The next morning I woke up with a pain in my stomach and a horrible headache. I didn't drink the night before, so this had to be a headache from crying all night. After the acoustic set, Tony brought me straight back to the bus while the rest of the guys hung out for a bit longer. I decided that I wanted to be left alone last night to cry. And I ended up staying up fairly late because of my tears. I had no idea why I was being overly emotional. Of course I missed Marky and I was really upset about it, but I felt really...hormonal.

Hormones. Stomach cramps. It all started to piece together as I pulled myself from my bunk and headed toward the restroom.

We were still on the road since we hadn't actually left Atlanta until close to two in the morning, and it was an 8 hour drive to Charlotte, North Carolina from there. I checked my phone to see that I had only been asleep for two hours. It was six in the morning.

I sat down on the toilet and looked down to see that I had, in fact, started my period.

"Fuck," I muttered as I looked down at the blood in my underwear. I needed a tampon and a new pair of underwear. I groaned as I dialed Tony's number, hoping to not wake the rest of the guys by calling him.

"Meedie? Why are you calling me?" Tony's quiet, sleepy voice answered.

"I'm in the bathroom. I need you to uh...do me a favor."

"What?" he breathed out. I felt bad for waking him, but he was the only person I would feel comfortable asking.

"Go into my backpack that's sitting on the junk bunk and grab me a pair of underwear and a tampon," I said quietly. I could feel my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "Please."

"Oh," Tony said after a second. "Um, okay. Be there in a minute."

He hung up the phone and I sat on the toilet and waited. I felt so awkward, but what else could I have done? I didn't want to put my underwear back on after knowing they were dirty. I didn't get my period very often because my hormones were off, so I wasn't exactly used to the blood.

There was a slight knock on the door before Tony pushed it open. I pulled my underwear up higher on my legs along with my pajama bottoms so he couldn't see anything. I felt so weird sitting on the toilet in front of him. And I felt even weirder when he turned to look at me and hand me the underwear and tampon.

"Thanks," I said softly.

He turned around to face the door, but didn't leave. "I thought you said you don't get your period very often?" Tony asked.

I was hesitant to pull my underwear down my legs and change them while Tony was still in the room. And I was even more hesitant to pull open the wrapper of the tampon while he was a couple feet away.

"I don't," I said. "But this would explain why I've been so emotional."

"Why do you think you got it?"

"I don't know. Just one of those rare occurrences, I guess."

Was it a rare occurrence? Or could it have something to do with the fact that I had been a lot, well, hornier lately. My hormones were running wild, and maybe that could help my body trigger my period. Maybe sleeping with Tony was making my hormones run wild and thus making me start my period. Or maybe I was just thinking about it too much.

I finished my business and flushed the toilet before wrapping my underwear in toilet paper and just trashing them entirely. It was hard to find a chance to do laundry on tour and I really didn't want to carry bloodied underwear in my duffel bag.

Tony turned around when he heard me flush the toilet. He watched me wash my hands and gently dab the water onto my face.

"That was the only tampon in there, by the way," he said as he stared at me through the mirror.

I groaned as I used the towel sitting on the counter to dry my hands and face. "We're going to have to stop as soon as we get in town then."

"I'll go tell the driver," Tony said as he began to leave. "Go back to sleep," he told me.

I crawled back into my bunk and tried my best to get comfortable, but I just couldn't. My stomach was hurting and I was starting to heat up. I kicked my blankets off but I was still sweating. "I hate being a girl," I muttered as I grabbed my pillow and climbed back out of my bunk. I walked to the back of the bus where it was a lot cooler. I set my pillow down and curled up on the corner of the couch.

Tony pushed open the door a few moments later. He held up a water bottle and some ibuprofen. "The ibuprofen should help cool you down a bit."

"Thanks," I smiled and popped the two pills into my mouth before washing them down with the cold water. I already felt a lot better after drinking the water.

