bra didn’t quite cover. He pulled the cups down so they were sitting under my breasts, but still keeping them supported.

“I want your mouth,” I said quietly.

Tony smirked as he pulled me down so my chest was right in his face. He buried his face into my exposed breasts before sucking a nipple into his mouth and gently letting his teeth graze over it. I was a moaning mess as he did this. I could feel him bucking his hips up every so often, so I reached down and pulled his pants down just enough to free his erection. I wrapped my hands around him and felt him moan against my chest.

He pulled away after a minute and looked down as I ran my hands over his length. “The only way we could pull that off is if we 69-ed it,” Tony said as he continued to watch my hands. “It’s too crammed in this fucking bunk.”

“I’m not doing that,” I laughed softly.

Tony groaned as I moved my hands a bit quicker. I watched his face as his eyes narrowed and he bit on his bottom lip. “I have an idea,” he said quickly. I stopped moving my hands and he rolled out from underneath me, getting out of the bunk entirely. He grabbed onto my ankles and turned my body sideways and then grabbed onto my thighs and pulled my bottom toward the edge of the bunk.

He was standing on the floor, and since his bunk was on the top, he was only slightly taller than the edge of the bunk. He removed my pants quickly and threw them behind him and into my bunk. He pulled my legs up and over his shoulders before inching himself closer to my center.

“You ready?” he asked with a cocky smirk.

I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, he dipped his head down between my legs. My fingers immediately gripped the sheets. I had been with so many women before, and most of them were amazing at what they did. A woman would know what a woman wants, right? Well, Tony’s talent with his tongue sure did challenge that statement. He was gentle in his motions, but applied just the right amount of pressure to drive me insane.

I moaned out louder than I had ever moaned. Louder than when Tony and I had sex for the first time. Louder than any time I had been with a girl. Tony reached one hand up and inserted two fingers, but he didn’t move them. He just kept them there while his tongue continued to make me fall apart.

He pumped his fingers three times. I couldn’t hold it in anymore; I tightened around his fingers as my body shivered under the flick of his tongue.

Tony pulled away from me and pulled his fingers out as well. He used them to continue to gently rub me as I continued to shiver and moan. “That was fast,” Tony said with a grin. “So what do you think?”

I grabbed onto his arms and pulled him over to me. “Get up here,” I said through clenched teeth.

Once he got in the bunk and pulled his pants down, he positioned himself between my legs as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pushed himself into me and gave me a moment to adjust. It still hurt just a bit, but after a minute the pain was gone. I pulled him down so all of his weight was against me. Instead of going quick and dirty, Tony was taking his time, but still being rough in his thrusts. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as I drug my fingernails down his back.

“You’re incredible, Meedie,” Tony groaned into my neck.

I couldn’t respond; I was too focused on the feeling of Tony’s hips hitting my own with every thrust.

It was passionate and explosive. Tony had this effect on me that I wouldn’t even know where to start with an explanation. My heart was on fire when I was with him. My body ached for him. My lips longed for his. My feelings for Tony were intense, and maybe it was just because I had known him for so long, or maybe it was because he was the first guy I had been somewhat serious with. Or maybe it was because we had this strange connection. But no matter the reason, I knew that Tony felt these feelings, too.

Tony began to pick up his pace just as I was nearing my climax. I finally tightened around him and he thrusted two more times before pulling out and finishing on my stomach. I had almost forgotten that I wasn’t on birth control anymore, and I was thankful that Tony remembered. I made a mental note to make sure we had condoms with us at all times.

Tony bent down and kissed me passionately on the lips. We pulled apart quickly since we were too out of breath to continue kissing. “That was fucking incredible,” Tony said. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Wow.”

Tony smiled widely and then laid down next to me.

“Clean me off,” I told him as I pulled my bra back up into its right place.

Tony sat up and reached for the backpack that was shoved in the corner of the bunk. He dug around the pockets before finding a small pack of tissues. He pulled two tissues from it and wiped my stomach clean. He pulled on his boxers and pants before jumping down from the bunk and heading into the bathroom. I finished getting dressed just in time for the bus door to open.

