Elenor's vision blurred with tears as she stared into her hands.

Positive...positive....how would she ever tell Brandon?  She couldn't. She loved him, she did, but this was so...early. She had no idea of his future plans, and could only hope he'd take kindly to her wanting to return to Chicago.

She tossed the pregnancy test into the trash can, throwing herself on the bed and letting hot tears roll down her cheeks.

"No..." she mumbled. "No..."

"Elenor! Elenor!" She heard her boyfriend's voice call as he ran into the room to find her laying in bed. "Elenor, you'll never believe this.."

Elenor lifted up her head to look at him, quickly wiping her tears "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, pushing her thoughts away for a moment at the sight of his joy.

"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, her smile fading. 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."

'God...What am I gonna do..?' She wondered to herself.

Elenor jumped awake, grabbing her hair roughly. Her cheeks were flushed and tears streamed down her face.

She scrambled out of bed, trembling as she ran to the bathroom. She slammed the door, tugging at her hair as she stared at her disfigured reflection. She let out a loud growl, which turned into an angry scream as she fell to the floor, sobbing.

She hated him more than she could fathom.

She hated him.

She hated him.

She hated herself.

"Stupid fucking dumbass!" She kicked the wall, before wincing, remembering that this was a hotel.

She buried her face in her hands, sobbing softly in defeat.

This trip was too much...far too many memories; and she hated it. She needed to get it over with, if only this hadn't become a vacation for the band.

She could leave them behind, right? Go back to Chicago and wait for them to return? Get away from the memories that seemed to haunt her here in Vegas?

Besides, she seemed to be the only one who wanted to leave; Mikey still had so much more to drink, and Adam hadn't said much but she knew he was looking forward to swimming in the pool here any chance he got. Chris loved the night life, she was sure he had some bands to see live still. And Jenna seemed to be having the time of her life sex-wise, she had seen her sister with a few guys already.

She was the only one who was miserable.

Perhaps it was her own fault, but she certainly wouldn't have come if she knew it would make her feel like absolute shit.

Taking a deep breath, she wiped her tears, bringing herself to her feet and opening the bathroom door. She tiptoed over to her bed, where she sat, gazing out the open window.

The sun had just risen, and the morning air coming through the window was crisp and cool. She listened carefully to the background noise of vehicles and chatter, taking another deep breath.

It was soothing.

Breaking her trance, she heard her phone buzzing aggressively. She stared at it quizzically for a moment, before reaching to pick it up.

It was a vegas number, and she automatically knew exactly who it'd be.

She felt a subtle panic in her chest as she froze, staring at the caller ID. She had told him to call her, hadn't she?

She supposed that meant she should answer, but...did she really want to?

No.

Was it the right thing to do?

Probably.

After all she said she wanted to make sure he was alright. 

She grunted in annoyance, rolling her eyes before accepting the call, bringing the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" She mumbled.

She heard a soft sigh of relief on the other end. "Hi, Elenor..."

She swallowed back the lump in her throat. "Hi, Brandon." She was silent for a moment as she listened to him breathe. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah.." he murmured. "I'm okay."

"You had me a little worried." She didn't know why she was admitting this, but she hated small talk; he knew that, so she hoped he didn't think this was genuine.

Because it really wasn't.

"I know...I'm sorry." He sighed. "Don't let it worry you though, 'kay? I'm all good."

She nodded. "If you say so."

It was silent again, and she contemplated just hanging up now. But it seemed there was more to this silence than there should be. A level of tension she hadn't felt with anyone but him; And she didn't quite know what that meant.

"Ellie? Er...Elenor?" He asked in a meek, shaky voice.

"Yeah, Brandon?" She murmured, her heart skipping a beat. "What?"

She could hear him open his mouth a few times to speak, before he was silent again.

Her mind wandered. What was it that he wanted to say?

"What is it, Brandon?" Her heart pounded in her chest.

"I'm sorry..." he said in a weak whisper.

Her heart fell at his pitiful tone, But she furrowed her brow. "Sorry?"

"I'm sorry you hate me so much." He mumbled. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you. You've changed so much, Elenor." He sighed sadly. "I can't help but feel like that's my fault."

She remained silent, not sure what emotion it was that she wanted to feel.

She wanted to cry and tell him it was okay, but it really wasn't okay.

Nothing he did was okay and she was perfectly fine with letting him suffer because of it.

She let her anger take over, at this point it was the loudest part of her. It wasn't who she wanted to be, but he was right; he had turned her into this.

"It is," she growled. "It is your fault, Brandon."

She heard a gentle sob from his line. "I know...I know.."

She felt furious, she didn't quite know why. "No, you don't know, Brandon." She shouted. "You have no fucking clue, actually. Thanks for ruining this city for me. Can you just get out of my fucking life already?"

"I-I can do that, Elenor." He whispered. "If that's what you want."

"That's all I want." She stated, pulling the phone away from her ear and hanging up, throwing the phone against the wall. "Get out of my fucking life."

She let out a deep sigh, holding her head in her hands.

Was that all she really wanted?