Tony was gently petting my hair as he took a seat beside me. The room felt dense, and I knew right away that Tony was going to try and talk about what happened between us. I knew that we shouldn't put it off any longer. Especially since he had kissed me in front of all of the guys. And the fans. Oh god, I could only imagine the comments and tweets they were sending. Those videos would be everywhere by the end of the day and we had to figure out what to do because there was no way we could play off the "just friends" thing any longer.

"What now?" I asked, simply. I decided to bring it up first since Tony was just sitting there, letting the tension build. "What are we going to tell the fans?"

"Meedie," he said softly. "What are we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, like...what am I to you?"

That was probably the most difficult question I could have ever been asked. After anwering a countless amount of interviews and difficult questions from fans, this question immediately had me stumped – more than any question ever had. What was Tony to me? He was more than just Tony: my friend from Pierce the Veil. He was more than Tony: the hot guitarist I fucked. He meant a lot to me.

"I have feelings for you," I said very quietly. It didn't exactly answer his question, but it was the best answer I could give. It was all I knew in this situation. I liked Tony. I liked his smile and the sound of his voice. I liked how he would hold me when I cried. I liked how he made me happy. And I liked how he made me talk about things. And I liked how he helped to ease the pain I had on my life by showing me happiness again.

Tony let out a breathy laugh and continued to pet my hair very softly. "That doesn't give us much progress."

"Let’s not try to figure it out. Let’s just be ourselves. And let whatever happens, happens. Just be honest. It's all we can be."

I looked up to see Tony's reaction. He just stared off and seemed to be thinking about what I said.

"So, we're not going to hide anymore, right? Not even in front of the fans?" A smile slowly began to take over his face.

I laughed at his reaction and reached up to pull his face down to mine so I could give him a kiss. It felt right to kiss him.

The bus stopped moving and Tony pulled away. "He must have found a place for you to get tampons."

"Why did we stop moving?" Vic asked as he quickly rolled out of his bunk. He looked into the back where the door was open and eyed us suspiciously. "Are we there?"

"No, I need tampons," I explained as I sat up. I walked over to my bunk and slipped on my shoes and grabbed my wallet. "I'll just run in real quick. Anyone need anything?"

"No, I think we're good," Tony answered.

I nodded and quickly left the bus and went inside to purchase a box of tampons and a heating pad for the cramps. I never usually got cramps, but for some reason this period was already extremely painful.

When I entered the parking lot I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the tour bus parked outside of a Walmart just so I could get some tampons. I took a picture of the bus in the nearly-empty parking lot and began to upload it to Instagram with the caption: Bringing a tour bus to a Walmart just for some tampons. #womanissues

I stepped onto the bus again, and when I did everybody was sitting in the front. They all looked over to me.

"So, you and Tony..." Vic said awkwardly. I looked down at Tony who was sitting in the middle of them all. I could tell that they had been grilling him with questions.

"Yeah," Mike said forcefully. He was the only one standing. "You and fucking Tony." He was angry. And when he looked at me, I could see that it was because of the fact that I had kissed him. He looked confused. But mostly angry.

"Um, yeah," I said slowly.

"Are you guys like...together? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?" Vic asked. "This is so confusing. Meedie, I thought you were a lesbian."

I scoffed a bit. "So did I."

"We all did," Mike muttered bitterly.

Tony gave him a confusing look, but quickly looked back down at his hands that were folded on his lap. I bit my lip and tried to think of how to assess the situation.

“So…?” Vic spoke up again. “Can one of you please tell us what’s going on here? I think we kind of need to know since Tony laid one on you in front of thirty fans and cameras. And you guys have been extremely close lately…and all snuggly and weird.”

“Why is it weird?” Tony spoke up, and I was somewhat taken back by the way his tone came out as almost defensive. “Why is it weird for us to have feelings for each other?”

I blushed immensely as Vic looked between us with a confused and somewhat hurt expression.

“Tony’s helping me,” I said quietly. “He’s helping me find myself again.”

“And what, you accidentally just fell in love? I’m so confused. I mean, it’s okay that you guys are into each other or whatever, but can you please just explain this to us. We’re all pretty lost here.”

