"Damn it, Vienna!" Finn groaned, dropping his guitar and letting the straps catch it. He spun in a circle, trying not to lose all of his shit at me.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I said softly. This was my third mess up on the lyrics of Creep by Radiohead. We were working on some covers, this song being one of them, but I just couldn't focus today.

     It was really early in the morning, and I kept messing up the verses. I could already tell this was going to be an off day.

"Sorry isn't going to fucking cut it. We've been practicing for almost half an hour and haven't made it through the full song once. The fuck's wrong with you?" Finn yelled. The other band members stayed silent, as he accosted me.

"Finn, chill," Bishop said, stepping closer to him. He put his hand on the other boy's chest, as a warning.

"No, no, it's my fault. Um, one more time, I can do it this time."

"Oh can you? What makes this time different than the twenty times before?" He said sarcastically, before turning from me to look at the rest of the group. "Can't we replace this bitch yet?"

"Finn, come on, man," Zane said. "Don't fall apart on us now."

"All of you are siding with her? Really? Even you, Danny?" He asked, whirling to Danny, who was seated at the counter. He blinked his wide eyes and said nothing, face pale white. "Fucking ridiculous. She's been here what, a month? Yeah, nah, I'm out." He stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him, like an irrational teenager.

"I'm sorry, guys. I'm just distracted, I guess. Didn't know he would blow up like that." My cheeks flushed, and I stared at the ground, tucking my long brown hair behind my ears.

"It's not your fault. Everyone has bad days," Bishop said earnestly.

"What's his problem now?" Danny asked, spinning in a circle on the bar stool.

"I think it's Valeria," Zane answered. "She went out with that new bartender from Finnegan's last night."

I groaned exaggeratedly. "You're kidding me. He can't care if she goes out with someone else if he's too much of a weeny to ask her out!"

"Tell that to him," Danny scoffed.

"No, wait, don't. I like your pretty face just the way it is," Zane winked.

I rolled my eyes. "But for real, I don't want him to be mad at me or leave the band." I pouted, looking around at the boys for some assistance.

"He'll get over it," Danny said, brushing it off.

"Unless....." A thought dawned on me, and man, was it good.

"Uh oh, I don't think I like the sound of that," Bishop said.

"I think I have a plan!" I singsonged, prancing around the room.

"I definitely don't like the sound of that," he scoffed.

"Just go along with it!" I sang, grabbing Bishop's hand and dragging him out of the apartment, grabbing my jacket and purse on the way out.

     "You sure this is going to work?" Zane asked, surveying my handiwork in front of us.

     "Nope. But it's worth a shot."

     Bishop, Zane, Danny, and I stood in the kitchen. In the dining room, we had set the kitchen table, complete with a tablecloth, candles, and a vase of roses. The lights were dimmed, and smooth jazz mood music played in the background, inspired by the Hope House.

     "Yeah, what could go wrong?" Bishop asked, his eyes locking on mine. Was it hot in there, or was it just him?

     "What could go wrong? Hm, maybe the fact that the table is on fire?" Danny asked, raising his eyebrows.

     Oh, could be that too. "Fuck!" Bishop yelled, springing into action.

     After the fire was put out and the burn marks on the tablecloth hidden, it was time to retrieve our guests.

     "No."

     "Yes," I argued.

     "No," Finn practically growled.

     "Yes."

     "Not happening."

     "Finn, just do it, man. We all know you're in love with her," Zane said, annoyed with the whole situation.

     "I am not. I'm incapable of love."

     "Finn-," I stopped talking, when I realized he was no longer listening. Instead, his eyes were trained on the girl that just walked through the door.

     Valeria was in a little black dress, her long hair curled, and her lips bright red. She looked beautiful, like always, but you could tell that she put more effort in for tonight.

     "Why was I told to come over looking hot, chica?" She asked me, referring to my earlier instructions.

     I jumped up and met her at the door. "Date night with Finn. He's grumpy, but give him a chance," I whispered.

     "What? He's definitely not on board with this. He doesn't even think of me like that!" She protested, trying to leave back the way she came.

     "He loves you, I promise. And you love him. Or you will, after tonight Now sit, sit!" I ushered her to the table, pulling out her chair for her and pushing her shoulders down to force her to sit.