“Meedie!” Mike nearly screamed from the front of the bus. “MEEDIE ITS FOUR-FUCKING-TWENTY ARE WE GOING TO GET HIGH OR WHAT?!”

“Quit acting like it’s the one day a year you smoke,” I laughed.

“Not for me, but for you! This is the only day you ever get high with me. We can’t break tradition now,” he said with a pout.

I wasn’t big on getting high anymore, not like I was in High School. Mike and I used to smoke a lot in high school and I used to try almost any drug, but now that was all behind me. I only drank and smoked one day a year. It was a tradition in our friendship. Last year, even though Marky had died four days prior, Mike and I still smoked. We smoked a lot and cried the entire day away, but we cried happy tears as we remembered all of the great memories we had of Marky. I smiled a bit as I remembered how happy I felt on this day last year – well as happy as I could be, seeing as my brother had just passed away.

I knew that I needed to tone it down on my drinking, since only bad things seemed to come of that, but I figured that continuing on with our 4-20 tradition would be harmless. I smiled widely and nodded. “Alright, let’s do it,” I said.

“Fuck yes! Let BFF Bake Day commence!” Mike cheered loudly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pill bottle that was filled to the rim with green.

“Right now?” I asked as I tried to straighten out my hair. I felt sweaty, and my breathing was still slightly escalated from my moment with Tony a few minutes prior to my conversation with Mike.

“Right now, what?” Tony asked, coming into view. His shirt was still off and his hair was a wreck. His glasses were still on his face, the top button of his jeans undone. We were so obvious.

“Oh my god,” Mike cringed and took a step away. “DID YOU GUYS JUST FUCK?!” Mike screamed, wagging a finger between us.

I blushed horribly and lunged at Mike with a fist, hitting him in the arm. “Shut up!” I hit him again.

“That is so weird,” Mike laughed as he shook his head. “I don’t think I could ever imagine you two…that’s just so weird…”

“Well, I hope you wouldn’t try to imagine that,” Tony laughed. “That would be weird.”

“Yeah, Mike,” Vic piped up. I hadn’t even noticed that he was sitting on the couch the whole time. “We all know you wanted to fuck Meedie, but you don’t have to resort to imagining her in bed with Tony.”

I was afraid that, given my incident with Mike and I’s kiss, that Tony wouldn’t like that comment very much. But to my surprise, Tony just laughed loudly and shook his head. He bent down and kissed the side of my head. “Tell the boys,” Tony said to me. At first I didn’t know what he was talking about, but then I figured it out. He wanted me to tell them that we had finally agreed to make our relationship official – even to the fans.

“You do it,” I said shyly. It felt weird talking about this stuff with the guys. I was always open with my sex life and relationships, but that was under different…preferences…I guess you could say.

“Oh, nobody needs to say anything. We saw it on instagram,” Vic waved his hand and gave a big smile. “I’m happy for you guys.”

I sat down at the table across from Mike while he pulled out a pack of rolling paper from his pocket. I just gave Vic a big smile to let him know that I was happy as well. I felt like this past year I had been so disconnected from everybody, and with good reason, but it did feel great to slowly be getting back in touch with my relationships. I felt that by opening myself up more, I was able to slowly accept happiness. Key word being slowly.

“I-I think I’m to start singing again,” I announced just as Jaime walked into the room. “Like, not just with you guys.”

“That’s great, Meedie!” Jaime exclaimed. “What are you doing like solo…or…?”

“I actually met some guys that have been following the tour around and handing out demos. I listened to their demo last night and I don’t know what it was…I started writing again. I met with the guys this morning and we all agreed to play together sometime and maybe like…try things out…maybe as a band or something…but I don’t know yet.”

Mike nodded with an impressed smile. “That’s great, Meedie. Make sure you keep us updated on it,” Mike said with a content smile as he liked the edge of the joint he had just rolled. “Now, who is joining us?” Mike waved the joint around, pointing at each person in the room.

“Vic? Bro?” Mike asked, holding the joint out to him.

“Nah, count me out,” Vic said as he stood up. “I’ll probably get a second-hand anyway,” he laughed a bit. “I’ll be in the back.” He walked out of the room, stopping to grab his laptop from his bunk before shutting the door to the back room.

