Jaymi's POV.
The morning after the gig I woke up with a massive hangover. I only remembered half of the night and I was glad to actually find myself in my pyjama and in my own bed. But I was about to leave that bed to go see whether Pia was alright.
I crossed the hallways and knowcked on her door. There was no answer so I just went in. She was lying in her bed, asleep. Other than me she still wore yesterday's clothes. I walked to her bed and began to shake her, "Piaaaa!"
"What do you want?" she mumbled grumpily and stuck her head into the pillow.
"Some space in your bed," I looked at her being all grumpy and probably just as hung over as I was. She responded with a grumble and moved to the side so I had space in her bed, "Thanks."
I sat down and streched me legs and arms and yawned, "So did you come home well?"
"Obviously," she opened one eye and blinked into the light, "If you came here to sit in my bed, its okay. But if you came here to talk to me, you know where the door is."
"What crawled up your ass," I asked confused, "Wasn't last night a good night."
This time she opened both her eyes and just looked at me. After a moment she took a breath, "It was pretty good. But you know me, everything comes to the point where I have to screw it up, right?"
I tilted my head and tried to remember whether anything extraordinarily bad has happened involving her but nothing came up to my mind, "I think you're fantasising here!"
"I wish I was," she turned around and lay on her back now, "just a friendly reminder on my last relationship."
"It's not your fault he cheated," I said immediatly.
"Well," she sighed, "that's what my friends say. He left me with the question why he had to get things I didn't give to him from somewhere else."
"That's disgusting!" I nearly shouted because it made me upset. I took her face in my hands, "I'm saying this not because I'm your brother but because I swear to God it is the truth: You are a wonderful person and if there is someone out there who does not appreciate that. Well, heaven help that guys."
She smiled weakly and a tear ran down her cheek, "Thanks, Jaymi. Actually I'm over it... I just made a little fool out of myself last night."
I shook my head in confusion and she explained, "I told George I like him."
"You like George?" my eyes widened and I raised my eyebrows," And you told him that?"
She nodded and another tear fell down her face, "Yep."
"What did he say?" I sat up straight and pulled her up with me. I tried to put the pieces together in my head because I have not seen that coming. I mean, me and the boys have been teasing her with the 'new boy' stuff and everything but she has always made a very convincing point that she was not into him.
"I don't know," she shook her head, "he thought I meant I like him like a friend. And then I explained and he didn't say anything. I mean he didn't say he likes me too. He thinks I'm cool, that's it."
"I don't get it, Pia," I scratched my forehead, "since when do you like him?"
She shrugged, "Not sure. I'm not even sure if I really do, it's just... the girls have been teasing me and.. You have been," I nodded guiltily here, "and George really is a nice boy and he made me feel like, I dont know.. He just seemed to like me. He came around Boots everyday and we had lunch together. He made me laugh and he texts me. You know he actually sends me good morning texts and all that stuff. Okay, he never calls me babe or anything but... I don't know Jaymi, I guess it just felt good and I was drunk so I simply told him."
