After a long, Tiring walk through the streets of Las Vegas, Elenor finally found the hotel.

When she also found her hotel room, Jenna had the door locked. She knocked loudly, still angry that She had drunkenly accepted staying with Brandon.

Where had her mind gone? Even drunk, she knew she would never do something like that. She wouldn't trust him.

"What the fuck?" Mikey Asked, opening his hotel room door.

Adam peeked Out from the same room. "Ellie? Where were you?"

"Fucking bastard!" She Shouted.

"You're gonna have to be more specific than that." Adam smirked.

"Shut up, I'll rip your throat out." She growled.

Chris stepped out of his room, stretching.

"I slept great." He mumbled. "A room all to myself.."

Everyone glared at him, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Yeah, What happened anyway?" Adam Asked.

"I got drunk," she started.

"What else is new?" Mikey mumbled to Adam.

"Anyway," Elenor said loudly, shooting Mikey a glare. "Flowers showed up, and decided he'd take me to his place since I couldn't remember where I was staying."

Everyone winced.

"Cringe.." Chris Said.

"No! More than cringe!" She Said. "I hardly remember anything from last night, but he was acting all like everything was normal! Nothing is normal!"

"Woah, calm down a bit.." Mikey said.

"I'm not calming down!" She Said. "Imagine waking up in your ex's house, without any recollection of anything!"

"That would be pretty shitty, but.." Adam started.

"Really shitty!" Elenor Shouted, running her hand through her hair. "I wanted to avoid seeing him until I absolutely had to. Until I absolutely had to see his perfectly fluffy hair, and his incredibly handsome face...how did he get even more handsome since 2007?"

Suddenly, she stopped, everyone's eyes on her.

"I mean...not to me, of course.." she mumbled. "To others, I'm sure.."

Suddenly, Jenna's door opened, and a shirtless man came out.

Elenor looked at him, immediately losing it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She Shouted. "Screw it, I'm getting my own hotel room!"

"No. Don't trust her. Just don't.."

"Ronnie, this is good, though, right?" Brandon beamed, walking back and forth. "I mean, maybe she'll want to be friends again.."

"You guys were more than friends." Ronnie Said, putting his hands on his hips. "I honestly think you should just forget about her until the concert."

Brandon stopped pacing. "Ronnie, I haven't seen her since 2007.." He Said quietly. "This could be my chance to patch things up...leave off better than we did all those years ago.."

"I'm just saying, Brandon," Ronnie Said. "After everything, I would play it safe with her. I don't want you getting your heart broken again."

Brandon nodded. "I know.." he mumbled. "I just...I'm excited, you know?"

"I know, just.." Ronnie sighed. "Be careful. I'm not so sure she'll want to be friends.."

Brandon bit his lip, turning his back to his friend. "I...I know.." he said in a soft voice. "But you know...." He was going to remind Ronnie of how much he had cared for Elenor, but instead, he took a deep breath, and decided that he wouldn't understand enough. "Screw it, Never mind." He mumbled as he turned back to his friend, leaning on the marble kitchen countertop.

Ronnie nodded, before slipping on his leather jacket, motioning towards the door. "I'm gonna head home, if you need anything, Don't hesitate to call."

"Sure...yep." Brandon forced a small smile, nodding at his friend. "See ya later, Ronnie."

Later that night, Brandon laid on his couch, staring at the ceiling, a small bottle in his hand. This happened every night; his thoughts would race and he'd just sit and listen for as long as long as he could take them. Tonight, of course, his thoughts were much more alive than usual.

Elenor. His memories of her, her scent, her name, her beauty, raced through his head.

Elenor.

Elenor..

Elenor...

"Elenor! Elenor!" Brandon had run through the house to find his girlfriend laying in bed. "Elenor, you'll never believe this.."

Elenor lifted up her head to look at him, tears streaming down her face, which she quickly wiped away. "Yeah? What is it, Brandon?" She questioned, forcing a smile.

"'When You Were Young is a hit!" He exclaimed, jumping up on the bed, reaching down to bring Elenor to her feet. He hadn't noticed her tears. "Sam's Town is a hit! We have another hit!"

"Brandon, this is great!" She laughed a little.

"Ahh, Ellie...I swear meeting you was good luck in so many ways." He held her face and gave her a long, gentle kiss.

"Yeah....nothing but good luck." She murmured, to which he sighed happily, throwing himself down on the bed. She did the same, curling up in his arms.

"I love you, Ellie..." he smiled, looking down at her.

Elenor was quiet for a moment, but she took a deep breath and replied, "I love you, Brandon."

Brandon found himself smiling, reliving the memory. But it was destroyed; only a week later had they broken up. All because he wanted to stay in Vegas, Because his band had another hit.

His smiled faded and he bit his lip, swallowing back tears. "Damn it..." he muttered, hands beginning to tremble.

Since Elenor left him, he had developed awful panic attacks. They were constant, so he took meds for them. However, he had caused himself to become dependant on them, therefore making the panic attacks occur far more often, and ten times more intense. He hadn't told anyone about this, not even his closest friends, because he knew what they would think.

Because he knew what he was now; an addict. And he hated it, this was never what he wanted to be. But he couldn't stop it now.

Breathing in and out deeply, he quickly sat up, opening the bottle and pouring out some pills, which he quickly tossed into his mouth, swallowing.

From there he just waited for them to kick in; and when they did, he had passed out, his head finally falling quiet.