Vic used to smoke with us in high school and a bit after that, but as soon as he got really serious about his singing he stopped because it was starting to hurt his vocal cords. Sometimes Mike could still get him to take a hit, but only if Vic was drunk enough.

“Himes? Tone?” Mike asked. Each of them nodded and took a seat on the couch across from the table. “Where’s Casey? I know he wants some.”

“I’ll call him,” Jaime said as he pulled out his phone.

“Let’s get some alcohol flowing,” Tony suggested as he stood up and walked over to the counter. “We’re gonna have to stock up soon.” He grabbed the only remaining bottle on the counter – Jack Daniels, and swirled it around. There was only maybe half the bottle left, but that was good because we probably should go on stage plastered or else someone might fall or fuck up a song.

“Is there going to be another party tonight?” I asked slowly. I was afraid of there being another party because of how the one last night panned out. I was going to have to talk to Alex and tell him about what happened so he’d hopefully never make me DD again. Not until I was more stable with my emotions. I looked down at my wrist and gently covered the inflamed area with my right hand. No, there’s no way I was going to do that again.

“Of course! Hotel party,” Mike wiggled his eyebrows. “The next show is in Philly – only four hours away.”

Tony let out a slight holler as he took a sip from the bottle. He handed it over to me and I grabbed it, hesitantly staring at the opening. I licked over my lips – the alcohol did smell enticing, but I knew that I shouldn’t drink and smoke. Especially before a show. Granted I only sang for a minute, but still. I didn’t like to go on stage under the influence of anything. I guess tonight was going to be different, though. I took a quick swig from the bottle before handing it over to Mike.

Just as he finished his own drink, Casey walked onto the bus, holding his arms out beside him and smiling widely. “I have arrived!” he announced with a smile before liking his lips. “Lemme get dat!” He grabbed the bottle from Mike’s hands and took a large gulp of his before handing it over to Jaime.

Jaime chugged it like the champ that he was and then handed it back over to Tony. I was expecting Tony to set it down, but instead he started another round of passing it around. I groaned when the bottle came over to me. I slid is across the table without taking a drink. Bad idea.

“What the fuck!” Casey shouted with a confused look. “Did Meedie just pass that without taking her turn?”

“Oh, fuck no,” Mike laughed. “You have to take your drink, girl! Drink up!”

I looked over to Tony, trying to see if he would help get me out of this but he wasn’t paying attention. He was headed over to the iHome and plugging in his phone to get some music started. I took the tiniest sip, but held the bottle to my lips to make it look like I took a lot more. Mike seemed to believe it – flashing me a content smile as he took the bottle for his turn.

Mike decided to roll several more joints before we started smoking, so I decided that I would get up and change my clothes to get ready for the show – it was also a great excuse to get away from the alcohol. I pulled out my outfit: a black tank top with a shark on it, high-waisted jean shorts, my black “SD” Dead-View Beanie, and, of course, my high HUF socks that were white with black pot leaves on them. It seemed fitting for the occasion. I set my classic, black vans down on the floor so I could slip them on later.

I knocked on the door to the back-room with my make-up bag tucked under my arm. Vic told me that I could come in, so I slowly pushed the door open and then closed it quietly behind me. Vic was laying down on the couch with his laptop on his stomach. He was scrolling around the internet – Googling random things and reading about them. I decided to set my make-up bag down and take a seat with Vic for a minute. I felt like I had some things to say to him – I just wanted him to know how much I appreciated him. I didn’t even know where to begin.

“Vic,” I said softly. I gently began to play with the small curls at the ends of his hair that was fanned out around his head. “I’m really sorry for hurting myself like that, and I’m really glad you said something to me about it. I just want you to know that I’m trying to get better. I’m trying to move on from Marky’s death, but it’s just hard. I had a really long talk with Tony, and he really helped me to realize some things. Just, thank you for being a big brother to me. I’ve pushed you away this past year, and I’m so sorry. I know you’re hurting, too, from Marky’s death. And I feel like everybody’s been so preoccupied with my feelings that none of you have been able to face your own.