I flinched at the word love. “Well…not in love…” I spoke out quietly.

“I’m not lost,” Jaime said, drawing the attention away from the word love. “I figured it out a while ago. Plus I heard them…um…at the hotel.”

“You guys fucked?” Mike asked loudly. I cringed at his tone. “When? Meedie?”

I bit my lip. “Um, I don’t know.”

“There’s been more than one time,” Tony spoke up firmly, finally helping me to talk about this. He knew how difficult this was for me and I was really glad that he was taking control of the situation.

“Okay, this is getting awkward,” Vic said with a laugh as he took a seat on the couch. “Can you please just tell us exactly what happened? Like, when it all started? Stop beating around the fucking bush already, you guys. We’re all family here.”

“I guess it kind of started at the beginning of the tour,” Tony shrugged. “It just happened. At first were just drunk buddies, basically. Like, she would get drunk and I would be there for her to talk about…Marky.”

Marky’s name hung in the air and the tension slowly began to lift as the boys all began to understand. They knew that Tony was taking Marky’s death roughly, and even though he was the most confrontational one on the bus, he had been bottling up his sadness about Marky. I had been doing the same thing, while sober, at least. And Tony and I came together through that. And through our sadness, and through the grieving, blossomed something new – happiness and revival. The chance for something new. With Marky’s death came a new life. And that’s what I saw when I looked at Tony. I saw the chance for something new. Something that I always wanted: a promising future with stability and…love.

“Oh,” Vic breathed softly. “But, what about the fans? You guys have been hiding this from us and them, and all of the sudden you guys just…are together? They’re going to be pretty confused. Especially about you, Meedie.”

I nodded. “I know. Um, last night was unexpected. But we’ve decided that we’re not really going to hide it anymore. We’re just going to be honest. And just take things as they come.”

“But are you guys like together?” Mike asked.

“We don’t really know,” Tony said honestly. “We were just talking about that. And we didn’t really make much progress there. I mean, our feelings are still pretty new.”

“Oh,” Vic nodded as if he understood. “Kind of like…dating, then? Right? You’re in a really complicated dating phase?”

“I guess so,” Tony shrugged. “But like, a really complicated one.”

I let out a small chuckle. Tony and I were the only ones who found it funny, the rest of the guys were kind of silent.

“Okay, so, um, are we done here? My uterus hurts,” I said blatantly.

“Okay, Meedie, we don’t need a visual,” Jaime crinkled up his nose.

“I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you with tampons,” Vic said as he stared at the bag that was in my hands. “Wow, Tone, you really made a woman out of her, huh?” Vic clapped his hand onto Tony’s back and just like that, the mood was light and everything felt fine.

Except for when I turned to see Mike still leaning against the counter with his arms folded roughly over his chest and his expression unmoving. His eyes staring at nothing and his lips pressed in a hard line. He let out a sigh and walked over to the door.

“Can we hang out for a bit longer? I need a smoke,” he said to the bus. Before awaiting and answer, he slipped out of the bus.

“I’m going to go lay down with my heating pad,” I announced as I held up my Walmart bag and headed over to my bunk.

I kicked off my shoes and left them to sit in the corner of my bed while I plugged in the heating pad and placed it over my belly. I immediately felt a bit more at ease and was able to fall back to sleep in a bit more comfort than before.

-

The bus was empty when I woke up again. The guys had all left to go do an interview before the show and I was able to get ready on the bus without anybody around. I took an extremely long shower, slipped on my bra and underwear and walked around the bus just like that. I cleaned up the kitchen, I wiped down every surface of the bus, I even cleaned up some of the boys’ bunks so they weren’t so sloppy looking. After the bus was practically spotless, I headed into the bathroom and started to straighten my hair. I hardly ever wore my hair straight, I usually left it natural, but, as of lately, I’ve been wanting to change my style a bit.

