Vapor {5SOS / Brian Dales}

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Giordana

December 31st (Cancun, Mexico)

The last two days had been peaceful. We'd packed up and boarded a flight to take us to Cancun where we'd be bringing in the New Year. Either none of us had heard from Brian since Crystal sent him that message, or they had and they just ignored him. I knew one thing though. I was done hiding from him. I knew that people had speculating what was going on with me. None of my friends had posted any photos of me on social media, and that was because they were protecting me from the guy I thought I loved; but now I didn't care if he knew if I was with them. He would have trouble getting to Cancun anyway, I mean good luck getting a flight at this hour on New Years Eve.

Our Vila had a private entrance to the beach, and we were sitting on the sand, drinking cocktails before we headed to the hotels restaurant for dinner, and then went to a bar to celebrate the end of 2016.
I was incredibly proud of my decision to leave New York, knowing that if I stayed, I would literally be sitting in the hotel room in tears, wishing I was here, with my friends; some new, and some old. This was definitely the way I was meant to spend the end of the most life changing year that it had been.

Last New Years, Monti, Holly and I had spent the night on the beach, and I was trying to smile, and celebrate with the girls; but the events that occurred a few months before that still burned my brain, and it was so difficult for me to enjoy. This year was different; although my relationship had ended, I wasn't upset, I wasn't crying. I hadn't even shed a tear. I was literally just living for the now. And I deserved that, and I wasn't going to let anyone ruin that. Especially not Brian Logan Dales.

One year ago, I never would have believed that I would be here right now, with friends, living my dream. A year ago, I thought that at this time, I would still be feeling the same way I did back then; and just a few days ago, that's how I thought I'd be right now, but worse. A few days ago, I thought I'd be sitting in my hotel room crying, while my friends were living it up here. It just goes to show, how much one decision, can change your life. I would always be thankful that Brian took a chance on Monti and I; but I could never forgive him for the man he'd become, for how much he'd changed since we started going out. He was not the guy I thought he was. Not the "good" guy he claimed to be. What happened? I'll probably never know, but I don't want or need toxic people like him in my life.

A few hours later, we all made our way back to our rooms, and began to get ready for the night. We were keeping it casual, as this wasn't some Hollywood party; yeah most of us were some what famous, and a few of us had quite a bit of money; but none of us really longed for that famous lifestyle. We enjoyed what life threw at us, challenges and all. I know In the case of Monti and my self, Ash, Calum, Luke, Michael, Alex, Roy and Mitchy, we made music for the sake of making it, because it was something we loved to do. The fame and the money were just apart of the amazing opportunities we'd been given. None of us had succumbed to the fame, we were all the same people we were before it. Nothing had changed. No matter what the tabloids say.

"You girls almost ready?" I heard Ashton call, from out side my room, where all of us girls decided to get ready. We'd all been there for over an hour, but the majority of that time was spent drinking margaritas, taking a few tequila shots and photos for Instagram. None of us really cared about makeup or hair. We were on vacation. I was actually beyond the point of caring if paparazzi spotted us
"Almost done," Monti called out
"Almost done for those girls means three hours later," I heard Luke scoff
"I bet you a hundred bucks you're wrong!" Michael stated
"Dude you've been friends with G, for longer than we've even known each other," Calum shrugged, "if Luke's game enough to say it, you better lay down that money,"

We were finally ready to begin our night. We made our way to the restaurant, and took our seats. The waiter came out with a tray of champagne; I guess this is how they treated all their V.I.P guests?
We decided that we would get a photo of all of us with out glasses, "you sure you wanna do this G?" Crystal asked
"It's not like he's gonna be able to get out here, at this time," I shrugged, "bedsides, I'm done hiding. I'm not letting him ruin the rest of my year,"
"Let's hear it then!" Monti screamed out.