“Just know that I might be unstable at time – specifically when I’m drunk – but that doesn’t mean I’m as weak as I was a year ago. If you want to talk about your feelings, I’ll listen to you. I probably won’t have much advice for you, but I am a great listener. And then we could always cry together.”

Vic looked up at me and gave me a large, toothless smile. He nodded and then looked back to his computer screen. “Thank you, Miranda,” he said softly.

I sighed at the use of my full-name. Marky was the one who used it the most – I used to get angry when other people would say it because I felt like only my brother could call me by my full name. But when Vic said it, it just fit. Even though Vic wasn’t blood, I still loved him like he was. And I knew he loved me the same way.

I thought back to high school; when Vic used to sometimes get on my nerves for being so protective over me. I’d always had a problem with drinking – I never knew when to stop, and that all started in my early high school days. At that time I also wasn’t too interested in starting any relationships. Sure, I had sex once with a guy, but a relationship never came from that. I never cared enough to have a relationship or be attracted to anybody - I was too busy raising Marky and myself, and that’s where Vic came in, too. Vic would always help me when boys were trying to come on to me at parties. He would always randomly show up at my house and clean it up while I was puking away a hangover. He would help me figure out how to pay the bills. He would even teach me how to cook, or on same days, just cook for me. Vic really was my big brother, and that also meant that he was a brother to Marky.

How could I have been so selfish this past year? Vic always appeared so strong in every situation, but I knew that he hurt, too. Vic taught Marky everything about being a man because we never had a father. Vic taught Marky how to shave, he gave Marky the sex-talk, he even scolded Marky on his grades in school. I didn’t give Vic enough credit in my life. I couldn’t have done anything without him.

I bent down and gave Vic a kiss on his forehead to try and express how much he meant to me as a brother before getting up. I really didn’t understand why all of these thoughts were swarming my mind now, but I just assumed it was all part of the recovery process. I began to apply my make-up, but didn’t let my mind wander too far from my teenage years. I liked to think about Marky in this time – when he was healthy, young, and fearless. I cracked a smile once I was finished with my winged eyeliner and bold, red lips. Marky was so much fun and I was thankful that we had some great memories together.

I walked back out to wear the mini-party was going on after putting my things away and slipping on my Vans. Mike was just about to light the first joint of the day, and I was so glad that I hadn’t missed it. I looked around the room at all of the happy, smiling faces. Their smiles were contagious and I found myself smiling widely for no reason – just from looking at them. Tony reached one arm out and pulled my body over to him, connecting our lips quickly before pulling away and then pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Nice beanie,” he said with a smile.

I smiled a bit and shook my head. Tony loved it when we wore clothes from the clothing lines he was associated with. I leaned into his side and wrapped my arms around his torso.

Mike passed the joint to me, next, since that was how it always would go. In all of the years we smoked on this day, it had to be Mike first, then me second. I puffed on the joint, inhaling it deeply and then pulling in another drag. I handed the joint to Tony who gladly took the next hit. I looked over to Mike to see that he, too, was still holding in the smoke.

After another minutes, we both took in a deep breath and then exhaled – the air coming out clear and clear.

“You always gotta ghost the first hit,” I said as I reached to give Mike a high-five.

“’Atta girl,” he said with a large smile.

I watched as the room slowly filled with smoke and my mind slowly began to fog.

-

“No, no, no!” Mike giggled. His eyes were red and puffy, and barely open. I peered at him through the hazy bus, waiting for him to continue, but he couldn’t. His giggles were taking over his body. “I-I…” he tried to say.

The rest of us erupted into a fit of laughter as Mike nearly fell out of the booth he was sitting at. I sat on the other side of him, his Jaime beside me. Tony and Casey were sitting on the couch. Tony was just smiling really wide, but no noises were coming out of him. I had only ever smoked with Tony a few times before – he was really amusing.

“This one time,” Mike finally started talking. “This one time Marky, Vic, Meedie, and I went to this party. It was sometime during High School, and it was the first time we had all decided to take Marky with us to a party. Nobody knew who he was, so we convinced everybody that he was Meedie’s older brother that was in college or some shit. Oh my god, he hooked up with three different girls that night! I don’t even think he was a freshman, yet! That kid was a fucking stud!”

