What Happened Here?

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You wake up and are now in someone else's bed... but its not a bedroom.. it's a trailer!! You don't see anyone else in the trailer so you get up and walk over to the mirror, but the pounding headache you have makes it hard to walk.

You are wearing only your underwear and a tee-shirt that you've never seen before, but hey... at least it smells good! Although, it's a smell you recognize...

(Flashback to the night of the concert)

""it's you, I hoped you would be here... you are the one I made eye contact with" as you shake your head yes he gives you a hug. It's not just any hug, it's a hug that could warm even the coldest of hearts.""

(Back to real time)

"That's it" I know that smell.. its HIS smell. You walk into the kitchen area of the trailer and see empty bottles of beer,  liquor, wine, rum. And other alcohol you can't identify.

"That explains the headache" you think to yourself. That also probably explains why you're in his tee-shirt. You don't think anything TOO serious took place because after all, you still have your underwear on. You see your shorts over by the wall and you slip them on. And just as you're getting your bearings, you feel it coming...

You run to the bathroom and open the door, without a second to spare you vomit into the toilet. As you flush and go to stand up you hear "good morning sunshine!" You turn around to see brendon in all his glory, standing in the shower.

You become so embarrassed that you run out if the trailer and back into the arena. You don't know where you're going, but you keep on sprinting. You make lefts and rights and go down stairs and up stairs until you come across a room that says "staff only beyond this point" you disregard the sign and push open the door.

The room is dark, but that's ok. The dark rooms are better to cry in. You sit in the corner behind a rack of clothes. You cry.. because you're mad at yourself for getting drunk... you're mad at Brendon for taking advantage of you. You're scared about what you're mom will think of you. You're scared that Sarah knows.. you cry yourself into a deep sleep.

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