Elenor opened her eyes, a headache immediately making itself adamant when things came into focus.

"Fuck.." she groaned, sitting up and grabbing her head in her hands.

Suddenly, the door burst open. "Good morning, sunshine!"

Elenor looked up, her heart dropping when she saw who was there.

Shit, She thought. What the ever loving fuck did I do?

What had she gotten herself into now?

She scooted to the other side of the bed, and Brandon stepped back a bit.

"Right, right.." he mumbled. "You don't remember last night, do you?"

Her eyes widened, and he began waving his hands frantically.

"Wait, no, not like that!" He said.

She picked up a pillow, throwing it at him.

"You thought you'd take advantage of me when I'm drunk?" She Asked. "You pervert!"

"No, that's not what happened! I.." he started.

She picked up another pillow, preparing to throw it.

"Okay, please put the pillow down." He said. "Let me explain."

She reluctantly lowered the pillow, and Brandon came over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Um...you were in the bar." He said. "You were really drunk, and couldn't remember where you were staying...you agreed to come here, just for the night."

"Why the hell would I do that?" She Asked, almost growling again like last night.

He scratched his neck. "I-I apologized.."

She bit her lip, parts of last night beginning to come back to her.

"So...you never did anything to me?" She Asked.

He shook his head. "I wouldn't do that.."

"Right." She mumbled. "Right.."

They both looked down a bit, and there was just absolute silence.

2007...

"Damn it, Brandon!" Elenor practically screamed at Brandon, who had his face buried in his hands. "You wanna stay in Vegas? Stay in fucking Vegas!"

"You're not listening.." he mumbled, uncovering his face. "I-I want you to just think about staying here..."

"You clearly already have your mind made up." She snapped, stepping up to him.

"Elenor.." he said quietly. "I want to be with you...I don't want you to leave.."

"Why won't you even consider moving to Chicago?" She Shouted.

"You're not considering staying in Vegas!" Brandon protested.

"I don't want to stay in stupid Vegas!" She Shouted. "Forget about it, okay? I'm going home."

Brandon's face fell. "We can make it work...maybe we could own a house in both cities.."

"What? And travel all of the time?"

"I'm trying, Elenor.."

"Not hard enough." she retorted.

Brandon covered his face with his hands again, taking a deep breath to compose himself.

"I'm leaving." Elenor Said. "Are you coming with me, or not?"

Brandon stayed silent, which told Elenor everything she needed to know.

"Goodbye, Brandon." She Said, turning and leaving through the front door.

And that was the last time they saw each other.

Brandon and Elenor looked at each other at the same time, guessing that they had both been thinking about the same time.

The last moment the two had seen each other.

They both had so many regrets, but they wouldn't admit it, at least not now.

Elenor bit her lip, Sighing. "I should go." She mumbled. "We have to get ready for our concert."

Brandon furrowed his eyebrows. "The concert isn't for another day.."

"I have...other stuff to get to.." she mumbled.

"Do you need a ride?" He asked, standing.

"No." She Said, standing as well.

At least, she tried to stand, but got dizzy and fell. However, Brandon quickly caught her before she hit the ground.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

The two looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then Elenor pulled out of his arms.

"I-I'm Fine." She mumbled.

She began to leave the room, but Brandon followed her.

"You sure you don't want some coffee or something?" He asked.

"I'm sure." She Said.

"Well, how're you going to get to the hotel?"

She suddenly stopped, looking over at him.

He raised his eyebrows a bit, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I-I'll walk." She Said, crossing her arms over her chest as well, then putting them back to her side again so he wouldn't think she was copying him.

"Walk? To a hotel in Vegas?" He asked. "I can give you a ride if you.."

"No, no.." she said. "I'm fine."

"Okay.." he said. "I guess...I'll see you later."

She wanted to scream, but instead, she faked a smile. "See you later, Brandon." She Said, waving.

She turned, opening the door and stepping out.

Except, she got dizzy again, and tripped down the front steps.

"Ellie!" Brandon Exclaimed, running over. He looked down at her, wincing. "You okay?"

"I'm fine! I'm Fine.." She Said, standing up quickly and brushing herself off. "And don't call me Ellie.."

Brandon bit his lip. "Right," he said. "Sorry.."

She nodded, turning around and walking down the street, hoping that she would be able to find her way back to the hotel from here.