“I don’t want to hear about my brother’s sex life at such a young age,” I complained. “That’s gross. That’s way too young, and you shouldn’t have let it happen!” I scolded, wagging a finger in Mike’s direction.

“It was so great though, because when school started that Fall…oh my god…you should have seen the looks on those girls’ faces when they see Marky, this nerdy little freshman, walking down the hallway shooting winks left and right. He was a fucking legend, I tell you!”

I nodded in agreement. Marky was indeed a ladies’ man all throughout high school. It didn’t matter what age he was, or what age the girl was – they all wanted to get with my brother.

“Tell the story about the pep rally that you told me, Mike,” Jaime insisted, waving his arms around.

I groaned and slapped my palm to my forehead. “Why must you embarrass me?” I asked with a laugh.

“What happened at the pep rally?” Tony piped up. He was sitting up a bit more. He loved hearing stories about me in high school, he told me himself. It was almost like he was re-doing his high school days by living vicariously through my ridiculous memories.

Mike went on to tell a story about how I managed to steal the security golf-cart during a pep rally and I drove around selling drinks of alcohol for a dollar each. I ended up getting stopped after I had made close to thirty bucks, but the school took the money to cover the gas I had wasted.

The boys all laughed at our stories and I just laughed right along with them. Reliving the days where Marky was still around was just the therapy I needed.

-

I don’t know when it happened or how it happened, but I found myself stumbling around the streets of Pittsburgh with Mike and Tony. Mike had picked up some girl after the show and she was wandering around with us. She wasn’t hanging all over Mike, which was nice; she was just hanging out with us. I really liked her – she knew how to smoke. She was an attractive girl, and if I wasn’t with Tony, I would probably have tried to steal her away from Mike. But that wasn’t even on my mind, really. I was more preoccupied with trying to remember how to walk.

We had ended up buying more alcohol and smoking much more weed. In my elated state, I ended up drinking a bit more than I would have liked. Luckily the high was balancing my emotions. I was happy – even when Marky would cross my mind. Even after going on stage while completely baked and embarrassing myself by tripping over absolutely nothing in the middle of singing – I was still having a fantastic night.

“I want a tattoo,” I said. I noticed a tattoo shop just down the street and I could feel my skin itch at the longing of the feeling of the needle dancing across my skin. “I’m getting a tattoo.”

“What are you going to get?” Mike’s girl asked. I was pretty sure that she introduced herself as Fran – or maybe Franny – but I couldn’t really remember. Oh well, names weren’t important when I knew that she would be gone after the night.

I bit my lip and tried to think about what I could get. After getting so many tattoos in my life, I didn’t have to sit and contemplate them for a year before deciding on the permanent action. I liked to get tattoos not just for their meaning, but also as a reminder of my life during that time. I liked to get them from all sorts of different locations around the world to keep a physical reminder of all of my traveling. I was my own scrapbook in a way.

A part of me wanted to get something in honor of Tony – not because of our relationship necessarily, but because of how big of an impact he had in my life. Tony was constantly challenging me as a person. He didn’t realize it, but he had changed my life ever before we were close. I pushed the thought out of my mind. Tony and I had just barely made our relationship official and I didn’t want him to think that I was being clingy or weird.

“Tony, what should I get?” I asked. If I wasn’t going to get something that related specifically to Tony, I would get something that would remind me of Tony since he picked it out.

He thought for a moment. “Would you ever get your knuckles done?” Tony asked as he picked up one of my hands and looked over my knuckles. He noticed that I had already gotten a tattoo on one of my knuckles and then started to think some more. He dropped our hands to his side, but instead of letting go of my hand, he laced our fingers together as we continued to walk. I couldn’t help but smile at his actions.

“Get something sexy,” Tony said after a few minutes of silence. “Like that one around your nipple. Get something like that.”

“I only have so many nipples, Tony,” I laughed. We all stopped walking once we reached the outside of the tattoo parlor. I pressed my face against the window and looked inside, noticing that it looked clean and professional. The last thing I wanted was a shitty tattoo from a sketchy shop.