I was a new Meedie, and I needed to start looking new. My dark hair shone in the bathroom lights and I brushed through it over and over again as I admired its length and color. I decided to wear my newest pair of pants that were a shiny, leathery material. I decided that, despite my bloated stomach and cramps, I wanted to step out of my comfort zone. I pulled out a galaxy-print crop top that showed a reasonable amount of mid-drift. I never showed my stomach off like that, especially on stage. I felt way too girly wearing that, so I decided to pull on my over-sized denim vest that was distressed from years of wear and bleached and studded to add my own flair to it.

I slipping into my combat boots and did my usual eyeliner – thick, drastic wings, and decided on a matte, wine-colored lipstick that I had worn the day before.

“Fuck,” Tony mumbled as he walked over to where I was looking at myself in the bathroom. “Damn, you look amazing.”

“Thanks, Tone,” I said casually as I continued to check my makeup in the mirror. “I didn’t know you guys were back.”

“It’s just me. The rest of the guys are already in the dressing room hanging out with the other bands,” Tony explained as he went and sat down on the couch that was right beside the bathroom.

“Why aren’t you with them?” I asked as I tossed my things back into my bunk.

“I wanted to see how you were feeling,” Tony shrugged and turned on the TV. “How’s your tummy?”

I smiled and walked back over to Tony. I straddled him on the couch and wrapped my arms around his neck. He was a bit surprised at my actions, but his hands went straight to my hips regardless. The TV was no longer interesting to him as his eyes looked over every inch of my face. It felt different to be with Tony like this, with the risk of anybody walking in at any moment and seeing us holding each other like this. We weren’t do anything wrong, but it would still be awkward to be caught like this.

“It still hurts a bit, but I feel tons better. Can you see I’m a little bloated?” I asked as I looked down at my stomach that was a tiny bit rounder than usual.

“No, your stomach looks fine. Muscular, even. Those sit ups you do really show,” Tony complimented.

My face turned a bright red at his string of compliments. He kissed each one of my cheeks and told me that I was cute when I blushed. My hormones kicked in again and I felt overly turned on all at once. I connected my lips to his and Tony immediately kissed me back. He could feel my hunger in the kiss, and I hated how much my hormones were teasing me.

We sat like that for a long while – our tongues wrestling, my hands tangled in his hair, and his hands on my hips. I gently began to grind against him. My body needed to move against his. I finally pulled away when his phone started to ring.

“Ignore it,” I said as I connected my lips to his again.

He slowly pulled away and I continued to kiss down his jawline and neck.

“It’s Vic, I have to answer,” he said. He picked up the phone, but I didn’t pay much attention to whatever they were saying. The conversation was short and when he hung out he cursed a bit to himself.

“What?” I asked with my lips still against his skin.

“We have to be in the dressing room in twenty minutes,” Tony said in a panicked tone.

“Okay, so let’s go,” I said as I began to get up from Tony’s lap. He pulled me back down. “What?”

“Um, it’s not that easy for me,” he said through clenched teeth.

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed and pushed my hips down a little harder, and that’s when I realized what he was talking about. I could feel his excitement from beneath me.

“Well, I can’t do anything about that, I’m on my period,” I said with a blush. I felt bad for teasing Tony like that. I just got too carried away with myself. “You’ll have to take care of it yourself.”

“Nooo,” he whined. “Please don’t make me do it myself.”

“Well I don’t know what to tell you,” I sighed. “There’s not much I can do for you.”

“Yes there is,” he said as he searched my eyes. I could see how turned on he was by the way he looked at me. “Please, I need release,” he begged before he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said, suddenly feeling nervous and inexperienced just like the first time we had tried to go about having sex.

“Yes you do,” Tony groaned into my neck. He bit at the skin and I let out a small moan at the feeling. “Don’t moan, you’re not helping the situation.”

“I can’t help it when you’re biting my fucking neck,” I said in one long, breath. “Tony, tell me what to do.”

He sighed and pulled away from me, when he looked back into my eyes I could see that the shy, turned on Tony was gone. And now it was dominant, sexy Tony. “Get on your knees,” he growled.