     I turned around to find Finn with his jaw still on the floor, practically drooling over his date.

     Bishop nudged his shoulder. "Go," he whispered.

     Dazed, Finn got up and sat across from Valeria. He was pale and visibly terrified. I'd never seen him like this. "Tell her she looks pretty," I whispered, leaning over his shoulder.

     "Val, uh, Valeria, you look um good." I hit his shoulder. "Real good?" I scoffed and hit him harder. "Great. Beautiful. Amazing." I gave him a thumbs up. "Vienna, you can leave now."

     "Oh, right, sorry. Have fun you two!" Valeria shot me a smile, before I made my escape. I met the other three in the kitchen, and we watched our plan come to life.

     "Wow, this is actually kind of working," Danny remarked. "Now, I gotta bounce."

     "About time. Kid never leaves," Bishop joked, sipping the beer in his hand.

     "Why? You ain't got school in the morning, today's Friday," Zane said.

     "I actually have a date of my own." He blushed.

     "Really? What's her name?" I cheered.

     "I gotta go," he avoided the question and rushed out the door, slamming it behind him, but still only mildly disturbing the happy couple at the kitchen table.

     "Why won't he tell me her name?" I pouted.

     "That's for another time. For now, let's go celebrate in Vienna's room! I got a bottle of tequila with our names on it!" Zane said.

     "To kill ya!" Bishop called, and we echoed the cheer back.

     We carried the party into my room, lined 'em up, and knocked 'em back. Over and over, until we were all good and drunk. I didn't use to be a big drinker, but I was in the mood to celebrate, so I kept up with the other two.

     So there we sat about two hours later, Valeria and Finn still hitting it off in the kitchen, Bishop and I side by side on my bed, our backs leaning against the wall, and Zane laying across the bed, cuddled up with my leg. Bishop and I were dying laughing over something stupid that I can't remember, when Zane stopped scrolling through Tinder and jumped up.

     "Well, friends," he nearly slurred, "duty calls. A lonely hottie with a body needs the Z-man, and my Uber's here. Later dickheads."

     "We just got ditched," I whined, after he had left. I leaned my head on Bishop's shoulder and settled in.

     "That we did, Vi, that we did."

     I twisted my head up to look at him, his brown eyes and soft hair that I wanted to run my fingers through. His lips were slightly parted, as he stared down at me, eyes lidded in his drunken state.

     "Hi," I whispered, giggling softly. In the back of my head, thoughts raced by, the fact that he was my roommate, a fellow band member, a close friend, all relationships that I couldn't afford to mess up. But I ignored all of them, and put my hand on the back of his head, finally getting to run my hand through his hair.

     He brushed his fingers against my cheek softly. "Beautiful," he breathed, and I couldn't hold out anymore. I pulled his head down and brought my lips to meet his. We kissed gently, pulled back and looked at each other, then basically attacked each other. It was like I couldn't get close enough to him, pulling at his sweatshirt and wrapping my legs around him tightly.

     "Hey guys," Finn said, pushing open the door suddenly. We snapped apart in shock, but Finn was looking down at his phone and didn't seem to have noticed what he just walked in on.

     "Oh, hey Finn, Valeria gone?" Bishop choked out, quickly putting a pillow on his lap.

     "Yeah, she just left. I, uh, just wanted to say, uh, that wasn't terrible." He blushed deeply, apparently unable to say what he wanted to.

     I jumped up and leaped at him, wrapping my arms around him. "Aw, Finny, no need to thank us. We love you too," I croned, making kissy faces at him.

     "Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't get carried away now, kid. I still think you guys are idiots." And with that, he took a shot of tequila like it was water, and then walked out, muttering 'goodnight', as he went.

     Bishop and I looked at each other sheepishly. "So, what just happened?" I asked, after an awkward moment or two.

     "Not sure," he said, looking like a deer in headlights.

     "Well, good night," I blurted, laying down and rolling over away from him.

     He lingered for a moment, maybe wanting to say more, before repeating me and leaving.

     I huffed and rolled to look at the ceiling. "The hell we gonna do now?" I whispered to myself, rubbing my eyes in frustration, before flicking off the lights and attempting to sleep.