“You have a nipple tattoo?” Fran asked with a huge smile and excitement on her face.

I turned around from the window and leaned into Tony’s side a bit. “Yeah,” I said.

“It’s a heart,” Tony added in. He traced a heart over his shirt, right where his right nipple was.

“That’s so cute,” Fran smiled widely.

“So what are you going to get?” Tony asked.

“I want waffles,” I said without much thinking. Waffles sounded delicious – I was surprisingly hungry. Well, I guess it wasn’t much of a surprise since I had been high all day and not once had any cravings until now.

“You want a waffle tattoo?” Tony asked with a confused expression.

“Yeah,” I said without thinking. “Wait…no. I want to eat waffles.”

“What the fuck?” Mike laughed loudly. “You’re getting a tattoo, and then we’ll go get waffles at the diner down the street.”

“No, I want Eggo waffles. The frozen ones you put in the toaster,” I pouted.

My mouth was just running and I wasn’t even controlling what was coming out of it. I wanted waffles really bad, that’s all I knew.

“Okay, then let’s go to the grocery store to buy some,” Tony suggested. He began to slowly walk away, but was forced back by my hand when I didn’t budge.

“No,” I shook my head. “I want a tattoo!”

“Meedie, make up your mind!” Mike groaned. “I want to go back to the hotel now.”

“Fine, let’s go back to the hotel,” I finally gave in. I stared at the shop as we walked away. “I’ll get a tattoo another time, I guess.”

Tony squeezed my hand tighter as we began to walk down the sidewalk and back up toward the hotel. I could tell that Fran was starting to get kind of nervous. She was probably unsure about what was going to happen once we got the hotel. She didn’t seem like the kind of girl that would want to just fuck a band member and bail – she seemed like she really just wanted some cool friends. I gave her a wide smile when our eyes met. The nervous expression left her eyes for a bit and she smiled back, her bounce returning back to her step.

We got back to the hotel and walked straight toward the elevator. My mind was in a euphoric state as Tony wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him from behind. I leaned up against him, letting my head fall back so it was resting on his shoulder. My body was warm, light, and fuzzy and my thoughts were so peaceful that I wanted to feel like this forever. We got off on the fourth floor and heard the screaming from the second the elevator doors opened.

“I’m actually excited,” I admitted to Tony. The last time there was a hotel party Tony and I had ditched it to find water and then attempt sex in my hotel room. This time, things were different and I actually felt like I wanted to go be a part of the chaos. Thinking back to all of my high school memories earlier made me want to start creating some of those crazy memories in my more adult life.

“Motherfuckin’ mad Meedie?” Mike asked with a hopeful grin. My old nickname sparked something deep within me. Something that made me feel like, well, a bad-ass. I used to be a legend in high school. Everybody who was anybody knew who Motherfuckin’ mad Meedie was because I used to know how to have fun. And I wanted to have fun again.

We pushed open the door to the hotel room that had been eliciting the most noise and found a bunch of people crammed into Alex and Jack’s room. Jack was standing on the desk in nothing but his boxer-briefs and holding up a bag of rice. Everything about the situation was extremely confusing. He ripped open the bag and frantically threw it around the room.

“Oh, yeah,” I said with a large grin. “This is going to be a fun night.”

Notes

Meedie's outfit

I'm following the tour dates and locations for the Spring Fever Tour, as I've mentioned before, so that's why this takes place in April, in case you were wondering.

Sorry this is a little bit of a filler, but it did have a few important aspects to it. What do you think Meedie is going to do at the party? What do you think about Meedie wanting to have fun like back in the day? What about her talk with Vic? I love to hear your thoughts and reactions to everything, so please, comment away :)

I should be updating my Jaime story tomorrow. I might even throw in an update for my Mike story, too. Also, I have started a new Vic story since my other one has finished. It's called "Our Hands Are Free" and it only has one chapter so far, but I'm really excited to write that story.

Thank you all so much for all of the support on this website. You all read my stories and give me such lovely comments and messages and feedback and it seriously means SO MUCH TO ME! You don't even realize it. I love you all so much. xoxo