Suddenly, I remembered what I could do. How could I have not realized this before? I got down in front of him as he fumbled with his belt buckled. I could hear the metal of his belt clanking against the button of his jeans as he pulled them open. He pulled them down just enough to reveal his erection that was still being restricted from his briefs. I reached up and gently slipped my hand under the elastic and pulled his erection free. Tony let out an encouraging groan as my hand squeezed a bit tighter.

I gently brought my head up to him and slowly brought my mouth all the way over him, careful not to completely close my lips around him just yet. I wanted to tease him just a bit, make him a bit more excited, if possible.

“Close your mouth,” Tony demanded. I placed my lips around him and such at the same time. He threw his head back and let out a loud moan that sent confidence coursing through my body. I began to move my head very slowly, but sucking hard as I did so. It felt weird to have him in my mouth. The taste was something I wasn’t used to – sure I had given him a little bit of a blowjob on the first night we fooled around, but I was drunk then, and now I was completely sober, and well aware of what was happening.

I pulled up and let my tongue run along his shaft, I only knew how to move my tongue in one way after being with girls for so long, so I did what I knew while I closed my mouth around his tip.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he moaned out, his words coming up quickly and all in one breath as I moved my tongue faster and sucked harder. He squirmed a bit and placed his hands on the seat next to him, pushing his arms firmly into the couch as his body stiffened and his back arched just a little bit.

I put everything together – my hands twisting gently at the base, my mouth moving over his upper half, my tongue swirling, and my mouth sucking all at the same time. I moved a bit quicker and I could feel his erection stiffening even more. It curved just slightly in my mouth.

I could tell that Tony was about to come by the way his breathing shallow and his body was squirming. I grew slightly nervous at what would happen when he came. I tried not to think about it and instead focused on the feeling of his body completely under my control.

“I’m gonna come,” he said through clenched teeth. “If you don’t want me to finish in your mouth, pull away now,” he said quickly.

I thought about pulling away, but instead I sucked a bit harder and that was enough to send him over the edge. He moaned out and I felt him twitch under my tongue. The thick liquid filled my mouth and I swallowed it as an immediate response and continued to suck and move while he continued to let out more relaxed moans as his body relaxed after his orgasm. I pulled away slowly and gently ran my fingers along my lips to make sure that my lipstick was still intact. I figured it would be fine since it didn’t even smudge while Tony and I were making out moments before I had gone down on him.

I looked down to see several rings of lipstick around Tony’s member as he quickly shoved himself back into his pants without even noticing. He buckled his pants back up, and as he stood up, he lifted me up along with him. He kissed my lips firmly over and over again.

“We better go,” I said, realizing that we probably only had a couple of minutes to get to the dressing room on time. I ran to the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. I ran the brush through my hair really quickly and grabbed my lipstick and shoved it into my bra instead of my pockets so I wouldn’t have the outline sticking out of my tight pants. My lipstick was still fairly dark and still perfectly traced around my lips.

I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my phone from my bunk before catching up with Tony at the door. He extended his hand out for me and I gladly accepted it, lacing our fingers together in an instant as Tony lead me toward the door at the back of the venue.

“It’s fucking locked,” Tony groaned. “We’ve gotta go around the front,” he said in a flurry.

“But…the fans…” I said slowly.

“We have to go or else we’re going to get in trouble. The show is starting soon,” he tugged on my hand and he broke out in a light jog.

I followed him regardless of my fears and jogged right behind him, our hands still laced together as we rounded the corner. The kids were still being admitted into the building, and as we grew closer, people began to scream and soon enough the entire remainder of the line was aware of our presence. We began to run a little faster to try and get to the front of the venue. Tony flashed his pass very quickly as he pulled open one of the doors and we ran inside. We were soon met with a large crowd of kids that were still trying to make their way to the stage.

Our names were being called, but we had no choice but to ignore them. If Tony wasn’t in the dressing room on time he would set everything behind schedule.

We finally barged through the door to see all of the bands standing together, getting ready to discuss the night’s plan. We even made it with two minutes to spare.

