But Who Would You Live For?

I'm A Whore

Joshua:

The saying 'time flies when you're having fun' isn't as cliche as it sounds. And even if it were, it being cliche didn't mean that it wasn't also true. The few months of tour seemed to pass by in a blur of laughs, good times, new experiences and hopefully long lasting friendships. Of course all the times weren't great. But the bad times didn't make the days go any slower.

It seemed like just yesterday when Tyler and I were introducing ourselves to the members of Fall Out Boy. And now we were saying our goodbyes. Pete assured us that we'd definitely be seeing each other again in a more social settings. But I learned early on not to expect things from friends you make in the business. I wanted to take these last gauranteed moments with the people I'd gotten used to seeing everyday, and file them away in my brain forever. Make photographic memories. But the strawberry daquiri Brendon insisted I just had to try was making concentrating on anything a bit more difficult than it should be.

I glanced around the room full of people. Smiling involuntarily as I took it all in. It was cool to see all the guys with thier significant others scattered around. Pete grinding against Meagan near the door of the hotel activity room we were renting out. Joe and Marie were laughing at something I was too far away to hear. Andy was at the bar flirting with the young, thin man with his hair dyed a blinding white. Patrick was taking over the dance floor as he usually was. Dancing in a way that wasn't great, but still better than anything any of us could have managed. Brendon was attempting to twerk on Sarah as she sat giggling in a chair, holding her fruity drink away from her body so it wouldn't spill with her boyfriend's antics. Dallon and Breezy were being ridiculously cute, feeding each other things at the refreshments table. Kenny and his girl were making out like highschoolers where everyone could see. Tyler was leaning to whisper somthing in Jenna's ear.

I was about to walk over and join their conversation when my own girlfriend walked up to my side. Debby's arms snaked around my waist. I could smell a familiar alcohol on her breath. Similar to the near empty one I was holding. I couldn't help but smile as she nuzzled her nose into my shoulder. I used my free hand to hold her even closer.

"Are you having fun?" She asked just loud enough for me to hear.

"Of course."

"You look a little distracted."

I kept my face as straight as I could manage. "Do I?"

"Yeah."

I shrugged.

"Debby!" I never thought I would say this, but I was happy to hear Jenna's voice interrupting my conversation. A glance in her general direction showed her waving my girlfriend over. "Come look at this!"

"I'll be back." Her warm breath tickled my ear before she detached herself from my side.

I waited until she stopped in front of Jenna to back away from the center of the room. No one spared a glance in my direction while I made my escape for the door. Everyone was too engrossed in their own personal activities. I took it as a sign of good luck when the elevator doors slid open as soon as I pressed the button. My mind raced with anticipation when they opened again on the sixth floor. The keycard was already in my hand when I reached the room.

The bag I'd placed in the corner on the closet floor was still there. The store's blood red logo stared back at me when I lifted it up. I began to feel like it was taunting me. Asking me the same question I'd been asking myself since the plan for tonight concocted itself in my head.

Do you have the guts to pull this off?

Sure I did. Of course I did. And even if I didn't, it wouldn't be a big deal. I could throw the whole bag away and pretend it never happened. I didn't tell Debby of my plans to woo her with a romantic night so she wouldn't be disappointed that I suddenly changed my mind. No harm, no foul.