Elenor began falling asleep as Brandon was driving, and her vision was so blurry that she could only see the streetlights as they passed them.

Brandon reached over, rubbing her shoulder.

"Please stay awake." he said. "I'd rather not have to carry you into the house.."

She jerked away from him, lifting her head up and rubbing her eyes.

"You still have this stupid old pickup.." She mumbled.

"Yep." Brandon bit his lip.

"I hate this pickup.."

"You used to say that a lot.." Brandon mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Of course, not as much as I hate you.." She slurred.

He looked at her, his expression showing that he was hurt by her comment.

"You hate me?" He asked quietly, looking back out the windshield.

"I mean, yeah." She Said, crossing her arms over her chest.

He knew he shouldn't let it hurt him, since she was drunk, but he guessed she was speaking her mind, and she really did hate him.

He swallowed, sighing. "We're almost to my house." He mumbled.

Elenor rubbed her eyes again, hiccuping a bit. "I think I drank too much."

"No kidding.."

Once they got to Brandon's house, Brandon got out of the truck and went around to the passenger door, opening it for Elenor.

"Do you need help?" He asked, then realized she was asleep.

He groaned, looking at her, then looking at his house, which suddenly seemed much farther away.

He tried to pick her up multiple times, but none of the angles worked very well. Finally, he found that bridal style was a bit less awkward physically, but picking up his ex-girlfriend In any way was just plain awkward, Especially since she was was so drunk that she didn't know what was happening.

He slowly carried her up to his house, nearly dropping her almost the entire time. Finally, he made it to he door, which he had thankfully left unlocked, otherwise he would've never made it inside with her, since there was no way he could've gone through his pocket to find his keys.

Once he got into the house, he took her into the guest bedroom, dropping her on the bed. He threw himself down beside her, trying to catch his breath as he stared at the ceiling.

He turned his head to look at her, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

2006...

Brandon threw himself beside Elenor on the bed, looking over at her.

"I'm so tired." He sighed. "It seems like this tour will never end."

She reached over, brushing a few strands hair that had fallen away from his face.

"It's nearly over." She mumbled. "Then I can take you to Chicago.."

He bit his lip.

"You know, about Chicago.."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Do you not wanna go?"

"I mean, of course I wanna be with you.." he mumbled. "But can we stay in Vegas?"

"I do love it here." Elenor Said, looking up at the ceiling. "But Chicago is my Home."

"And Vegas is mine.." he said. "I think we need to have an understanding that we both have places we want to live.."

"How is it gonna work if we want to live so far from each other?" She Asked.

Brandon looked down, biting his lip.

"Can we talk about this later?" He asked quietly.

Elenor swallowed, nodding a bit. "Yeah." She mumbled.

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the head.

"I love you." He said.

"Love you." She mumbled.

Brandon swallowed, looking over at Elenor, who was snoring loudly.

He smiled a bit. She always used to do that.

His smile slowly faded as he just looked at her. It brought back so many memories just looking at her face.

He began to wonder if had she missed him at all, but shook his head.

She hated him, like she said.

Right?