-

Vic escorted Tony back from the bathroom with an arm placed firmly around his waist. Tony held his drink up in the air with his head leaning back just a bit. He could hardly even keep his eyes open. I shook my head and laughed at how gone he was. Tony rarely ever got this drunk anymore. Not since Marky’s death, at least. It was nice to see him letting loose and having fun.

Tony came right up next to me and draped his right arm over my shoulders. He sat down on the bar stool beside me and turned his attention to all of the guys who were around the bar talking and hanging out.

Tony was trying to tell us all a story or something, but his words were coming out in nothing but a bunch of gibberish slurs. He stopped trying to talk for a moment, cleared his throat and then yelled out, “Lipstick on my dick!”

Everyone immediately turned their attention to where we were at the end of the bar.

“What did he say?” somebody asked from the other side of the bar. Nobody had quite heard what he said, and I was intending on keeping it that way.

“I think it’s time to get him back on the bus,” Vic said quickly as he rushed back over to Tony’s side. “You’re cut off, dude,” Vic took his drink from his hand and placed it down on the counter.

As Vic helped him out of the bar, Tony was holding his arms in the air and screaming, “LIPSTICK ON MY DICK!”

Everyone just laughed at his antics and brushed it off as just drunken behavior, one person, however, did not seem to be able to let it go that easily. Mike sat at the other end of the bar with drink pressed to his lips. He put it back down on the counter and for a brief moment, he looked up and out eyes met. His expression hardened and he looked down again. He was clearly still angry. I got up and carefully made my way over to him, careful not to trip over my boots.

“Can I talk to you?” I slurred slightly as I tugged on Mike’s arm. He pulled his arm back and grumbled something into his glass as he tossed back the rest of whatever he was drinking. “What is wrong with you? You’ve hardly even looked at me since this morning.”

Mike asked the bartender for another drink, completely ignoring me and my tugging on his arm. His drink was placed in front of him and he picked up, ready to place it to his mouth. I tugged on his arm harder, and as he tried to take a drink, my tugging caused the glass hit his teeth. The noise was loud and I knew that it probably hurt pretty bad, especially because he didn’t seem to be drunk enough for his teeth to be numb just yet.

“Fuck,” he grumbled as he slammed the drink down on the bar. “Can you stop?” he snapped as he turned to look at me.

“Can we please just talk, Mike? Jesus fucking Christ,” I yelled out a bit too loud.

He groaned and slipped off of the bar stool. He walked to the back of the bar and slipped out of the back door, not even bothering to hold it open for me. I pushed it open and as it slammed shut I looked over to see Mike lighting a cigarette while leaning against the wall.

“You wanted to talk, so fucking talk,” he said as he blew the smoke from his mouth.

“Yeah, I want to know what the fuck is wrong with you.”

“You should fucking know,” he hissed.

I laughed loudly. “Are you mad at me because I didn’t get with you? Are you seriously mad because you weren’t the one to turn me back on to men? Because that’s fucking ridiculous and you know it. And very low and selfish.”

“No,” Mike laughed. “That’s not it, I don’t give a shit about that. That was all just fun and games, it’s not like it actually mattered.”

“Then I have no idea why you’re being such a dick! Please, just tell me,” I groaned. “You’re my best fucking friend and I can’t stand you being mad at me, especially when I have no idea what I even did.”

“You let me kiss you Meedie, and you kissed back. Even though you were already with Tony! I would have fucked you if you didn’t stop me, you know that, right? Tony is a fucking brother to me. And now I have this over-bearing feeling of guilt knowing that I almost fucked the girl that my brother has feelings for. I feel like shit because you let me kiss you like that even though you already had feelings for him. I don’t fuck around with my family’s girls. I may sleep around a bit more than I should, but I would never go that far for a fuck.” Mike dropped his cigarette to the floor and stomped it out aggressively before making a slow 360 while his hands were fisting his hair. He let out an angry groan and continued to shift around.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I was just confused. I just…I needed to get my feelings right. This is really hard for me, okay? I thought I was a fucking lesbian, and then out of nowhere I get these feelings for Tony and I was just confused. I kissed you back because I just needed to see how I felt. I’m fucking sorry, okay?”

Mike let out a loud laugh and turned his attention back over to me. “I have feelings, too! Maybe I don’t have feelings for you in the way that you have feelings for Tony, but I do have feelings. I didn’t want to be your play-thing to see how you felt. I understand that this has got to be really confusing for you, but did you even consider my feelings when you kissed me? You’re my best friend, Meedie. You mean the world to me, but you used me, and now I have to sit here knowing that I was used and knowing that you and Tony are -whatever you are- and you still let me kiss you.”

“I wasn’t thinking, Mike. I’m sorry! I don’t know what else to say!” I threw my hands up in the air in defeat. I had never considered any of what he had just said, and he was right, it wasn’t fair. I was being selfish and I should have taken his feelings into account. But at the time I didn’t know that Tony and I were going to go public with our feelings, not until after we had kissed.

We were quiet for a long time, just standing behind the bar in the cool night. I didn’t have anything else to say. I was sorry, and I had already said that. But it still felt unresolved. Mike was still angry, I could see it in the way his movements were rigid and his nostrils were still slightly flared.

“You need to tell Tony,” Mike said quietly.

“What?” I asked, looking up at him.

“He deserves to know this. And you need to be the one to tell him.”

“Why don’t you?” I snapped a bit more harshly that I wanted.

Mike shook his head. “I didn’t know about you guys then. I did nothing wrong. But you,” Mike paused to point one of his crooked fingers at me, “you knew that you and Tony had something. You need to tell him what you told me and he’ll understand. Tell him now before things get even more serious between you. You can’t keep this from him. It isn’t fair.”

He was right, and I hated to admit it. I did need to tell Tony. He did deserve to know. And I did need to do it now – before things escalated between us, and at this rate, they were going to escalate quickly.

“Not tonight, Tony’s shit-faced,” I said sadly.

“You need to tell him tomorrow, then. First thing in the morning. Just get it over with, okay?” Mike said in a gentler tone. I couldn’t help but feel relieved. Angry Mike was scary, and I hated the fact that he had been angry at me.

“I will,” I said with a sigh. “But, Mike? Do you forgive me? Are we okay?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I can’t stay mad at you, Meedie. But I can’t fully forgive you until you tell Tony. I can’t fully forgive you with all of this guilt.”

I sighed and ran my right hand through my tangled hair. “Yeah, I understand.”

I don’t what came over me, but a strange feeling coursed through my abdomen causing my stomach to flip. I doubled over as I tried to steady my breathing to relax the pain.

“Woah, fuck,” Mike said as he quickly ran over to me. “Are you going to throw up?” Mike asked as he instantly began to gather my hair in his hands. “Are you really that drunk?” he chuckled a bit.

“No...” I said slowly, but my words were cut off by the vomit that had made its way up my throat. I doubled over again, releasing the contents of my stomach and all of the alcohol that I had consumed. Waves of nausea continued to wash over me, and I felt as if I was puking for hours. Mike continued to hold my hair back with his left hand while his right hand was wrapped around my middle to support my body from falling over.

I spit a few times to clear my mouth the best as I could once I had finished. “Okay, maybe I am that drunk,” I said as I tried to stand up, but failed miserably. I collapsed into Mike’s chest and he wrapped his arms around me to support my limp body. “Bus,” I said through a slight groan. My stomach was still hurting and I still felt like shit, but I knew that I wasn’t going to throw up again.

Mike kept one arm around my back as his other swept behind my knees so he could scoop me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head into his chest as he began to carry me back into the bar.

“Jaime,” I heard Mike said. I could feel his chest vibrating as he spoke.

“Woah, is she okay?” Jaime responded. I kept my eyes shut and tried to focus on keeping my breathing even instead of trying to look at my surroundings.

“Yeah,” Mike chuckled. “Just drunk. I’m going to head back to the bus with Tony and Vic, okay?”

“Oh, I might as well go with you guys then.”

I slowly began to feel my mind going fuzzy as we began to walk out of the bar. I was already forgetting what had been said only moments before. I was on the verge of blacking out. I didn’t even know that I was that drunk.

Mike set me down in my bunk and I tried my best to kick off my shoes but it was no use. “Help,” I groaned.

“What’s going on?” Vic asked as he hovered over Mike as he untied my combat boots. “Oh shit, she’s wasted.”

“I am not,” I said with as pronunciation as I could muster. “Where’s Tony?”

“Tony!” Vic called over to the back of the bus. “He’s sobered up a lot since he threw up,” Vic explained to Mike and Jaime.

Tony walked up holding a water bottle. He was still pretty drunk, but his eyes were opened without much problem and he was able to stand and walk normally.

“I threw up, too,” I announced a bit proudly. I don’t know why I felt so proud of that fact.

Tony laughed at me and reached down to give me a high five. “Yay we’re the same,” he said as he took a drink of water.

After I pulled off my jean vest I decided that I was comfortable enough in my jeans and crop top to sleep. “Tony,” I said as I pulled on his arm. “Spoon me.”

“I’m out of here,” Jaime said immediately as he put his arms up and walked away. Vic followed after him and the two of them began to laugh.

Mike lingered for a second as he watched Tony crawl into my bunk behind me. Once Tony made his way in, Mike shut the curtain behind us. I focused on the feeling of Tony’s body pushed up against mine. We fit perfectly together.

We both reeked of alcohol, and I was certain that my breath probably smelled as horrible as it tasted, but it didn’t matter because I had Tony wrapped around me and that was enough to make me drop every worry in the world. At least while intoxicated.

“You got lipstick on my dick,” Tony said with a laugh.

“I know, and you told the entire bar,” I laughed a little bit and the haziness in my head began to clear out just a bit. I wasn’t going to black-out anymore, but I knew that the night might be blotchy in the morning. “Sorry, I should have cleaned it off when I first noticed it.”

“It’s okay. I like it,” Tony kissed the back of my head. “I want to keep it there forever.”

“Forever?” I asked with a giggle.

“Yeah,” Tony said. “I’m going to get your lipstick print tattooed around the base of my dick to show off the day that my girl was able to deep-throat me and make me come in less than ten minutes.”

“Oh my god!” Vic yelled from the bunk beneath me. “Tony shut the fuck up about the lipstick on your dick! We don’t want to hear it in detail!”

“What was that thing you did with your tongue?” Tony asked, completely ignoring Vic.

“I did the only thing I’m used to doing with my tongue,” I responded.

Tony was silent for a moment as he thought about it. I felt his body jerk in excitement as he finally caught on. “You licked my dick like you lick a vagina!” he shouted a bit loudly.

Vic began to vigorously kick from beneath us as he shouted for Tony to shut up. “Tony!” Kick “Shut!” Kick “Up!” Kick “We don’t want-“ Kick “VISUALS, DAMMIT!”

Our bodies shook from Vic’s kicking but we just laughed it off. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy and sleep mixed with my drunken state was begging to pull into unconsciousness.

“Sorry if that’s weird,” I mumbled. “I’m only used to be with girls.”

“It’s not weird,” Tony yawned. “It’s actually quite a turn on.”

“Why do lesbians turn guys on?” I chuckled a bit as the words just fell from my mouth. I was so tired and delirious that I just let the conversation keep going.

Tony laughed moved my hair so he could kiss the back of my neck. “You’re the only lesbian that turns me on.”

I laughed at his words and couldn’t even reply before my eyes finally gave in the weight of the alcohol and my mind went fuzzy as I slipped into sleep.

Notes

Meedie's Outfit

So, wow, this chapter is pretty long and jam-packed with a lot of things going on. I was even able to fit a little bit of smut in there for you guys :)
I, personally, adore this chapter and am very pleased with how it turned out. I think it's also quite comical ahaha.
Let me know what you guys think! I love hearing your thoughts.

I should be updating my other story, "We Don't Make Sense" tomorrow. This one will probably be updated in a few days. Thanks for reading, commenting, subscribing, and rating! xoxox